Their eyes met, and they looked at each other without saying anything.
His eyes were like a deep pool, making her fall into it and unable to stand up.
Su Yueming suddenly felt that his heart was congested, and he felt like he was going to be out of breath. However, he had to delay time and distract his attention, so even if it was hypocrisy or deception, he couldn't care so much.
Finally, she raised her lips and said——
"The Qin Dynasty bullies the minority with its many, which actually damages the reputation of the King of Beiyuan. Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the people in the world?"
Murong Canghai smiled, "Who dares to laugh?"
Such an arrogant tone, as if he was the supreme king in the world, Su Yueming gasped, she had the upper hand in the first round of the battle!
She lowered her head and remained silent.
This time, it was Murong Canghai's turn to speak. He looked at Su Yueming with hot eyes. Seeing that she still had her sachet on her shirt, he asked -
"Where are the three dead flowers?"
Su Yueming's eyes were slightly startled. Why was he always thinking about those three mysterious dead flowers?
"You didn't take it out and throw it away, right?" he asked.
Su Yueming shook his head, "I have never opened this sachet before."
Murong Canghai nodded with satisfaction, "Never throw them away."
In this battlefield filled with fierce aura and dazzling swords, he acted as if nothing had happened, without blinking, he spoke to her these things that could only be said in private.
In the distance, he was besieged by more and more soldiers, so the prince, who was unable to do anything at all, was always worried about Su Yueming's safety.
His men moved faster, more and more people fell, but more and more people besieged him, like an endless stream of ants coming out of their nests.
The encirclement of Song Chengru and Song Siyuan's father and son had slowly and quietly formed.
Because Su Yueming was in front of him, his eyes never left her. Su Yueming stood here deliberately to distract him. She succeeded. Murong Canghai didn't notice it until the encirclement shrank smaller and smaller.
However, it is already too late! The advantage on the battlefield has quietly shifted to the Zhou side.
Su Yueming finally breathed a long sigh of relief secretly.
And when Murong Canghai discovered that his soldiers were trapped, his eyes slowly darkened, and he stared at Su Yueming closely, and asked in a non-panic tone -
"Is this the beauty trap Xuanyuan Qihuang taught you to use?"
Listening to his cynical and nonchalant tone, Su Yueming's heart suddenly felt a little painful. She swallowed the pain hard and said -
"A soldier never tires of deceit."
The encirclement is getting smaller and smaller!
In the distance, she heard the voices of Song Chengru and Song Siyuan ordering fire attacks.
"Hahahaha..." Murong Canghai did not immediately defend himself. He suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared. The laughter filled the air with a bit of desolate sadness, "Su Yueming, Su Yueming, what a soldier who never tires of deceit!"
His gaze seemed to set her on fire.
Su Yueming turned the horse's head and rode it back to the prince's side.
She felt the sight on the back of her head that could destroy her, and she ordered herself not to look back, not to look back!
They are born to be enemies, they are born to be opposed!
When the prince noticed the change in the situation on the field, he finally understood Su Yueming's intention, and a smile appeared on his elegant face.
The soldiers who formed the encirclement were all holding long bows and fired the burning rockets into the circle. As soon as they were fired, the archers immediately squatted down and used the shields of the front row soldiers to block Da Qin's attack.