Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

She never seemed to be included in this world.

This is very obvious. Anyone who has seen her can clearly see her unique, distinctive and somewhat otherworldly temperament.

But again, Jiang Sile doesn't have any good intentions towards this world.

The world treated her with indifference, and she responded with indifference.

From an emotional point of view, Jiang Sile knew that her compassion for others was a little overwhelming, but the reason why she sympathized with those weak and innocent people seemed to be an instinct that she had developed through education.

It is sympathy and compassion that comes from instinct.

But this kind of thing, or what is called instinct, may be displayed in other people in this world, but most of it is suppressed.

It seems that it is precisely because of this that Jiang Sile is so special and has become an 'alien' in this world.

But luckily, fate did not treat her badly. Jiang Sile pursed her red lips slightly and continued to bury her whole body in Ayishi's arms.

The broad palm touched her forehead and held her shoulders protectively, as if he wanted to use his body to help her block the cold waves of this world.

Not long after Fu Sheng's news came, another shocking thing happened in Daxia.

Northwest fought a winning battle! !
Yes, King Wen took the lead and defeated the group of Qingyi people who wanted to attack the border of Daxia.

There was no need for a red-clad guard to tell Jiang Sile about the news this time. The news of King Wen's victory was spreading in the streets and alleys, and now there are probably very few people who don't know about it.

Jiang Sile was very calm. She found that this battle seemed to have made King Wen's popularity and prestige even higher.

Nowadays, whether it is the children on the street or the literati preparing for the exam in the teahouse, they all praise King Wen's achievements and praise his bravery and invincibility.

In these days, many good lines and poems have emerged.Most of them were written by scribes during poetry gatherings and drinking parties.

In the small place of Mount Tai, everyone inside and outside the city was celebrating and talking about this victory with great joy. It was as lively as the Chinese New Year.

But speaking of it, there is still almost half a month before the Chinese New Year's Eve. I think my brother will be very happy to have such a great thing at this time.

Jiang Sile couldn't help but feel a little happy when he thought of this.

Jiang Sile has no sense of belonging to the Xia Kingdom. To her, the only thing worth remembering in this country is her brother Jiang Yi, apart from the familiar mountains, rivers, and landforms.

The rest... Jiang Sile thought indifferently, seemed to have nothing to do with her, not at all relevant.

Even if Qingyi really breaks into Daxia, or Daxia regains Qingyi, it has nothing to do with her.

In this regard, Jiang Sile seems to be unexpectedly hard-hearted and indifferent.

'This is not modern, nor is it Country X.Fantasy history, or novel?Or is it a different world? '

Jiang Sile thought divergently.

'Why insist on choosing a side? '

Jiang Sile said to herself that the more she withdraws from the world now, the more she can see clearly those original blind spots.

Is she from Daxia?

Perhaps, [Princess Anle] was born and raised in the capital.Jiang Sile accepted her memory and did have some sense of responsibility for Daxia.

But she felt as if she had done enough.

She went to get married for the sake of peace between the two countries, and killed the corrupt officials who oppressed the people. She also managed to save General Luan, and did all the things that were within her responsibilities and outside of her responsibilities.

She has sympathy for those poor people who once believed in her.But she is indeed not a god, and even a god seems unable to save them.

So is she a Qingyi person?

In name, it actually counts.

As the chess piece of Wu Xianming's matchmaker, Jiang Sile, the last chanyu of Qingyi, can be counted as a member of the Qingyi Kingdom.

But she also doesn't feel like she has deep feelings for this country.But the endless grassland and the bright weather really made her nostalgic.

The feeling of riding a horse freely in the grassland seemed to bring her back to modern times.The same was true for the grasslands at that time, with lush green grass, grazing horses and sheep, and even the clothes of the shepherds seemed to have remained the same.

Every time he lived in a tent, Jiang Sile had the illusion that he had not actually traveled through time, but just visited Inner Mongolia.

Jiang Sile likes this illusion.

This made her slightly fond of Qing Yi.

Jiang Sile, a citizen of Qingyi, has never been in contact with her, nor is she as close to her as she was to the people of Daxia who once respected her and supported her.

Jiang Sile shook his head slightly, and the dark hair tail fell playfully on his shoulders.

If the two countries fight...

It seems like she will still help Daxia, right?After all, it was the home country of Princess Anle, Jiang Yi and Fu Sheng. Li Yan died in the battle, and it was the place where General Luan and Master Tao had always protected.

But Qingyi is Ayishi’s motherland and has his father and mother.That was also the home country of the half of the Qing Yi guards around her, and the home country of Wu Qi.

Jiang Sile shook his head to get himself out of this predicament.

Get rid of, who is she?

Now he is nothing more than a reclusive nobody.

How could it be her turn to make decisions on such important family and country matters?
What's more, her current 'illness' has not yet been cured. How can two such big countries still expect her to decide the winner?

Thinking of this, Jiang Sile rolled his eyes in boredom, resting his head on A Yishi's chest, and his body was warmed by the stove.

After a while, in this comfortable environment, Jiang Sile closed his eyes and fell into a light sleep.

……

Chengzhou-Northwest Camp
King Wen was very proud and proud. He was tall, very brave and imposing when wearing armor.

This time, he successfully blocked the southward raid of the Qingyi people in the northwest border area, which can be said to be a great achievement.

Under such a victory, King Wen was inevitably a little excited, and he celebrated in the military camp with his lieutenants for several days.

Celebration is celebration, joy is joy, but this time King Wen personally led the troops and participated in the war, there were still many things that made him secretly suspicious.

After the victory, King Wen was quite satisfied. With this achievement, he went to the battlefield to kill the enemy personally. This fulfilled the dream that King Wen had cherished for so many years. King Wen only felt that his life was worthwhile.

But after the glory of victory struck, King Wen's reason began to return. The remaining calmness made his heart pound and he began to notice something fishy.

'This station seems... it's too easy to win, right? '

King Wen felt the confusion and questions in his heart about this battle, and felt the confusion in his heart after the victory.

'Even the old general Cheng Qian couldn't defeat the Qingyi people. I...I defeated them so easily? King Wen felt a little unbelievable and dazed.

It wasn't that he wasn't confident enough in his ability to lead troops, but he still felt that the results in front of him were a bit...unexpected.

Indeed, King Wen believed that his talents were not inferior to those of others, but he clearly knew that his ability and talent in leading troops were far inferior to General Cheng Lao and Li Yancheng.

When Li Yan became the rebel general, King Wen also asked the late emperor for orders.

Although in the end it was still Xie Mingtang, the then commander of the Beijing camp, who led the troops and took charge of the overall situation.But King Wen didn't learn anything.

He had been following the Ministry of War during that period. Although he was only on a temporary basis and had no real power, and some military aircraft were not open to him, King Wen grew rapidly during that period.

He also predicted how he should defeat and annihilate Li Yancheng if he were the general.

In his deductions and changes, in that realistic situation, it seemed that he had never won.

That was the first time King Wen felt overwhelmed by his talent.

That kind of gap, that kind of crushing, is almost impossible to overcome no matter how many military books he reads.

The huge blow made King Wen feel a little discouraged.

It wasn't until the late emperor died and a greater blow came that King Wen moved from one shadow to another.

It was precisely because of this experience that on the first day when King Wen was sent to the northwest camp by Jiang Yi's imperial edict, all he could think about was 'How to secure the city? ', 'How to reduce the Qingyi people's attack power? ', 'We must take the initiative to cut off the battlefield outside the city...'

He did not expect victory.

He didn't even expect that the Qingyi people were really defeated by him, and they really hid back in the grassland in despair.

It's like an incredible joy like winning a jackpot.

He was so happy that he began to doubt his own sanity, wondering whether he had spent all his luck in his life to get this unexpected good result.

Just when King Wen was suspicious, the court's awards were already on the way.

King Wen had no choice but to put away his inner doubts and kneel down to welcome the imperial edict with a smile on his face.

……

Qingyi-Wolf Throat
It is estimated that the people of Daxia did not expect that Wumu, a Qingyi Chanyu, was currently sitting in Langhou, not far from the border between the two countries.

As a Chanyu, Wu Mu was as bold as his father. When Wu Xian was sent to the military camp for training, he and his younger brother Wu Qi were both pioneering and courageous generals.

This is indeed a very dangerous behavior, but Wu Mu has the confidence not to be beaten by the Qingyi people.

From a certain perspective, the bravery, fearlessness and acumen of the prairie people are vividly displayed in Wumu.

This seems to be a kind of wildness adapted to survive in a harsh environment.

As for why he personally took charge of Wolf Throat, that’s a long story.

Let's talk about it first. Wu Mu's only gain during these days was that he finally found a 'brain' for Qing Yi, to be precise, a right hand, or a counselor.

In Wu Mu's eyes, Lu Qing seemed very difficult to win over, but that was actually just a bluff.

In the mainland, Lu Qing was like a raccoon slave surrounded by ferocious beasts. Although he was bluffing and waving his claws with all his teeth and claws, at the right time, he must have been frightened inside.

Thinking of this, Wu Mu only felt funny in his heart. This person seemed to be somewhat interesting?

This plan against Qing Yi was actually 'forced' by Wu Mu from Lu Qing's hands.

That's right, it was forced out.

Who knew this man really had some patriotism?

Mingming had been instigating the prince to rebel before, and he was very enthusiastic about it, but as soon as he arrived in Qingyi, he started to be perfunctory and silent.

If Wu Mu hadn't tested her before, she might have been extremely disappointed with him and started to ignore the counselor.

Perhaps it was Lu Qing's talent that saved his life. Wu Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

'But Mr. Lu, if he was still so unwilling to reject Gu Gu and was so unwilling to contribute to Qingyi, then...'

As if thinking of something worrying, Wu Mu pursed his lips slightly, and his heroic face became cold and fierce, like a proud white wolf on the snowy field.

Wu Mu's goal has never changed. He wants to become a Shanyu like Wu Xian and make Qingyi stronger and stronger.

They will invade the Central Plains, drink wine by the Sishui River, and race horses on the mountains and plains of Daxia. He will hold a grand banquet in the palace of the Daxia people to celebrate his victory.

No...more than that

Wu Mu's eyes were red, and he couldn't help but breathe heavily when he thought about the target that was about to be within reach.

He also wanted the grassland people to survive in the Central Plains for a long time.

He wants the grassland culture and customs to spread to the Central Plains, and also wants the Central Plains people to completely surrender... No, not just surrender, Wu Mu grinned, his face full of ambition.

He wanted to turn the people from the grasslands into people from the Central Plains, and let the people from the Central Plains take on the breath and imprint of the grasslands.

That's right.

This is where Wu Mu’s ultimate dream lies and where his ambition lies.This is his greatest and only noble purpose in this life.

It is not so much that Wumu is a Qingyi supremacist, or that he is the one who first sprouted the idea of ​​ethnic integration.

Of course, in the eyes of Daxia people, this matter is of no benefit at all, and they are even more dissatisfied.

In their eyes, Daxia was good enough.

Culture, poetry, elegance... which ones are not a hundred times more powerful than that barbarian land?
Even in the eyes of the people of Daxia, the Qingyi people have turned into monsters with red hair, blue eyes, teeth and claws, and can eat children.

If you insist on adding a little bit, it will only be cruel and mentally retarded.

After all, in the impression of Daxia people, or under the guidance of the government and various forces, Qingyi is such an uncivilized, arrogant and unreasonable barbarian place.

They are absolutely unwilling to integrate with such a nation.

This is also one of the challenges and difficulties that Wumu must face if he wants to continue his plan.

It seems that he just... just yearns for the Central Plains too much.

The longing for the culture, writing, etiquette, etc. of the Central Plains are precious things that are growing extremely slowly in Qingyi, almost at a tortuous pace.

When he thought of this, Wu Mu's eyes were full of seriousness and determination.