"General!" An anxious voice interrupted Fu Congnan's words. Soldiers rushed in, followed by a heavy knock on the door.
"Who is so bold and dares to break into my house?" Fu Congnan frowned, and the soldier hurriedly said: "It's from Miluo... The Zhongzheng Prince of Miluo is here!"
"Murong Qing?" Fu Congnan frowned even more tightly, "What is he here for?"
"The Crown Prince said..." Before the soldier could tell the story, he heard a loud clang, and the door of the mansion was knocked down.
Soldiers holding high torches filed in, illuminating the entire courtyard as if it were daytime. Murong Qing walked to the front of the hall, stopped, and said loudly: "Murong Qing, the Zhongzheng Crown Prince of Miluo, is here to take his wife home."
Not only Fu Congnan but also Fang Zilan were stunned by this battle.
Murong Qing was Miluo's hostage sent to the capital, but he openly led troops on the territory of the capital, and even broke into the general's palace to demand people. Are you tired of living?
"It's the Silver Armor Army." Zhuge Yu's voice suddenly sounded, like a thunderous explosion, leaving everyone present unable to react for a long time.
The Silver Armor Army was an army personally trained by Murong Xun, the Zhongzheng King of Miluo. It had killed many people and was frightening. But after Murong Xun sealed the sword, the Silver Armor Army disappeared.
Even though Murong Xun was forced to send troops to the capital before, he never brought the Silver Armor Army with him. But now, this army appeared in full view of the public, without any cover-up.
For a moment, almost everyone's eyes were focused on Fang Zilan. She was still standing with her sword in hand, not relaxing at all.
"General Fu, please hand over my wife, otherwise..." Murong Qing's voice gradually deepened, and the silver-armored troops in the courtyard said in unison: "Anyone who dares to touch Crown Prince Zhongzheng's wife will be killed without mercy."
The silver-armored army was so fierce that the birds in the courtyard were frightened and flapping their wings away. The people in the hall only regretted that they had no wings and could not fly away like a bird. Now that the silver-armored army surrounded the general's mansion, they were afraid that they would not be able to escape even if they had wings.
There was obvious fear in Fu Congnan's eyes, and the people in the hall who were like puppets on strings finally reacted, like ants on a hot pot, neither standing nor sitting, but they did not dare to leave half a step away.
Only Li Qiyou, supported by Zhuge Yu, walked to the door, looked at Murong Qing who was pale but standing upright under the steps, and said calmly: "Prince Zhongzheng, what are you going to do?"
"My purpose of coming has been made very clear just now." Murong Qing said with a sharp expression: "My wife celebrated General Fu's birthday and went to the General's Mansion for a banquet, but she has not returned. As a husband, shouldn't I come? ?"
He said it so naturally that Li Qiyou was choked and couldn't speak for a long time. Fang Zilan in the hall heard it and thought to himself that his so-called preparation was to surround the general's mansion with troops? But this risky move is tantamount to seeking death, and it is really not like what the cautious and precarious proton would do.
But for some reason, Fang Zilan felt that this was something Murong Qing could do. But the purpose behind it is not as simple as her.
Fang Zilan said curiously: "It is said that people die for money and birds die for food. The Persians pursue money to the extreme. In their eyes, is life not as important as money?"
Zhuge Yu sighed quietly, "I'm afraid so."
"Do you want money at the expense of your life?" Fang Zilan frowned and said, "But if everyone dies, what's the use of having money?"
"Sister Lan's words make sense." Although Zhuge Yu said this, there was not much agreement in his tone, "But it is precisely because Persians value money so much like a belief that they have the concept of "no beggar in Persia". It’s an argument that doesn’t happen anywhere else.”
After listening to Zhuge Yu's words, Awan couldn't help but ask: "Since Persia is so rich, why didn't the capital send troops to annex Persia?"
"Annexing Persia is tantamount to killing the goose that lays the goose to lay eggs." Fang Zilan said thoughtfully: "How many countries in the world don't want to take the wealth of Persia as their own? But if they really robbed it, no matter how much it was, Mineral deposits are nothing but empty gains. After all, Persians don’t get their money just from mining.”
Awan was stunned for a moment, and then said clearly: "You mean, the Persians' business acumen?"
"That's right." The person who interfaced was Zhuge Yu, who said seriously: "What the capital wants is not temporary wealth, but a steady stream of wealth. If Persia pays tribute every year and trades every year, it is far better than the capital to open up borders. It’s much better to expand the land to have an extra piece of land.”
"Listening to A Yu's words, you really have the foresight of someone in a high position." Fang Zilan sighed lightly, "I am ashamed of myself."
"Sister Lan, why do you need to belittle yourself? I have lived in the capital for a long time and have been exposed to these things when I am in charge of my position. Sister Lan's guarding the north is more about my family, country and the world, so why should I care about it?" Zhuge Yu spoke to reassure him, with a look on his face. Her expression softened a bit, "What's more, Sister Lan's ability to assess the situation is far beyond what most people can do."
"Ayu, there's no need to comfort me." Fang Zilan smiled and shook her head, "It's important for people to know themselves. You know how much I weigh."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Vice Admiral Cao, who was leading the horse over with the caravan groom, and heard him say: "Boss, it's quite a long way from Yanzhou City. It's almost time for us to go to the west."
"Okay." Fang Zilan took the reins handed over by Deputy General Cao and got on the horse.
Zhuge Yu and Awan beside her also took the horse from the groom's hand, and the four of them left the caravan and rode towards the west.
The four of them traveled non-stop for several days, walking through the yellow sands of the Gobi Desert and bypassing the snow-capped mountains and forests. The Western Border was right in front of them.
"It's really hard for Ayu to travel like us in the open air." Fang Zilan saw that Zhuge Yu's expression was not good, so she quickly reined in her horse and stopped, "We are very close to Xiguan City, let's take a rest."
"It doesn't matter, I can still hold on." Zhuge Yu waved his hand, and A Wan on the side also stopped his horse, "I have long heard that Mr. Zhuge is a sick man, but I didn't expect that he could be so patient."
"Awan." Fang Zilan's tone suddenly became a little colder, "Please take a look for Ayu."
Awan saw that she had a serious face and did not dare to speak nonsense, so she had to apologize and said with a smile: "I am young and can't speak. Mr. Zhuge, please don't be the same as me. If you don't mind, can you let me take your pulse?"
Zhuge Yu was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Thank you, Miss Awan."
"Young Master Zhuge, you're welcome." A Wan said, stepping forward and taking Zhuge Yu's pulse.
After a while, Awan retracted his hand. Zhuge Yu straightened his sleeves and said slowly: "What do you think Miss Awan has to say?"
Awan said solemnly: "I can't speak highly of you, but Mr. Zhuge, your cough was brought from your mother's womb. Although you have been raised well since childhood and rarely have attacks, you must not take it lightly."
