"Oh, holding a meeting?" Zhao Changhe happily leaned beside Huangfu Qing to look at the map: "Have you found the main force of Vulture Hunting Teeth and are discussing how to fight them?"

The generals in the tent all turned their heads, but the Divine Hall shamans quickly prostrated themselves on the ground, all bowing.

The figure carrying the head of the Heavenly God to the altar left too deep a psychological shadow on them.

Huangfu Qing looked at them, gritting his teeth even harder, his voice seemed to be squeezed out through his teeth: "In this freezing cold weather, King Zhao is newly married, why don't you stay in bed for three more days?"

Actually, although it's quite the late spring chill, as long as it doesn't rain, warriors usually don't even feel the cold. Huangfu Qing, being an Imperial Realm and a Fire cultivator, would be even more resilient. But when you add "newly married" and "bed" into the sentence, the sourness could almost corrode the commander's tent, it's that sour.

Everyone's heads turned even more crooked, and Huangfu Shaozong almost wanted to laugh.

Since childhood, he never thought that his fiery sister would have such moments. Just for this reason alone, Huangfu Shaozong wanted to meet Marquis Wu Tang Buqi, whom he has long admired, to share experiences of getting beaten up since childhood and savor the sweet memories.

Zhao Changhe shamelessly said: "I calculated with my fingers that a battle is about to start here, so I especially came to help the Commander..."

"Old man, what old man are you?" Huangfu Qing's tone was chilly: "Are you the kind of old man with an old wife? So old you're losing your teeth yet still getting married, I've never seen such shamelessness..."

"We're married too." Zhao Changhe used just five words to sink the Commander.

"...The shamelessness knows to feel ashamed." The Commander's eyes floated unconsciously, glancing at the snickering younger brother, and jumping up in anger: "I asked you to give ideas, all useless! Drinking tea and cracking melon seeds, more skilled than the old men in the capital! Everyone get out, I need to discuss military matters in confidence with King Zhao!"

The Commander couldn't maintain his composure anymore, and the generals dispersed in a flurry.

Saying others are old and toothless getting married, aren't you old? Once marriage is mentioned, the glow on his face seems to overflow, white with a hint of red, tsk.

The military tent quickly became empty, leaving just melon seed husks.

Huangfu Qing stiffened his neck, eyes straight ahead, watching the swaying tent flap: "When will we get married?"

Zhao Changhe said: "Anytime... Speaking of which, with the old general here, we should let him preside, right?"

That's true... Huangfu Qing's face turned rosy, still eyes straight ahead: "About the Empress Dowager's identity..."

"Use the Vermilion Bird identity, you always need a veil anyway... Isn't it fine as long as it can be explained away, who dares to proclaim the Vermilion Bird is the Empress Dowager, just beat them up."

"What if someone privately writes unofficial histories and notes?"

"Who cares about those unofficial histories, there's a secret history in every era, who's taking them seriously..."

Actually, if you search in the capital now, you might already find secret histories circulating about King Zhao, saying indecent affairs in the palace, shared with the Empress Dowager and Emperor... So it seems each era has too many secret histories, causing the true stories here not to be believed, right? Nowadays, people might imagine them being true, after all, they know... The more they circulate in the future, the less they'll believe them.

Thanks to the small essay writers of generations past.

Huangfu Qing's face seemed ready to be pinched: "I want it to be before Tang Wanju."

Zhao Changhe said nothing.

Huangfu Qing also didn't force him to answer this, since the Empress Dowager's identity indeed doesn't suit returning to the capital. If they get married within the military, it would be a bit symbolic, then they can do it after the war, but does Tang Wanju want to steal precedence?

Humph.

That troublesome apprentice can wait slowly. The lady helped you fight the Emperor to build Jiangshan, what's wrong with using your man first?

Huangfu Qing's mood improved instantly, although her face remained tough: "Let's talk business, why did you suddenly appear here? I feel your injury isn't fully healed, not resting a bit longer?"

Zhao Changhe saw her standing by the command table looking at the map, in a cloak and soft armor, looking explosively impressive, making his heart itch.

Seeing no one around, he hugged the Commander's waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, and together looked at the map on the table: "They say I counted on my fingers that you ran into trouble, so I must come to help."

"No trouble, such a difficult battle was won, now just sweeping up some tails, where's the trouble? You really think I can't fight without you?" Huangfu Qing struggled weakly, stiffened her neck: "Let go, in the military tent, what does it look like?"

Actually, the struggle was weak, Huangfu Qing loved being hugged and looking at the map like this, so intimate and warm. Especially when he showed up in the military tent when she was most troubled, her mood improved greatly, wishing to be closer to him.

Driving away the generals wasn't because she couldn't maintain her composure; clearly, she wanted to be alone with her lover. Anyway, the issue being discussed, those useless people couldn't help, why stick around?

Zhao Changhe couldn't resist her little pride and laughed: "Then I'll let go."

"You dare? Hugging Yue Hongling in front of so many people, what's wrong with hugging me?"

Zhao Changhe almost laughed out loud: "What happened?"

Huangfu Qing pouted, lowered her head, continuing to look at the map: "Can't find Vulture Hunting Teeth... My Divine Sense Perception is quite distant, but as there's no perception, they shouldn't be in range. But the Northern Desert is so vast, even if using Divine Sense to scan, one must choose a direction to scan, I summoned the generals to research which direction is most likely, but they're all useless, not a single opinion, they seem all eager to return to the Holy Mountain for a victory feast."

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