Arnold wanted to stand up and refute him, but she still tried her best to hold back her sudden thoughts. Facing these Mongolian princes in the Yuan Dynasty today, she would only lose no matter what. She is Han,
She was an inconspicuous Han Chinese, and she was even the daughter of General Zhang Jue who killed their Mongolian Khan Mengge. After all, it was her father who killed their former Khan, so they were considered enemies.
Namuhan suddenly remembered the farce a few months ago, and a suspicion arose in his heart. Does she hate Zhenjin now? She sighed slightly and continued: "Even if you don't want to see the things Zhenjin did that made you sad,
Where is he and Hu Gechi? Could it be that you can ignore Hu Gechi's life and death and let him continue to suffer in the process of looking for you? "
Hu Gechi... Arnold's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a handsome face flashed in his mind. His gentle light brown eyes were like two beautiful ambers. He always treated her very gently, even if she was being raped.
Even after abandoning him, he still protected her well. He liked to have a sullen face, and his cold face only revealed a hint of gentleness for her. He once told her that he wanted her to give birth to a child for him. But now, he has been run away by himself.
Are you tired of things?
"What's wrong with Hu Gechi?" Arnold suddenly stood up and looked at that handsome face.
Na Muhan was slightly shocked and looked at the person in front of him. It was a very familiar face, but there was a huge and unfamiliar red birthmark on his face. Even so, those eyes were still as bright as the two most dazzling black gems.
Shenghui. "Amul, you..."
Arnold was already a little annoyed. She shouldn't be like this. How could she stand up and admit her identity so easily? Hu Gechi was the most beloved son of Khan Kublai Khan. He was canonized as the King of Yunnan at the age of fifteen. He was
Your Majesty, he has the love of the Khan, so nothing will happen to him no matter what.
Arnold raised his eyebrows slightly, slowly raised his eyes, and glanced at Na Muhan. His mouth was open, and his eyes that were like real gold were full of shock. Arnold raised his hand and touched his face.
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At this moment, a cold light suddenly flashed through, and Na Muhan frowned and pulled out the scimitar. Arnold was startled, she was very familiar with this scene, and quickly pulled up Qian He who was still kneeling on the ground.
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The long sword was extremely sharp and as fast as the wind. The tip of the arrow was pointing towards Na Muhan. The opponent was dressed in black clothes, with a black cloth covering his face, and his exposed eyes were burning with blazing fire. Black
His eyes seemed to turn scarlet the moment he thrust out the sword, "I'm going to die." He shouted, his voice hysterical and filled with hatred.
Namuhan reacted quickly. After all, he and Khan had been fighting on the battlefield since he was a child, and now it was a matter of life and death. He raised the scimitar in his hand and blocked the tip of the sword that was stabbing his chest.
Everything happened in a flash, and the people around him had no idea what was happening. The group of officials following Namuhan also looked panicked. Fortunately, Namuhan's attendants reacted quickly and quickly pulled out the bent gun.
The sword rushed forward. But there was only one assassin there, and dozens of black-clad helpers jumped out from nowhere.
Qianhe still didn't know what was going on, so she just let Arnold pull her up, and an urgent voice came to her ears, "Let's go, let's go quickly."