Chapter 59

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"Mr. Qiu, Xuan'er, you should also go to Xiangyang with General Meng." Zhao Ling'er suddenly said.

"Princess, if we all leave, what about you and the leader of the Power Gang?" A middle-aged scholar with a goatee, thin like a bamboo pole, hesitated and asked.

"The brothers of the Power Gang are all heading to Xiangyang, and many of them are injured. You can play a greater role in Xiangyang. There's no need to worry here. In this world, those capable of causing trouble for my brother and me probably haven't even been born yet," Zhao Ling'er said.

"Should I go to Xiangyang and let my junior sister stay here?" Mr. Qiu asked.

"In treating and saving lives, you are not as good as Xuan'er. You should go together," Zhao Ling'er shook her head and said.

"Princess, I don't want to go to Xiangyang. I don't want to see dead people," a timid voice said.

Behind Zhao Ling'er, a girl of similar age appeared.

The girl was dressed in red, looking small and adorable, but her eyes were slightly red, on the verge of tears, making her look pitiful.

At her age, she should be carefree, playing with her parents and thinking about what kind of ideal husband she would marry.

Sending such a young girl to the front lines of the battlefield to face death was indeed too cruel.

However, when the girl spoke, Mr. Qiu's expression became strange, Lei Dong instinctively took a step back, and even Zhao Hao's expression changed.

Only Meng Gong was unaware and said, "Your Highness, General Lei is enough. If this little girl doesn't want to go to Xiangyang, she can stay with the princess."

Hearing Meng Gong's words, the red-clothed girl nodded vigorously, looking at Meng Gong with gratitude, and said in a clear voice, "Uncle, you are indeed a good person."

Meng Gong smiled happily. Anyone praised by such a cute girl would be very happy.

However, the expressions of the people around him became even stranger.

Zhao Ling'er rubbed her forehead and said helplessly, "Xuan'er, stop fooling around. I'm talking to you seriously. I need your help, and in Xiangyang, you will have many more materials for your experiments."

Hearing the word "materials" from Zhao Ling'er, the girl's eyes lit up, and her tone immediately became cheerful, "Princess, you won't deceive me, right?"

"Rest assured, in Xiangyang, you can conduct your experiments however you like," Zhao Ling'er affirmed.

The girl nodded vigorously, then mounted her horse, and looked at Meng Gong with surprise, "Uncle Meng, why aren't we leaving yet?"

"Um, let's go, let's go," Meng Gong, who didn't quite understand the situation, said instinctively.

Zhao Hao frowned, came to Meng Gong, and whispered, "General Meng, after going to Xiangyang, Lei Dong and Mr. Qiu can interact more, but you should stay as far away from Xuan'er as possible."

Meng Gong looked at the red-clothed girl, then at Zhao Hao, a handsome young man, and a beautiful girl of similar age, who seemed to have a close relationship. He nodded understandingly, "Your Highness, rest assured, I understand."

Zhao Hao, seeing Meng Gong's expression, knew he had misunderstood and had to add, "She is one of the three phoenixes under Ling'er's command, the 'Blood Phoenix.'"

Meng Gong was petrified upon hearing this.

Zhao Hao patted Meng Gong's shoulder, and the look in his eyes made Meng Gong want to cry.

Zhao Ling'er also came to Meng Gong and said somewhat embarrassedly, "General Meng, if Xuan'er causes any trouble, please bear with her. I will head to Xiangyang soon, and during this time, I entrust Xuan'er to you."

Meng Gong was almost in tears this time.

When Lei Dong and Mr. Qiu also came over to comfort him, the tough man Meng Gong finally couldn't hold back his tears of regret.

The price of being a smart aleck.

"Your Highness..." Before Meng Gong could finish his sentence, a red figure appeared before his eyes.

"Uncle, why are you dawdling? Are we leaving or not?" Xuan'er's tone was somewhat impatient.

"Your Highness, can I, can I..." Meng Gong found himself unable to continue.

Because in Xuan'er's right hand, five silver needles had appeared.

The silver light flickered, emitting a cold glow in Xuan'er's hand.

"I am deeply grateful for Your Highness's great kindness, especially Princess. With the help of Miss Xuan'er, I have more confidence in defending Xiangyang," Meng Gong's words, which should have been very passionate, sounded very mournful to everyone.

Zhao Ling'er coughed a few times, her eyes wandering, and after a moment, she said, "Well, it's getting late. General Meng, you should set off. Mr. Qiu, Xuan'er is your junior sister, you should take good care of her."

Mr. Qiu's expression froze, "Do I have that ability?"

"Alright, it's settled. The Mongol army will not launch a large-scale attack on Xiangyang soon, but small-scale probes are inevitable. In terms of the overall strategy, General Meng, you make the decisions. If there are any underhanded tactics, Mr. Qiu, it's up to you," Zhao Hao said.

A hint of red light flashed in Mr. Qiu's eyes, temporarily forgetting about Xuan'er, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips, "Your Highness, rest assured. With me, we will only use underhanded tactics against the Mongol army."

Zhao Hao nodded, "I have never doubted Mr. Qiu's abilities."

Mr. Qiu's full name is Qiu Shenjie, one of the "two wings and three phoenixes" under Zhao Ling'er's command, alongside Lei Dong. Qiu Shenjie and Lei Dong are known as the "two wings."

Qiu Shenjie is highly regarded by Zhao Hao and Zhao Ling'er and is respectfully called "Mr. Qiu" because of his medical skills.

Or rather, his poison skills.

Throughout history, medicine and martial arts have been inseparable, and medicine and poison are two sides of the same coin.

Qiu Shenjie has extensive medical knowledge, but he is not the best in the world. However, he has taken a different path, mastering various extreme and unorthodox martial arts, and in the use of poisons, he is unparalleled.

His methods are cruel and often cause great harm to the human body.

But such talent is precisely what Zhao Hao needs at this moment.

Even if Bian Que and Hua Tuo were reborn, they could not cure this country.

But treating illness is difficult, while poisoning is easy.

Zhao Hao doesn't need a medical genius; he needs a poison doctor who can cause significant damage to the Mongol Empire.

Destruction is always easier than construction.

The Central Plains, with thousands of years of tradition, surpasses the grasslands in countless ways.

As long as one is willing to sacrifice some reputation, the destructive power that can be unleashed will exceed the imagination of ordinary people.

In this world, no one has thought of using "bacterial warfare" or "viral warfare."

But when things reach a point of no return, Zhao Hao is not averse to launching an ancient version of a "biological crisis."

He has the strength and confidence to do so, as this is, after all, a martial arts world.

In the Central Plains, medical and poison skills are unparalleled.

Over the years, Zhao Hao has never wasted time.

The Mongols may be powerful, but the Central Plains are not without the strength to fight.

Killing to protect life, cutting karma, not cutting people.

Even if it means being vilified for a thousand years, what does it matter?