Zhao En stopped him and signaled that he could not go any further.
Yi Xiangming stopped, blinked, and said to Yuan Hongxi: "Your Majesty, is this really General Jiang Songyu?"
"That's right." Yuan Hongxi said without changing his expression.
"Really? Let me give it a try!" After saying that, Yi Xiangming ignored Zhao En's stop and rushed towards the sedan. The subordinates surrounding the sedan drew their swords one after another, but Yuan Hongxi stopped them with a look and stopped them.
Went back.
Trembling, he walked to the sedan and looked at the face he was thinking about so much that he almost forgot to breathe. He stretched out his hand towards the face in the sedan and touched it.
There is no human skin mask... it is perfect, without flaws, it is the real Jiang Songyu.
He cried with joy, and his voice trembled: "General, it's really you. Xiang Ming has finally waited for you, I'm sorry, General..."
After saying that, he hugged the person in the sedan. The person in his arms trembled and opened his eyes tremblingly. Only then did he see Yi Xiangming. His eyes lit up a little, and then he said excitedly: "Yi
Xiang Ming! Why is it you?
"General..." Seeing Jiang Songyu wake up, Yi Xiangming felt even more incredible. Because the man said... Jiang Songyu would not wake up, but he did not expect that the man was lying to him.
"Where...is this place?" Jiang Songyu rubbed his head, looked around, pushed Yi Xiangming away and walked out of the sedan, crossed his hips and yelled angrily, "Why the hell did you end up here in the wilderness? Yi Xiangming,
Let's go back to the military camp... Oh, by the way, why did I lose consciousness that day? What happened?"
Yi Xiangming was still in a daze when Jiang Songyu held his hand with his wet palm and signaled to leave. Before he could walk out, he was stopped by Zhao En.
"Yi Xiangming, you got what you wanted, but what about me?" Yuan Hongxi held a folding fan in his hand and looked at them with a smile, a playful smile on his lips.
Yi Xiangming made another gesture to the opposite side, and not long after, a woman with pale beauty came tied up. She looked at Yuan Hongxi and the others in panic, stamping her feet desperately, trying to make a sound, but
Helplessly, his mute point was tapped, with a look of despair on his face.
Inside the door, Muyin sounded strange. Didn't Yi Xiangming say that he would take him to see Yuan Hongxi? Why didn't he respond for so long? Could it be...
He found someone to pretend to be!?
As soon as the idea came out, Muyin angrily beat the stone door: "Yuan Hongxi! That's fake! Don't believe it! Don't believe it!"
Unfortunately, the sound could only echo in the empty room and could not be heard by the outside world. The cold stone door smashed down and Muyin's hands swelled.
Looking at the things in the room, his eyes stopped on the chair. Muyin struggled to lift a stone chair and swung it toward the door.
The chair fell apart, but there was no reaction at all. Muyin gritted his teeth and started walking to the bed again, his weak body checking over and over again whether he had forgotten to close the window.
Unfortunately, the windows on her side, Yi Xiangming's side, and even other places were tightly closed.
With the last glimmer of hope, Muyin walked to the wooden painting room. She hesitantly opened the door. There was a faint fragrance in the room, which made her feel slightly energetic.
Walking to the bedside, she found the portraits scattered on the floor, all of which were of herself. The smiling self, the crying self, the angry self...
All available.
Turning away in surprise, Muyin hesitated and backed away from the window. The window was not closed! Surprised, she quickly pushed open the window, gritted her teeth, raised her limp legs and climbed up to the window.
go out.
Before he jumped down, a voice outside the window suddenly sounded in his ears: "Sister——"
