After diagnosing the pulse, the imperial doctor prescribed a prescription, "Your Highness, the Prime Minister is just overworked and mentally and physically exhausted."
"As long as you take this soothing soup and rest for two days, you'll be fine."
Hearing this, the prince nodded.
But then, he sighed again.
Since the end of the campaign, Qin Sining has not had a good rest.
Her fatigue was not caused in one day.
The reason why the imperial court evolved into what it is today, to a large extent, started with Liu Bern.
The prince really regrets it. How could it have been better to arrest Liu Bern directly?
Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world.
After that, she asked the imperial doctor to go down and take care of Qin Sining herself.
This scene made the imperial doctor's mouth open wide.
The obedient type?
What's going on?
The prince wants to cuckold the marquis of Zhenguo?
Isn't this bad?
Not only did he let Qin Sining sleep on his bed, but his movements with her were actually so intimate.
This, this, this...
Then, the imperial doctor suddenly thought that there were rumors that the prince had also been favored by the prince.
If so?
Isn’t this relationship too confusing?
The imperial doctor did not dare to look any further and resigned directly.
He left not long ago.
Liang Dajiang ran in in a panic. Seeing that Qin Sining hadn't woken up and only the prince was there, he suddenly didn't know what to say.
Seeing this, the prince asked softly: "What's going on?"
Liang Dajiang saluted and whispered back: "Your Highness, it is said that Prince Rui and Xin Rulong have fled to Liucheng after their defeat."
"The royal children in the city are worried that the city cannot be defended, so they have expressed their intention to go to Liucheng. Now, they are all making trouble in the city!"
Hearing this, the prince snorted coldly, "These are extraordinary times. Anyone who dares to cause trouble should not be tolerated. Just go ahead and arrest them!"
Hearing this, Liang Dajiang nodded, "Yes!"
…
Jiayuguan.
The stones under the south gate have been cleared away.
Even the haystacks, bedding, and wooden boxes and cabinets that were built up to the city gate were gathered and burned.
Under the city gate, there were only some burned ashes.
Nothing.
It was just groups of surrendered private troops, under the supervision of East Vietnamese soldiers, constantly cleaning up the ashes.
The reason why they deal with this is not because the East Vietnamese people like to be clean and tidy. On the contrary, they don't care about it at all.
So, why do these people still do it?
Mainly because the Dongyue people were unable to jump down directly in order to ride their horses from the top of the city.
Therefore, the corpses of those private soldiers were used as stepping stones, and many of them were thrown under the city walls.
The result of this was that the haystacks and the bedding were covered with mud and blood.
If not burned, it can easily lead to disease.
The captains on the left and right who ordered them to ride down from the city wall are now hanging on the city gate, with whip marks all over their bodies.
Because of their greed for merit and rash advancement, nearly 20,000 East Vietnamese cavalry were killed by the enemy's muskets and artillery.
This loss was too great for Bayar to tolerate, so he dismissed the two men from their official titles.
Then he was hung on the city gate and whipped once a day.
Today's whipping has just ended.
And above the city gate, there was a man standing, holding a wine glass in his hand, staring silently in the direction of the capital.
Even though the city gate is not low, the mountains and forests still block his view.
He imagined it in his mind.
It should look like the capital city has been captured.
The man has long curly hair, dark yellow color, and extremely handsome appearance. The short beard on his chin adds to his elegant temperament.
If ordinary people saw him, they would mistakenly think that he was an ordinary Hu man. Little did they know that he was the iron-blooded handsome Bayar who led East Vietnam to unify the north!
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps behind him.
After Bayar heard this, he did not look back, but picked up the wine glass and took a slow sip.
Because he knows who is coming.
Hearing the footsteps, he knew that the person coming was none other than the powerful man in the north of Jingyang, the King of Zhenbei.
Bayar doesn't want to see him now.
Based on the information just received.
Xing Zhang had returned to King Xue Town, where the Beijing army was stationed, and the scattered and defeated Beijing army also fled back there one after another.
Prince Rui and Xin Rulong, who escaped from Jiayuguan, took the opportunity to go to Liucheng and gradually gathered the 40,000 private troops who escaped.
More private troops surrendered directly after seeing the Dongyue people coming in. Now, there are about 50,000 people left in the city.
Bayar, who should have sent a large army to attack the capital in time, could only hold back.
The person who will hinder him from attacking the capital now is not Zhao Xiaole.
But the traitors of Jingyang people like the King of Zhenbei.
Because he was worried that if his attack failed, King Zhenbei and others would cause trouble behind him.
In the past, King Zhenbei, Xing Zhang, and Prince Rui were the biggest headaches for people in Jingyang when they saw them.
Now, it is his biggest headache.
He finally figured out that these people were all a bunch of fucking trash.
If we really want to fight, it will be one push, two five six.
But when it comes to asking for credit and profit, one is faster than the other, and one is more vicious than the other.
This should be what a dynasty looks like when its country is subjugated at the end of its life.
Thinking of this, Bayar suddenly had a good idea.
He turned around to look at the majestic man behind him, and just in time to meet the cold gaze of King Zhenbei, Bayar raised his glass and smiled:
"The wine from Wang Ye's land is indeed good. It has more staying power than the wine from the grassland."
"I never get tired of drinking this."
The King of Zhenbei ignored his flattery and asked: "What do you plan to do with these 50,000 private army prisoners of war?"
Bayar's eyes flickered and he asked: "How does the prince plan to deal with it?"
King Zhenbei sneered and said, "It's simple, just leave it to me."
"They are all from Jingyang. You Dongyue people can't really control them, but I, the king, can."
Bayar nodded, "The prince is right, but once the prince accepts these 50,000 private troops and Prince Rui asks for it from you, how will you respond?"
King Zhenbei was stunned when he heard this and said angrily: "Bayar, is it possible that you still plan to return the prisoners to Prince Rui?"
"Are you crazy?"
The king of Zhenbei was so angry. He hated himself for why he waved his flag and shouted, if he could enter the city earlier, he would accept these prisoners.
There is no need to be shameless and ask for it again.
Bayar shook his head and said: "No, I am thinking about the prince. Please take a seat first!"
At Bayar's signal, King Zhenbei sat down on a chair on the city wall with an indignant look on his face. Bayar took his time and sat down next to him.
He looked at King Zhenbei and said slowly: "Our current enemies, in addition to the crown prince in the capital, are also Prince Rui in Liucheng."
"But what I am most worried about is Xing Zhang. If he also becomes our enemy, it will be difficult for us to capture the capital."
