Ling Tianxiao sneered and said, "What is more important than your own life?"

"Northern Han." Geshuhan said in a deep voice.

Ling Tianxiao was silent for a while, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it over and said, "This is the secretly tragic medicine from Lingxiao Castle. Although it is not as good as the Medicine King Valley, it is quite effective for internal and external injuries. Lingxiao Castle is finally a sect in the martial arts world, and it is more proficient in the injuries caused by these masters than you." Ge Shuhan took it in his hand and pulled it away. A faint fragrance of medicine overflowed, refreshing, "It is indeed a good medicine." Ge Shuhan praised.

"It's a pity..." Ling Tianxiao said: "Dad said you were injured by a top master. If you don't have a good rest, it's useless even if you are a god-like golden elixir."

Ge Shuhan smiled indifferently and did not respond.

Seeing that Ge Shuhan could not persuade him, Ling Tianxiao stopped saying anything. From the beginning, their identities and positions were different. Now everything they said was actually futile. He waved his hand and Ling Tianxiao said, "Forget it, your life is yours anyway. But, your brother called me and the old man and I what are the plans for coming to the army? Although Lingxiao Fortress is a small place, no one can make decisions for a long time, right?" They have been in charge of the army these days, but Ge Shujun did not let them do anything, and he had never even been on the battlefield, as if they were simply asking them to the army to offer them.

Ge Shuhan frowned and said, "I don't know this either."

Ling Tianxiao shrugged and said helplessly: "When I didn't ask, no matter what your emperor's plan is, it's better to be faster. I don't care, but I don't know how much patience the old man can have to hide in the tent every day."

Geshuhan nodded and said, "I understand, I will remind the emperor brother."

On the other side, in Geshujun's big tent, Geshujun sat in a chair, Ning Tan stood on the side to help him change the dressings. Queen Xiao stabbed her on her shoulder. Although she was not seriously injured, she still couldn't ignore it. When Ning Tan came over, Geshujun was losing his temper and even dragged the imperial doctor who changed the dressings out and beat him up, so Ning Tan had to take over what happened later.

He slowly bandaged the wound without much skill. Ning Tan took a step back and said calmly: "Okay." Ge Shujun lowered his head, glanced at the bandage that was not aesthetic, and didn't care much about pointing to the chair not far away and said: "Moyan, sit down and talk," Ning Tan walked to the side silently and sat down lightly: "Your Majesty is in a bad mood?"

Ge Shujun smiled bitterly and said, "Can I feel better at this time?"

Ning Tan nodded slightly and said, "Your Majesty is troubled by the matter of Emperor Xiyue?" Ge Shuhan sighed and said, "Does Moyan think the words of the eleventh brother make sense? Northern Han cannot beat the Western Yue." Ning Tan was silent for a moment and said, "It is not the fault of King Lie and the soldiers." Ge Shujun smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, I know, is it all my fault?" Ning Tan remained silent.

Looking at the silent and calm man in front of him, Ge Shujun suddenly became even more irritable and said angrily: "Do you want to say that all this is caused by my provocation of Rong Jin? Because I put out an epidemic in Xiaocheng?"

Ning Tan Youyou sighed, looked up at Ge Shujun and said, "Your Majesty, I don't know. Maybe... I deserve this."

"What do you mean?!" Ge Shujun said angrily: "You mean Rong Jin was born to dominate the world?" Ning Tan looked at him and said, "No matter what I say, Your Majesty will be angry. Since that's the case, why can't I say something I'm happy?" Ge Shujun was stunned, and didn't know what I thought of and sat back slowly. Looking at Ning Tan for a long time, she sighed and said a little depressedly: "Sorry, Mo Yan, I don't want to vent my anger on you."

Ning Tan didn't care and said, "At this point, Your Majesty is more likely to think about what else can be saved."

"Moyan, help me... I know that you will definitely have a solution." A strange look flashed between Ning Tan Junya's eyebrows and eyes, and it quickly disappeared. Even Ge Shujun did not catch the changes that passed by that moment. He was still gentle and shook his head calmly and calmly and said, "I have no choice. Your Majesty knows that I am good at intrigue and palace power. This... is a small path after all, and it is beyond my ability to turn the tide."

Ge Shujun's eyes suddenly flashed with a glittering light slowly dimmed, and he looked at Ning Tan with some disappointment and said, "It's me... it's a tough guy. Go back and rest, Mo Yan, you will go back to the imperial city in two days. If something happens to me and King Lie... go wherever you want." Ning Tan looked at him and asked, "Does Your Majesty really not plan to accept the advice of His Highness King Lie?"

Ge Shujun closed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "I am the Emperor of Northern Han. I will never escape without fighting, nor will I bow to Rong Jin for peace."

Ning Tan nodded and said, "I understand, I will leave."

Ning Tan stood up and said goodbye. When she arrived at the door of the tent, Ning Tan heard Ge Shujun's low voice, "Moyan, do you regret helping me?" Ning Tan turned his head slightly and smiled faintly, "No, never, and never will." After saying that, she stopped looking at Ge Shujun's expression, Ning Tan stepped out of the tent. She looked up at the blue sky above her head, and a faint smile appeared on Ning Tan's lips. Because... I have always helped you with purpose.

After more than ten days of battle, the Northern Han and Western Vietnam still had their own victories and losses, but with the continuous reinforcements of the Western Vietnamese army, the army that the Northern Han could mobilize had already been mobilized. The remaining hundreds of thousands of troops of the Northern Han were entangled by Zhao Ziyu and had nowhere to escape. Geshu Han was alone after all, and gradually the other side of the Northern Han began to be defeated. In desperation, Geshu Han had to lead his troops to retreat continuously. However, it was unknown whether it was raining overnight or whether Queen Xiao's curse before his death finally worked. At this moment, Geshu Jun was seriously ill in bed.

In the big tent, Ge Shujun was lying on the bed and his face turned gray. The imperial doctor sat in front of the window and took his pulse seriously. Everyone around him looked at the imperial doctor with nervous expressions. He had been doing well, but this morning when the emperor went out to practice martial arts, he suddenly fell to the ground and couldn't get up. In just a few quarters of an hour, he became extremely weak, as if he had been infected with some strange poison. However, the imperial doctor carefully checked and found no signs of poisoning, so he could only be sick.

After a while, the imperial doctor finally wiped the sweat from his forehead and stood up. Ge Shuhan said in a deep voice: "Imperial Doctor, what's wrong with the emperor brother?" The imperial doctor looked ugly and looked at everyone in embarrassment. Ge Shuhan knew something was wrong, so he pondered for a moment and said: "Go out and talk."

"Stop!" Brother Shujun slowly opened his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Just say here, I can stand it!"

The imperial doctor said carefully: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty seems to have changed the epidemic."

"What?!" Everyone was shocked. The epidemic can be contagious, but what is strange is how come Ge Shujun, who is the emperor, started to get sick? The imperial doctor quickly explained: "Your Majesty, don't worry, your Majesty's illness will not be contagious." He was a little anxious and suddenly said unhappily: "Since that's the case, why do you say that Your Majesty has an epidemic?"
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