C7

When she looked at her son's envious expression on Mu Tan, Guan Yunlan had mentioned this to him, but she didn't seem to be forced. When she told Mu Tan that if she didn't like Fang Li, she could make the decision for him when he was sixteen and find a good husband for him. Mu Tan was overjoyed, but he also felt that he couldn't repay her kindness.

She felt that she should repay this debt of gratitude, and the only way she could do that was to covet her own Fang Li.

However, Mu Tan had his principles. Even though he had already accepted that he would be Fang Li's man in the future, he was determined to not let Fang Li touch him before he turned sixteen.

"Your Highness, I brought some food back for you for the banquet," Mu Tan said as he sat beside Fang Li and supported him, wanting to feed him. "Rest early after your meal. You've been missing for so long and have caused Madam to worry for so long. Now that you've returned and taken care of your health, you can rest at ease."

"Thank you." Fang Li responded in a casual manner, but in his heart, he was thinking of Lu Bei and Zhu Luo. He did not know if they were still alive.

Fang Li did not even look at him and just replied casually. He seemed to be thinking about something and stopped moving. Such a Fang Li caused Mu Tan to be stunned.

Before he had brought in the dinner, Mu Tan had thought that Fang Li would smile mischievously when he saw him, causing him to feel slightly impatient.

Mu Tan had been worried about Fang Li's disappearance, but it was not because of Fang Li. She knew that Fang Li was the only son of the Fang Residence, and also the only son of Guan Yun Lan. She also hoped that Fang Li could return safely. If it was just Fang Li himself, Mu Tan might not have liked him, but he was actually a little disgusted at the bottom of his heart.

Mu Tan knew better than anyone what kind of person Fang Li was. He had no ambition and a proud appearance, but he was actually a bit cowardly in his heart. No learning, no skill, no skill. He really didn't like it at all.

Ever since he had entered the Fang Residence, Mu Tan had loved to read books. Thus, he had a special favorable impression of people with literary talent.

Although Fang Li had suppressed his thoughts in the end because he wanted to repay this gratitude in his heart, he was, after all, far from studying poetry and had an extraordinary literary talent. He was like a heaven in the heavens and an earth in the earth. Thus, when he thought about how he was going to be his husband and that he could only be his concubine in the future, he couldn't help but feel sad and disgusted.

Strictly speaking, among the children of Venerable Class, Fang Li was already considered a "good boy". However, this was not what Mu Tan wanted.

Fang Li was like a child that would never grow up, and what Mu Tan wanted was someone who could take care of himself, understand his own thoughts, and support both heaven and earth.

The sudden appearance of these many thoughts in his mind startled Mu Tan. He shook his head, picked up the bowl of porridge in his hands and started feeding it to Fang Li.

Perhaps to Mu Tan, this man who would definitely be his husband in the future, would attract his attention with just a little bit of difference. Perhaps to Mu Tan, this man who would definitely be his husband in the future, just a little bit of difference would attract his attention, since he had already decided to marry him. In fact, many times, Mu Tan knew that all of this was just wishful thinking.

Throughout the entire process of eating the congee, Fang Li did not even look at her. He did not say a single word as he quietly thought about his own matters.

"Mu Tan." "Mother." Fang Li called out softly. This name had been mentioned many times by his mother in their conversation earlier, and he was no longer unfamiliar with her. Those warriors who have gone through hundreds of battles have all died for me. This feeling is unbearable. And then there are the two friends I've just made, and I'm probably dead because of myself. Furthermore, each and every one of them had risked their lives in exchange for my life. Is there not a single Heavy Qilin Guard that feels that they're not worth it? "

Fang Li was actually muttering to himself. He had always felt a little pressured in his heart, and was even a little unable to adapt to the identity of the crown prince. He felt that the life of those people in exchange for his was not worth it.

"Young master, you …" Mu Tan looked at Fang Li in surprise. He had been pampered ever since he was young, and in the environment that he was in, he had always been the center of the crowd. How strange it was.

Mu Tan had naturally seen things more clearly than Fang Li. Fang Li had already given him the best answer in his question, precisely because of his identity.

Regardless of whether he was a trash or a genius, Fang Li didn't really matter. The reason for those guards being important was because of Fang Lin Tao and Fang Chen. Indeed, Fang Li himself did not have the ability to make the Heavy Unicorn Guards be willing to sacrifice their own lives.

However, this reason was sufficient. The two marshals, Fang Chen and Lin Tao, had slowly risen from the mountains of corpses to their current positions, bringing peace to the entire Yuan Lu Kingdom. With such merits, there was nothing to criticize about them.

In the following month, the war broke out completely. The million strong army of the Mang Xue Country attacked the city from the north. Marshal Lin Tao personally oversaw the battle and was extremely anxious, so there was not much danger.

The Witch Sect controlled the King of the Wilderness and used magic on ordinary soldiers, using it at the cost of overdrawing their lifespan in order to increase their strength by a large degree. The weapons held by ordinary soldiers were also supported by magic, and the enemies that were killed by such weapons would turn into blood slaves. People would truly die, but corpses would turn into monsters that thirsted for blood.

The strength of the blood slave was not high. The people who were killed, after turning into the blood slave, would not change, but they would lose their will to fight. They would turn into puppets, but the trouble was, there were too many of them. With this, the battles on the battlefield would eventually cause the Imperial Army to be at a loss of what to do. The more enemies they could fight, the more enemies they would have.

It was fortunate that the blood slave did not exist permanently. Usually, the amount of time a blood slave existed was closely related to its physique before death. However, even an elite of the Heavy Unicorn Guards, after becoming a blood slave, would at most turn into a pile of mud in three months.

However, the battle was getting fiercer and fiercer. The formation of the new blood slave was much faster than the disappearance of the blood slave. It had also caused chaos in the south at first. Now, it was almost on par with the dangerous situation caused by the invasion of the country of Mang Xue.

Another two months passed. When the war broke out in the Yuan Lu Country, Fang Chen, the old marshal who had been unarmed for more than ten years, could no longer sit still. The war in the north was in a state of anxiety, and Fang Lintao could not leave.

Fang Chen, who was over the age of sixty, was ordered to set off for the south.

In the span of three months, a total of six generals from the south had been replaced. However, under the constant defeat, only Fang Chen dared to remain in the imperial court.

It had never happened before that two marshals would simultaneously rush to the front line to fight in an imperial war.

From the start of the war, there would only be one marshal to command the entire nation's soldiers. If another marshal were to be appointed, it would undoubtedly reduce the cohesion of the soldiers. It would also force the marshal who oversaw the entire war to hold onto each other back when deploying troops.

However, right now, Lin Tao from the north did not care about the war from the south at all. He had previously reported a million troops from the Kingdom of Tianxue, but after fighting for three months, he gradually realized that the enemy army had surpassed one million troops.

No matter which country it was to be, the army of ten million soldiers was an army that could lift up the entire nation.

The Yuan Lu country, on the other hand, had been in a hurry. With the addition of the new recruits, in the past three months, it had only been three million in the north.

Other than the south, the north had been transferring the garrison troops to the east and west. Now, the garrison troops to the east and west could not be drawn any further. If they were forcefully drawn out again and war broke out between the east and west, there would be no resistance.

If it were not for Fang Lin Tao at the north, how could a temporary troop of three million yuan be a match for the extremely well-prepared Myriad Paragons?

It was understandable that Fang Lintao was powerless to cause chaos in the south.

Nowadays, the south had always been in a tight spot, and the Empire had transferred nearly two million troops from all the major towns to the south. However, after three months had passed, he was continuously being defeated.

It was also because of helplessness that Old Marshal Fang Chen had no choice but to put his armor back on.

He really did not know what was going on. If it was the transmigration he had seen often in novels, why did he feel a sense of familiarity with all of this? This familiarity was not something that could be developed overnight.

In his memory, this war would last for a long time. In the end, Yuan Lu was forced to retreat and lost most of its territory.

From the looks of it, it was very likely that it would develop in this direction.

Seeing his grandfather's slightly stooped back, trying his best to straighten his posture on the podium, Fang Li's nose turned sour and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

In the past, he was no longer young. He was already over twenty years old. He should have been the pillar of a family, but he could not do anything about it. He could only watch as his loved one passed away. That feeling of helplessness prevented him from rising up amidst his suffering. Instead, he gave up on himself.

Some people have always been very comfortable, and when they suddenly encounter a tribulation beyond their imagination, they often don't immediately have a wonderful performance, as they usually do in novels and movies. Even if he wanted to change it, it was not that easy. This was reality.

In the eyes of others, he was only fourteen years old, and was still a child. However, his own mentality was no longer the mind of a child; he could not sit idly by and watch his father and grandfather rush to the battlefield.

However, what could he do?

Looking at Fang Chen's departing army and his grandfather's determined and determined back, the pain in Fang Li's heart was so clear.

It was so clear that his heart, which wanted to obtain power, was so strong.

He no longer wanted to be a good-for-nothing who couldn't do anything, so he could only follow the flow.

Ever since Fang Chen had left, Fang Li had started to understand the affairs of the continent in a crazed manner.