After Gu Yun finished his words in one breath, he turned to Wang Guo and said, "There's another thing I want to ask Master Wang, what advantage would there be for me to mix up the royal blood? Allow me to say a few words that are difficult to hear - the Black Iron Camp has stayed in the Northwest for so many years, if I truly had any relation with the Barbarians, the northwest gate would have been broken a hundred and eighty thousand times. On the other hand, Imperial Uncle, you are always concerned about other people, but have you cleansed yourself of the suspicion of colluding with the Barbarian woman to murder a loyal subject twenty years ago yet?"

Wang Guo really was afraid of Gu Yun, his fear was also mixed with guilt. He was originally a coward. It was due to being on his last leg fighting for his life that he could hold on for a while. At this moment, when he saw Gu Yun, let alone being stubborn, he could not even speak coherently, and cold sweat came down like rain.

Gu Yun lowered himself to say one sentence to Wang Guo, as if he had exhausted his meager amount of patience, he no longer looked at him and went straight to the front to say: "Your Majesty, the Northern Barbarians are too arrogant, Your subject has been in the capital for half a year, the rust on my Wind Slasher is two fingers deep, there is no need to hide any longer, I wish to go to the Northern Frontier!"

Gu Yun repeatedly considered this matter on the way. At this time, the Northern Barbarian envoy played tricks, combined with the rumors that General Cai had heard from the report, it was very likely that Jia Lai's side were fighting internally. He had to immediately go to confirm this matter in the Northern Frontier; if the Northern Barbarians' political situation changed, it would be a great opportunity for them to charge in. There was nothing much in the North, but Ziliujin mines were abundant. If one war could be maintained by the use of another, maybe it would not cause consumption, but instead be a support.

Li Feng frowned. In his opinion, Gu Yun's request was too hasty. He was in a dilemma.

On one hand, it was also the fall of half of the country. But for the nobles, the feeling between 'fleeing and transferring the capital' and 'an area a distance away being occupied by foreigners' were different. The latter seemed less urgent. After all, the bones of the desolate villages in which 'all the tears were in the dust' did not grow on their bodies of silk and satin.

Now, the treasury had slowly gathered some real gold and silver, a large number of refugees had settled down, livelihoods had stabilized. Li Feng did not really want to go to war at this time.