"Mom, Cang'er helps uncle." Xiao Baozi blinked and said happily.

Mu Qingyi laughed and pinched Xiao Baozi's face sideways and said, "It's enough not to cause trouble for your uncle. What can you do?" Xiao Baozi bulged his cheeks and said, "Cang'er can help, my mother will come back soon." At the end of the speech, Xiao Baozi pouted his little mouth aggrievedly. Although he was less than three years old and no one told him, Xiao Baozi still understood keenly that his mother would leave soon. But he did not cry like an ordinary child and not let his mother leave. Instead, he still comforted his mother and could help his uncle. It was really difficult for a child who was less than three years old. No wonder Mr. Wei always praised Xiao Baozi as a genius.

Looking at his son, Mu Qingyi couldn't help feeling sad. She raised her hand and rubbed her son's little head, and said softly: "Mom and your father will come back soon. Cang'er wants to listen to uncle and King Zhuang, do you know?"

Xiao Baozi nodded obediently, "Be good to Cang'er, mom will come back early."

Looking at the mother and son who were about to cry, Wei Wuji sighed and stood up and sent the little bun back to Mu Qingyi's arms and said, "You should spend more time with your children in the past two days. When you leave, let Cang'er live in my mansion."

Mu Qingyi nodded and smiled, "It's good, I don't feel at ease when he lives alone in the palace."

The key to marching and fighting is speed. Rong Jin secretly prepared for this expedition for nearly two years, so he really had to take action very quickly. Two days later, the army was ready to go. Rong Jin led Mu Qingyi and Jingyuan Hou Dongfang Fei and Dongfang Xu and his son to lead 200,000 people to head westward to Yutian, the Western Regions power closest to the Western Vietnam. Nangong Jue led 300,000 troops to head north, and then met with Sun Zeling, who was stationed on the northern border, and then went out of Xiaocheng to attack Beihan. At the same time, the fast horse that had been expedited 800 miles long to Zhao Ziyu, and at the same time raised an army to attack Beihan with Nangong Jue. Sitting on the ink horse, Young Master Rong Jiu looked north with a cold smile. Nangong Jue and Zhao Ziyu joined forces, and I want to see if Ge Shuhan had three heads and six arms and could still split up to intervene in the war in the Western Regions.

The army was about to set off, and hundreds of thousands of the most elite troops of the Western Vietnam stood neatly at the gate of the city with their weapons. Outside the city gate, there were many people in the capital and officials in the court who came to see each other away. Perhaps many of them would not have the chance to come back when they went there, but for the great cause of Western Vietnam, they still set out on their journey without hesitation. They were dressed in black, and the weapons in their hands were shining in the sun. Looking around, they saw a dark area as if they were out of sight. In the silence, there was a suffocating murderous aura.

Rong Jin was still wearing ink clothes, not wearing armor and robe like other soldiers, but when he appeared in front of everyone, everyone couldn't help but look down on him and could not leave. In the sun, the handsome and innocent face of a young emperor in black black was solemn and solemn. His dark red eyes were sharp light, and his eyebrows flew into his temples. He seemed to be a peerless sword that had just been unsheathed. As long as he touched it a little, he would hurt people.

The officials who saw him take a breath in their hearts. They originally thought that His Majesty the Emperor had already had a strong momentum, but now they know that His Majesty the Emperor was still restrained in the imperial city. His Majesty the Emperor can truly be regarded as showing his sharpness, which is daunting.

But when they looked at the woman in white who was following His Majesty the Emperor, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The same eyebrows were picturesque, but with a faint warmth and gentleness. Two completely different figures, one black and one white, one cold and one warm, were strange and so strange that it made people feel very harmonious and natural. Fortunately, there was Mu Xiang... At this moment, many people were glad in their hearts.

Walking to the army formation, the two of them turned over and dismounted.

"See Your Majesty!" Hundreds of thousands of troops bowed in unison, and their roars shook the sky.

"Flat!" Rong Jin said in a deep voice. His voice was still as calm as usual, but it reached the ears of every soldier and the people present. It made people wonder how profound His Majesty the Emperor was. This young emperor who seemed to be just a weak man once led them to conquer half of the country of China, and now he will lead them to the journey of unifying the world. A heroic and magnificent mood rose leisurely in the hearts of every soldier.

Rong Jin's words were brief and firm, "I, Xiyue, will definitely unify the world. You will be the sharp sword in my hand, crushing all the enemies ahead for me and slashing all the obstacles ahead! Your name will always be remembered by Xiyue, and will be remembered in history and will be remembered throughout the ages. Are you willing to follow me to go to war?"

"I swear to be loyal to Your Majesty!" Hundreds of thousands of troops cheered in unison.

Rong Jin nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand. The feather arrow behind a soldier not far away flew into Rong Jin's hand as if he was controlled. Rong Jin raised his hand and raised the feather arrow in his hand and said loudly: "From today on, I will share the joys and sorrows with you, and share life and death! If there is any violation, it will be like this!" With a snap, the feather arrow broke into two.

"I swear to be loyal to Your Majesty!"

"Swear to the death [5200     www.bqg5200.me] Your Majesty Loyal!"

"Pop wine!"

The strong aroma of wine filled the air, and everyone raised the wine bowl in their hands and drank a glass. Rong Jin raised his hand and threw the wine bowl in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Set out!"

The black army began to move, divided into two routes, one to the west and one to the north, slowly moving.

Rong Xuan, who was standing not far away, couldn't help but sigh, with a little more ridiculous smile on his face. The father finally passed the throne to the Ninth Brother, was indeed the most correct choice. None of them would have such courage, nor would they have such cohesion. This action, not to mention those soldiers in the army, even he couldn't help but feel a sense of ambition to ride a horse and whip across the battlefield. The long-cherished wish that more than ten generations of emperors in the Western Yue Dynasty could not achieve, perhaps it could be realized in the Ninth Brother's heart. At this moment, on the eve of Rong Jin's about to go out and hand over the power of the state to his hands, King Zhuang of Xiyue completely let go of the trace of obsession that had been hidden in his heart.

"Your Majesty, Mu Xiang, take care of him." Rong Xuan bowed and said in a deep voice, "I hope Your Majesty and Mu Xiang will return triumphantly as soon as possible."

Rong Jin nodded slightly and said calmly: "Weiyue and Cang'er are in trouble for the second brother."

Rong Xuan was stunned, feeling her eyes were a little hot, and she quickly turned her face and said softly: "Don't worry, your Majesty."
Chapter completed!