Monarch of Evernight: One sixty-two determination
bsp;Just when everyone thought Qianye would agree, Qianye shook his head and said, "I can't accept it now."
Zhao Xuanji seemed to have expected it and did not seem surprised, but it made the generals in the military anxious.
A middle-aged general took a step forward and said sincerely: "Lord Qianye, this matter is related to the rise and fall of the empire, and you must not act on your impulse. Whatever you need, just ask, and the military will do its best to provide it if it has it. From what I see, your Excellency has created a world in Yonglu, and it must be in urgent need of technical equipment for processing various resources. I am now in charge of the production of military equipment for the military department, and I can make the decision here. You can designate five kinds of resources at will. I will provide all the processing equipment and technical information tomorrow.”
Seeing that Qianye was noncommittal, another old general said: "I am old and incompetent, and I am in charge of the army establishment and personnel. When you expand your territory, you need people. And what people need is nothing more than status, treatment and a destination. . If your Excellency is willing to take on this important task, then with your position and prestige, it is appropriate for you to lead your own legion. If your Excellency does not like the fact that the empire already has a legion, then it is also possible to build one yourself."
As soon as these words came out, many generals were moved and their eyes fell on the old general. The old general's expression did not change. He had obviously received instructions from above to offer such conditions.
With Qianye's foundation in Yonglu, if he could recruit another regular legion in the empire, that would be an additional 100,000 troops. This kind of strength is not matched by many high-ranking families. The most important thing is that this armed force will have the equipment of the regular army of the empire, and Qianye's foundation is not in the empire, so it is actually completely free from threats, no worse than the vassal kings at the border.
These conditions can be said to be extremely generous, and are more substantial than any military reward.
However, everything will have to wait until after this battle.
Qianye doesn’t want to fight this battle.
"I want to see Jundu and Zining first." Qianye finally put forward his conditions.
Zhao Xuanji sighed and said: "If you want to see it, there is no problem. But... you will know after you see it."
At this moment, Zhao Jundu and Song Zining are both recuperating in the imperial capital. Zhao Jundu is closer, and the first stop of the trip is scheduled for him.
Zhao Jundu lives in a courtyard with a quiet environment. There are regular medical staff in the courtyard. The most brilliant doctors in the empire will come to check his health every day. When Qianye walked in, Zhao Jundu was sitting in the courtyard reading a book.
Seeing Qianye, he sighed, put down the book, and said, "Xiao Wu, you are still here."
Qianye hasn’t heard this title for a long time.
Zhao Xuanji said: "You young people, let's talk first. I'll go out and get some fresh air first."
When Zhao Xuanji and the military leaders left, Zhao Jundu stepped back again, looked at Qianye, and sighed: "I knew they would look for you, and I also knew you would come."
Qianye did not answer, but asked: "How is your injury?"
"A knife pierced the chest, and I had no power to fight back. In order to save me, King Qingyang also received a knife. His knife was really heavy." Zhao Jundu smiled bitterly.
"Show me the wound."
"Don't look at it, it's nothing serious. She was very measured with this stab. She didn't hurt the heart and didn't touch the original crystal. It was just a flesh wound after all."
Zhao Jundu paused and said: "She said that day that this sword was the cause and effect of the past. Many people thought she was talking about the sword that killed King Qingyang. In fact, I think she was talking about Me, this knife is merciful, just to pay back what I did when I found a way to let you out. The next time we meet on the battlefield, it will be a real life and death fight."
"Why so?"
Zhao Jundu frowned and thought, and finally shook his head and said: "I don't know either." In fact, the question of why is too big, and there are countless possibilities, but who can say for sure that one of them is the answer.
Qianye didn't ask any questions. He sat with Zhao Jundu for a while, then left the courtyard and went to visit Song Zining. Song Zining is still in the Imperial Central Hospital at the moment. He is placed in an independent medical building with extremely tight defense.
Even though he was accompanied by someone from the military, Qianye was inspected three times before he was allowed to go.
In the small building, countless doctors and nurses hurried back and forth, all with serious faces.
An elderly doctor came out and the military general said: "This Divine Doctor Lu is best at diagnosing and treating difficult and complicated diseases. He is one of the top three experts in the empire. He is specifically responsible for the diagnosis and treatment of Commander Song this time."
Qianye followed them upstairs and asked, "How is Zining doing now?"
Shenji Lu said: "Shuai Song has suffered a backlash from heaven. To put it bluntly, he means forgetting people who should not be touched. This kind of injury is the most difficult to treat. Fortunately, Song Shuai's talent is different from ordinary people, so there is a glimmer of hope. Vitality. Now Song Shuai can have a little time to wake up every day, but you can’t be too tired. It’s better to keep it short.”
Qianye nodded in agreement.
The group of people walked up to the third floor and entered a closed area. Finally, there was Song Zining's ward.
Song Zi was lying quietly, as if in a deep sleep, his face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and his long eyelashes were trembling slightly. He didn't know what kind of dream he was dreaming about.
The moment he saw him, Qianye couldn't help but take a step forward, but was grabbed by Divine Doctor Lu.
"At this time, you must not disturb Song Shuai. You must wait for him to wake up on his own." Doctor Lu said.
Qianye nodded and took another high look at Divine Doctor Lu. Being able to hold him back just now requires a lot of cultivation.
Doctor Lu came to the bedside, observed for a while, and said: "Song Shuai may need to sleep for a while, this..."
"I'll wait for him here." Qianye said.
Doctor Lu wanted to object, but several generals in the military stopped him, so he stopped saying anything and retreated with everyone.
Qianye and Song Zining were the only ones left in the room.
Qianye sat down beside Song Zining's bed, held his hand, and looked at him quietly.
At this moment, Song Zining was like a crystal doll, so slender that it was almost transparent, as if it would break at the slightest touch. His vitality at the moment is like crystal. It seems to be clear and bright, but in fact it may break at any time.
In Qianye's palm, Song Zining's hand felt cold and hot, and his body was empty, as if there was only a body left. All his vitality is somewhere outside the void, fighting fiercely with some unknown force.
Qianye has also learned a little bit about Tianjishu, and he knows more deeply that it belongs only to the field of Tianjishu, and even now he has no way to interfere. But for the King of Heaven, wherever his mind goes and his power goes, there is no such thing as a restricted area or a blind spot.
Divine Doctor Lu said that Song Zining’s killing of people who shouldn’t be counted is exactly the same sign. The power that entangled and tried to completely annihilate Song Zining's vitality came from someone who shouldn't be counted.
Qianye knows who that person is.
Qianye's hands trembled slightly. He could see that Song Zining was still on a thin line between life and death at this moment, and could be wiped out at any time. And since she was not a monarch yet, to be able to push Song Zining to this level must have been deliberate and she used all her strength to do so, leaving no room for error.
Like a desperate person who stabs himself with a knife, what hurts the most is the hand holding the knife, or the pierced heart?
Qianye's breathing was slightly rapid, and it took a lot of effort to calm himself down. But the pain, like countless snakes, was still gnawing at his heart bit by bit.
The sun gradually set and soft lights lit up in the room. During this period, doctors and nurses came one after another. They all held their breath and recorded the data before leaving, not daring to disturb the two of them.
Quietly, the moon is in the sky.
Song Zining suddenly took a deep breath, said "so tired", and slowly opened his eyes.
"You're awake." Qianye said.
Song Zining was slightly startled, then relieved and said, "You're still here."
"You are like this, how could I not come."
Song Zining was calmer than expected and said, "Since you are here, you must have made up your mind."
Qianye nodded very slowly.
Song Zining sighed and said: "I know you are in trouble. But you must be careful. I suspect that she is already a different person. If we meet on the battlefield, she will never show mercy again. If you can't decide Heart, then don’t go..."
Song Zining's voice became lower and lower, and the consciousness that had just returned left the body again and rushed to the battlefield of heaven and death. After a whole day of fierce fighting, Song Zining could only regain consciousness for less than three minutes.
Looking at his increasingly empty body, Qianye slowly stood up, walked out, and gently closed the door.
"Go to the military headquarters." Qianye said to the generals waiting outside the door.
After a while, the small Tianxun Palace was filled with generals. Almost all the generals with high enough rank who were still in the military department rushed over to witness this moment that may be recorded in history books.
Zhao Xuanji sat in the first row, his expression solemn and emotional, his mouth/lips moving slightly but making no sound. But if you can look at the shape of his mouth, you can naturally tell. What he said is: "It would be great if Wei Huang was here."
As the time approached, all the discussions stopped, and people’s eyes fell on the side door. Then the pointer pointed to the hour, the side door opened, and a heroic young imperial man walked out.
He was unimaginably handsome, yet full of majesty and solemnity. The moment he appeared, the aura that hit him almost choked everyone's breath. However, the generals were not dissatisfied, and their eyes lit up.
Only this kind of invincible momentum can match that marshal uniform.
An old general walked up to the front desk and said loudly: "Accept the imperial edict!"
Qianye took a step forward, bowed in salute, and waited quietly for the next words.
When people in the empire accept an edict, they must kneel down to receive it. The head of a wealthy family, the first level elder, or even the marshals of the country can kneel on one knee to receive him. Qianye's etiquette at this moment is only the king of heaven. The king of the human race is the pillar holding up the sky, and he does not need to kneel down to anyone.
Qianye performed this ceremony not to be regarded as the King of Heaven, but as a recognition of his independent status from Yong Lu. Now that he was regarded as a vassal of the empire rather than a subject, there was no need to kneel to accept him.
The old general looked at Qianye's overly young face and sighed secretly. He immediately put away his strange thoughts, took a breath, lengthened his voice, and said in a sonorous tone: "The imperial edict, from now on , Zhao Qianye was granted the title of Grand Marshal of the Empire, and was granted the title of Duke Weiyuan. He will control the three armies of the empire and be fully responsible for the war in the new world. Everyone should cooperate with this. ”
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