The capital of the King of Qi - Linzi City.
In the palace, the people in the palace lowered their heads and walked in a hurry.
In Tian Bijiang's palace, the doors and windows were tightly blocked by thick curtains, and an extremely strong smell of herbs could be smelled. Many ministers were waiting outside the palace spontaneously under the scorching sun, all of them silent.
Their eyes collided silently, and then quickly avoided looking at each other...
The king is old, I wonder if he can survive this time?
After a long time, a chamberlain finally came out of the palace and said loudly and expressionlessly: "This is a message from the king - I am not in serious trouble. You can leave on your own."
All the ministers breathed a sigh of relief: "The king is awake!"
"so far so good!"
"God bless us all!"
Ever since the Laizhou navy was wiped out and Prince Tian's whereabouts were unknown, King Qi Tian Bijiang's health was in decline and he had to take various herbal medicines every day.
Alchemists from various places also presented various elixirs that were said to have miraculous effects... but when used on Tian Bijiang, they seemed to have little effect.
All the ministers of the Qi State knew that their king was already old, and coupled with the huge pressure from the coalition forces to attack Qi... the disappearance of the prince was the last straw that broke the king's health.
During the court meeting today, King Qi suddenly fainted, causing the entire Linzi City to hold their breath in fear——
At this moment, the king must not make any mistakes!
Surrounded by foreign enemies, it is a critical moment.
Coupled with the disappearance of the prince, the princes immediately fought openly and secretly - it is conceivable that if the king of Qi suddenly dies, the country of Qi will immediately fall into civil strife over the throne.
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Tian Bijiang breathed a long sigh of relief and felt as if there was something foreign on his forehead. He stretched out his hand and pulled off a piece of wet satin attached to his forehead.
Two chamberlains came forward and respectfully presented an elixir: "Your Majesty, this is a magical elixir offered by the alchemists of the East China Sea. It is said to have the power to revive human flesh and bones."
Tian Bijiang hummed, took the elixir and put it in his mouth. Together with the warm water handed over by the waiter, his throat moved and he swallowed it.
There were hurried footsteps outside the door, and a man's voice came in: "Chen Tianwen, please see the king."
Tian Bijiang smiled: "It's Mr. Mengchang, come in."
Tian Wen pushed the door open and saw Tian Bijiang lying weakly on the bed, and his pupils shrank.
"Your Majesty, you should have a good rest and don't work too hard." Tian Wen said.
Tian Bijiang showed a heroic smile, skipped Tian Wen's topic nonchalantly, and said straight to the point: "I wonder if Mr. Mengchang has anything to teach me during this trip?"
The corners of Tian Wen's mouth twitched slightly. He brought bad news. I don't know whether I should tell him or not.
Tian Bijiang laughed again when he saw this: "People say that Mengchang is a heroic and righteous man, but he has such a childlike attitude?"
"If you have anything to say, it doesn't matter. My body can still hold on."
Tian Wen gritted his teeth and cupped his hands deeply: "Your Majesty——"
"There is news at the border - Mi Liang of the Chu State has occupied Shangqiu and defeated the Song State."
Tian Bijiang was shocked: "So fast!?"
Song State is an old neighbor of Qi State.
This piece of fat is very tempting. For many generations, the ancestors of Qi State have dreamed of swallowing this piece of fat that is so close at hand.
However, the Song State has strictly maintained neutrality for hundreds of years, making the two coveted powers of Qi and Chu dare not take it lightly.
Unexpectedly, Chu State got the advantage in the end!
The King of Qi was not surprised by this result - all the eyes of the world were on the coalition's attack on Qi. All the countries surrounding the Song State were involved in this battle. The Chu State took this opportunity to attack the Song State. Of course, the Song State Unable to support.
Don't look at that Song Wangyan dancing happily.
The Song State's territory and population were just there. How could it possibly defeat the Chu State in a one-on-one duel?
Without the support of Qi, it will only be a matter of time before it is destroyed.
But... the speed of the Song Dynasty's destruction greatly exceeded Tian Bijiang's imagination!
How long has it been?
After all, the Song Dynasty had tens of thousands of troops, so it died like this?
Is this Xiong Wuliang really good at sorcery?
Tian Wen looked at the terminally ill Tian Bijiang and couldn't bear it: "Your Majesty... there is another news."
"It is said that the prince did not die, but was captured by the Chu army."
"A businessman from Qi State claimed that he once saw a distinguished noble man in purple clothes in Xiong Wuliang's army from afar. He was suspected to be the prince of Da Qi!"
Tian Bijiang was stunned.
Is the field not dead?
I... my prince is still alive?
Tian Bijiang was not confused, but quickly fell into deep thought - Xiong Wuliang captured Tiandi, but did not send him back to Qi or ask for ransom... What did he want to do?
The fall of Qi is imminent. What use is there for a prince who holds the land in his hands?
Could it be that……
Tian Bijiang's eyes suddenly widened, as if he thought of something. After a long time, he murmured to himself: "If there is no other way... there is a way out..."
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The news of the fall of the Song Dynasty spread wildly throughout the country. When it reached Yingdu, Zhaoju was silent for a long time.
Until now, there is still no news about Zhao Shu.
It seems... the rat is dead.
Fortunately, his identity was not exposed.
Zhaoju was relieved, but then a strong hatred arose in his heart——
No pain in the world can compare to a white-haired person giving a black-haired person a gift.
But Zhao Shu died quietly and in the dark - Zhaoju didn't even have the chance to give his legitimate son a grand burial.
"Xiong Wuliang, if I can't kill you, I swear I won't be a human being."
Zhaoju summoned his trusted servants and whispered: "Go to Song Dynasty and retrieve the body of the young patriarch... At least, let him be buried in peace..."
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Jixi battlefield.
Five-Nation Alliance Army 500,000.
Qi's army is 600,000.
The armies of both sides are still facing each other across Jishui.
No one can find a chance to win - at this moment, what we are fighting for is time and not making mistakes.
Although General Qi Chuzi, who commanded the troops on the other side, had no impressive record, he was also a veteran who had been on the battlefield for many years. Although he is not outstanding at setting up camp, transporting food, arranging troops and maintaining morale, he is still quite satisfactory and his basic skills are very solid.
In addition, Qi's troops were larger than those of the coalition forces. Therefore, although Le Yi was rubbing his hands in anxiety, he could not find a chance to cross the river to launch a decisive battle and ensure victory.
Le Yi is extremely worried!
The five countries that joined forces to fight were not monolithic - let alone who would be willing to station their own armies outside, waste money and food, and compete with the wealthy Qi State for national strength?
If progress cannot be made, it is estimated that the five-nation coalition forces will soon go back to their respective homes to find their respective mothers.
Then Yan Guo’s revenge plan... just...
Urgent! Very impatient!
With every extra day of delay, the hope of victory becomes slimmer...
Just at this moment, hurried footsteps came from outside the door: "Ya Qing, urgent report from Song Dynasty!"
Le Yi took the bamboo tube from the messenger's hand irritably and unfolded the letter inside. After a moment, his eyes widened in shock! An uncontrollable surprise surged through my heart!
Joy falls from heaven!
Le Yi suddenly stood up, his face full of excitement——
"Marquis Quyang...as expected of you!"
"Send the order—beat the drums! Gather the generals!"
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