Bei Junfeng felt cold all over.

Abao is the general manager of the palace. He has followed Situ Herong for decades. What he told him while leaving behind his own glory and wealth is definitely not false. It is precisely because of this that he becomes more and more chilled.

He and Situ Herong met as a young man. They had the same ambition, they both wanted to save the country from war and make the people happy and healthy, so naturally they got closer and closer.

He already likes men, and Situ Herong is a man of great talent. As time goes by, he will inevitably fall in love with him.

It was just that although he was the son of a general at that time, Situ Herong was regarded as a prince, so he never dared to have any delusions until Situ Herong confessed his love to him later and pulled him into bed.

Situ Herong said he liked him, and he was so ecstatic that he fell in and couldn't get out. In the following years, he worked hard to protect Situ Herong from countless assassinations, until he finally protected Situ Herong.

Rong sat in the supreme position.

Situ Herong was the king and his master, so he never expected Situ Herong to be his alone. He watched Situ Herong marry the queen, and watched Situ Herong's harem frequently give birth to children, but he just guarded his own.

Humble love, stubbornly unwilling to marry a wife or take concubines.

Since Situ Herong ascended the throne, he could count on one hand the number of times the two of them slept together. He knew that Situ Herong didn't like him, and he never expected the emperor's love, but he fought for Situ Herong in the world.

How could Situ Herong be so heartless?

"Why? I am not demanding rights. I have long wanted to return the military power to him, but he refused to accept it. And this time... the Turkic army went south..." Bei Junfeng shook uncontrollably.

Although his father was a military commander, he would also teach him how to be a minister. He knew from an early age that in order to avoid the suspicion of the emperor, a general must know how to advance and retreat. Therefore, from the time he was seriously injured after putting down the rebellion of the feudal lord, he

I have always wanted to return the military power, but Situ Herong refused to accept it!

Even if he now guards the border and discovers the Turkic ambitions, if Situ Herong really wants military power, he is willing to hand it over. After all, he is not the only general in the Qi Dynasty. Why does Situ Herong want his life?

"General Bei, His Majesty has always been worried that you would rebel or say something unfavorable to him." Abao added. He was a full ten years older than Situ Herong. He had followed Situ Herong since he was a child, but the more he followed him, the more he grew disillusioned.

This time he would leave the capital, but he felt that he might not die soon.

"I have never had such an idea..."

"General Bei, no, but His Majesty has always doubted you. His Majesty did not believe any of the candidates recommended by General Bei, even the Northwest Army... General Bei, although there is food and grass, His Majesty does not intend to send it to the Northwest Army. He once said that Your Majesty

There is no need for the Northwest Army in Taiping..." Abao gritted his teeth before continuing: "The winter in the northwest is cold. If there is no food, grass, and cotton-padded clothes, and the Turks move south, the Northwest Army will definitely be completely defeated and cease to exist..."

When Bei Junfeng knew that Situ Herong wanted to kill him, although Bei Junfeng was desperate, he didn't have much hatred. If the king wants his minister to die, he has to die. Situ Herong is the king. Even though he likes Situ Herong, he has not forgotten both sides.

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But, the Northwest Army!

With an army of 300,000 from the northwest, how could Bei Junfeng do this!

"The Turks went south..."

"Everyone in the court felt that the Turks would go south only in winter when they were short of food, and they would leave after plundering, so there was nothing to be afraid of. The presence or absence of the Northwest Army was of no importance." Abao took a deep breath. In fact, he had previously

I don't think the Turkic army has anything to worry about, but seeing Bei Junfeng attaching so much importance to it, I know that things may not be that simple.

Bei Junfeng felt a pain in his chest, blood welled up in his mouth, and he finally swallowed it back.

Let’s not talk about the ambitions of the Turks. Every time the Turks went south, they killed countless people and destroyed countless families. As a result, there are still people who want to use this group of tigers and wolves to destroy the 300,000 soldiers of the Northwest Army?

Bei Junfeng knew very well that when he left the Northwest Army a few days ago, the army was already short of food and grass. The soldiers' meals had been reduced by half. If the court's food and grass had not been allocated... Moreover, not only the food and grass, the soldiers also

Winter clothes are needed for the winter.

Without food, grass and winter clothes, when the Turks attack, the 300,000-strong army will probably be at the mercy of others!

He does not blame Situ Herong for betraying him, but Situ Herong cannot betray the 300,000 soldiers who sacrificed their lives and blood for him! He cannot betray the parents, wives and children of those soldiers, as well as the people at the border!

The Situ Herong who once chatted freely with him and vowed to work for the benefit of the people no longer exists!

Bei Junfeng stood up with strong support. Thinking of every moment he had spent with Situ Herong, he couldn't help but laugh lowly, his mouth full of blood.

"General!" Abao looked at Bei Junfeng worriedly, but in the distance, the sound of horse hooves could be heard.

Bei Junfeng listened to the commotion outside and suddenly knelt in front of A Bao: "A Bao, I have something to ask for."

"General Bei!" Abao was startled by Bei Junfeng's behavior and hurriedly stood up.

"Abao, I will go and distract the pursuers later. I beg you, you must take the news that the court will not have food and grass to the border. No matter what, let them ask for food and grass from His Majesty! At the same time, you must not

Tell them the cause of my death!" Bei Junfeng knelt on the ground and straightened his back, but he also knew that this was actually not a good idea.

If the court is unwilling to give food and grass, can it be obtained by begging?

Situ Herong is the destined emperor and the lord of the Ninth Five-Year Plan. If he wants to abandon the Northwest Army, how can the Northwest Army still exist? Unless... he raises an army to rebel.

But if he really did this, he would plunge the people into dire straits... No, how could he think of such a treasonous thing?

Bei Junfeng kowtowed to the ground again: "Abao, please!"

"General..." The fat on both sides of Bao's cheeks trembled and he was speechless. However, Bei Junfeng suddenly stood up and walked out carrying the big knife beside him.

He knew that he was about to die, but thinking about those 300,000 soldiers, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, even though he took a breath, Bei Junfeng still had some difficulty in moving. Even his legs and hands seemed to be no longer on his body, making him unable to lift them even if he wanted to.

Staggering, Bei Junfeng finally managed to hold his body up and not fall down, but suddenly he found himself in a white world.

Could it be that he could no longer see clearly what was going on around him? Bei Junfeng smiled bitterly and continued to walk forward, but this time, he did not feel the cold or pain.

Could it be that he was dead? If not, how could he be like this?

Why couldn't he hold on for a little longer... Bei Junfeng was regretting it, when suddenly a voice came from the white mist.
Chapter completed!