"Yinyin wants to reply?" King Xuan asked.

Xue Qingyin nodded.

When Fang Chengzhong helped bring up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, she almost couldn't wait to grab the pen.

King Xuan narrowed his eyes: "You don't need me to ghostwrite?"

Xue Qingyin shook her head repeatedly: "No, no, no."

King Xuan pursed his lower lip and said in a gentle tone: "I still remember the letter home that Yinyin gave me earlier..."

That's not a single word written.

Xue Qingyin's memory returned briefly, but how could she feel guilty?

With an innocent look on her face, she asked him: "What? Your Highness doesn't like it?"

King Xuan: "..."

"If you don't like it, I'll just stop doing it next time." Xue Qingyin pursed her lips.

King Xuan was helpless: "...I like it."

Fang Chengzhong couldn't help but cough lightly beside him: "The ink is polished."

Xue Qingyin responded: "Come on, come on." Then she walked straight to King Xuan's seat.

There was a large case placed there, where King Xuan usually looked over maps and made military plans. The seats behind the case were wide and decorated with flying dragons and phoenixes carved on them, enough to accommodate three people at the same time.

But today, Xue Qingyin arrogantly occupied King Xuan's seat and lay down on the table.

Um……

Xue Qingyin wrinkled her nose unhappily: "Are my hands short?"

Why does it take so much effort to reach the table?

Fang Chengzhong laughed muffledly from behind, but did not dare to laugh too loudly.

He coughed lightly, and quickly raised the table with the soldier next to him, and moved it closer to her.

Xue Qingyin felt comfortable now.

Although...

She looked down at her toes.

Hmm...my feet can't even touch the ground.

"Get a pedal." King Xuan said.

The messenger couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth when he saw such a battle.

This time Xue Qingyin wrote a complaint first——

Hou Qiyun, old man, always looks for my husband when something happens, and picks his nose and eyes when nothing happens.

Also, King Wei’s army borrowed an unknown amount of stone, grain, and grass from us. I can’t count, but I have to pay for it.

No one in the capital is gossiping about me, right? I'm living so hard in Yizhou, and whoever speaks ill of me should be beheaded by my father...

It was written in one go.

Xue Qingyin handed it directly to the messenger: "Go back."

The messenger glanced at King Xuan's face and saw that he had no intention of stopping him, so he bowed deeply, saluted, then quickly turned back, mounted his horse and left.

After they had gone far, King Xuan slowly walked back to Xue Qingyin and said, "Yin Yin should write to me personally next time."

"Um...don't you want that?" She said and tapped her lips.

King Xuan's eyes dimmed and he said in a deep voice: "...I want them all."

Xue Qingyin smacked her lips: "Why is Your Highness so greedy..."

She paused, and before King Xuan could speak again, she suddenly said: "But it's better not to have a next time."

King Xuan's eyes flashed, but he finally agreed with her words and said: "Yes. There won't be a next time."

If we are no longer separated, how can we write letters?

In the end, King Xuan still failed to teach Xue Qingyin how to use a knife.

However, he took Xue Qingyin up to the tower and looked into the distance...

Xue Qingyin was stunned: "That side...is the land of the Meng Dynasty?"

King Xuan responded: "Yes."

Xue Qingyin lay on the wall and stretched her neck unconsciously, as if she could smell the ice and snow on the top of the mountain if she probed further.

She murmured: "You are really amazing..."

With only two cities missing, the entire land of Yizhou was taken back by King Xuan.

Next, the Mon people will have a headache: how to prevent this tiger from entering their territory.

Xue Qingyin couldn't help but sigh in praise in a serious manner.

King Xuan hugged her from behind.

He whispered: "Not as good as Yin Yin."

Xue Qingyin blushed and thought to herself, I still know how much I weigh, and it is probably in your mind that I am more powerful than you.

The wind blew and blew the flags on the wall.

Time seemed to slow down in front of my ears.

Completely different from the warmth in this room is the Mon camp on the other side.

From the initial determination and high spirits, to today's steady retreat...

No one would be able to accept it.

"Did we, the Meng people, lose to the Liang Dynasty?" Someone gritted his teeth fiercely.

"It's just that we lost to King Xuan." The King of the Meng clan was very sober and did not feel much self-pity.

"Even if King Xuan is not here, if we can invade Yizhou, I am afraid we will only take advantage of the internal forces." Someone else sighed, with a look of frustration on his face.

The more proud a person is, the more he asks King Xuan to achieve this kind of virtue, the more he can't help but doubt himself.

After hearing this, the king of the Meng clan remained unmoved and said: "Soldiers are deceitful. Instigating others to rebel is not a kind of military art."

"But Wang, now we..."

Lin Gu suddenly interrupted: "Kill their people."

Lin Gu raised his head as he spoke: "We should let Liang Chao have a taste of the pain, instead of just being passively expelled by them..."

The ministers heard the sound and said nothing.

But I do agree with it in my heart.

On the contrary, the other generals did not speak. Recently, they had many disagreements with the Imperial Preceptor when it came to dealing with the enemy... Now that they heard what Lin Gu said, they instinctively wanted to refute.

But for a moment I didn’t know where to start my refutation.

The king of the Meng clan frowned and said, "Do you know what the Liang Dynasty called such people?"

The ministers looked up blankly.

The Mon king shouted loudly: "Barbarians."

"I don't want to be a barbarian."

When the ministers thought about it, what the king said made sense.

Lin Guyi frowned and said sternly: "What barbarians? Those are just the principles laid down by the Liang Dynasty. If our Meng tribe can become king in the Central Plains, then our principles will be new..."

Lin Gu couldn't remember how to say the latter word in Liang Dynasty dialect.

"These Central Plains people are different. Whoever is the winner will not be regarded as a model." The king of the Meng tribe glanced at him and said coldly.

Now Lin Gu knew that the word was "Gui Nie".

Liang Dynasty dialect is complicated.

"They believe in the words of the saints and respect the Zhou rites. If the emperor makes any omissions or mistakes, they will all have officials to advise him... Is it so easy as the master of the country said?" said the king of the Meng clan.

The ministers showed some signs of understanding and said, "Is this the difference between us and the Liang Dynasty?"

The Mon king said nothing.

He does not need an official position, he only wants supreme centralization of power.

It's just the pride in his heart that keeps him from committing indiscriminate killings...

If you really do this, I'm afraid you will be even shorter than King Xuan!

Lin Gu was still unconvinced: "Then King Xuan is a person who kills indiscriminately. What? If he does this, doesn't it count as a barbarian?"

The general on the side reminded: "The Imperial Master has forgotten that when he entered Beidi, he slaughtered only members of the royal family."
To be continued...