The tone of the conversation between the two was obviously neither superior nor unfamiliar, even familiar.
So Mu Le and others quickly realized that it was time to leave, and they all handed over their hands and exited the house.
Seeing that Yan Zhong was about to retreat, Jing Yi also reacted, her beautiful eyes flickered, and she changed her words: "Your Majesty, please go out first."
"General Yan's injury cannot be delayed."
Qin Yun nodded and pursed his lips: "Thank you, Master."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Jingyi's eyebrows furrowed slightly. She felt a little uncomfortable when she heard those five words, but she couldn't put them into words, and it was impossible for her to express them.
…
Two days later.
The time for rest and recuperation after the war far exceeded Qin Yun's expectation. Within a few days, it was impossible to clear the battlefield and deploy troops.
Because of the blitzkrieg, the bodies of the soldiers, including the horses, were exhausted to the extreme. In order to complete the military operation efficiently, Qin Yun had no choice but to suppress his desire to defeat the Liberation Army.
But Dugujin of Guguan, under Qin Yun's instruction, had already begun a series of measures to ban Wanyan Honglie's regime.
For example, taking in refugees, building momentum to bring peace to the world, rebuilding battlefields, etc...
Without the support of strong financial and national power, these are simply idiotic dreams. In this regard, Qin Yun almost crushed Wanyan Honglie, including Emperor Wanyan.
For a time, Qin Yun, who had the least Jurchen territory, became popular and attracted countless refugees.
But there were also crises that followed. Many Daxia generals were assassinated by civilians disguised as assassins. Fortunately, they were well prepared and basically no fatal consequences were caused.
As for the Liberation Army, they were completely frightened and had no movement for a long time. They only made frequent defensive postures and their offensive to the north was completely stalled.
Both sides reached a brief stalemate!
But in Northern Jincheng, things broke out on the evening of the fourth day!
Yeluyan brought Chibo into Jincheng, intending to impeach Sanskrit and clear the throne.
Originally this was a top secret and could not be leaked, but today's Jincheng is far from the Jincheng that Yeluyan left. Emperor Wanyan is seriously ill, and the Jurchen war is raging, and the country is about to be destroyed, giving Fanyin too many opportunities.
It cannot be said that she can cover the sky with one hand, but she is definitely surrounded by minions.
White mist slowly rises from the stove, and sitting on the phoenix seat inlaid with agate is a woman with exquisite makeup and sharp eyeliner, without losing her beauty.
At Fanyin's feet, her confidants were prostrate, and there was a hint of gloom on her alluring face: "Where is Yeluyan?"
"After returning to the emperor, we will arrive at Jincheng in three hours."
A murderous intent flashed through Fanyin's eyes, and Chibo's appearance was something she had not expected.
Her cold voice sounded: "Someone, go and kill Chibo."
"In addition, I received the emperor's oral order and said that Yeluyan entered Jincheng secretly without an imperial edict and wanted to plot evil. He should be captured directly and imprisoned!"
Hearing this, there were many officials under her, who raised their heads in shock and horror.
"Empress, this..."
"Isn't the Emperor sleeping? Where did the oral instructions come from..." Someone stuttered and glanced at the back of the palace.
Fanyin squinted his eyes, his slender eyes gradually began to smell of power, and said coldly: "Don't you understand what I said?"
The man trembled, turned pale, and kowtowed quickly: "Yes, yes, yes!"
"I'll do it right away!"
Fanyin snorted coldly: "Get out!"
Everyone kowtowed repeatedly, and then they were so frightened that they ran away without daring to stay.
After everyone was gone, the whole palace became quiet and could be heard. Fanyin was alone in it, his beautiful eyes kept flashing, and the sense of crisis became more and more intense!
She knew that this must be Qin Yun's handiwork. If the information was revealed, neither Jincheng nor the Imperial Camp of the Liberation Army would tolerate her.
Even if she kills Chibo now, it is only a temporary measure. After all, paper cannot contain the fire, and she feels that she has been targeted by Qin Yun, which is what scares her the most.
Just when she didn't know what to do and was feeling extremely anxious, suddenly, a weak voice came from the back of the palace.
"You...you bitch, what did you just say, falsely preaching an imperial edict?!"
Fanyin's face was horrified and she turned around fiercely!
He found Emperor Wanyan walking out weakly, holding on to a pillar, with disheveled hair.
In just one year, he has become increasingly older, mentally and physically haggard, his hair is all white, and his face has an indescribable air of death!
It is hard to imagine that a year ago, he was so arrogant that he wanted to play tricks on Qin Yun. Maybe it was time and destiny, and the cycle of nature made it inevitable for everyone.
"Bitch, come here, cough!" Emperor Wanyan roared with all his strength.
Fanyin was afraid of him from the bottom of his heart. At this moment, his face was pale, and there was a voice in his head, what to do, what to do? How could he wake up?
Standing up slowly: "Your Majesty, your Majesty, I think you are too ill and dare not inform me, but Yeluyan does have evil intentions. He has no handwriting, so..."
Emperor Wanyan took off his jade belt, staggered towards him, gritted his teeth and cursed angrily: "You bitch, how dare you lie to me?"
"I'm not dead yet!"
Snap!!
He slapped Fanyin's body so hard that it broke the palace uniform.
Fanyin screamed and fell to the ground. The severe pain caused a trace of anger to appear on her beautiful face. She looked suddenly and said, "Old man, do you think you are still the same person as before?"
"If you don't look at what you are like now, you are only half a step away from death, who do you think you are?"
She stood up and overthrew Emperor Wanyan.
Emperor Wanyan was considered a figure, but unfortunately he was on the verge of death. With a loud bang, he was pushed down and fell onto his back.
He was in great pain, coughing violently, his face was pale, and he looked at Sangyin ferociously: "You bitch, how dare you push me!"
"Come here, come here, cough, cough, cough!" He coughed violently and couldn't even get up.
Snap!
Fanyin slapped him hard. He was discovered anyway, so it would be better to keep doing nothing and finish the matter.
The corner of Emperor Wanyan's mouth was slapped with blood, and he was so angry that he trembled all over and shouted: "Bitch, you dare to hit me?"
"I want you to die without a burial place!"
"I will destroy your nine tribes!!"
Fanyin was condescending, his eyes were hateful, and he said disdainfully: "So what if I beat you? Hum, to tell you the truth, the medicine you drink every day is sent from my palace, and the methods you used to gain power were used by me.
It happened to you, didn’t you expect it?!”
Hearing this, Wanyan Honglie's color suddenly changed, his pupils dilated, he was hunting eagles all day long, but his eyes were pecked by eagles!
He felt chills all over his body and trembled: "You, you!!"
"Why are you doing this? What good will it do to you if I die?!"
Fanyin smiled coldly, full of hatred: "Of course there are benefits. I will treat you the same way you treat me. Let me tell you one more thing."
She suddenly said word by word: "Fuyang, Qingyu, are not your children!"
"Hahaha!!" She burst out laughing, a little crazy and unbridled, venting out her years of resentment.