Chapter 118 "Ji Yunyuan, the opportunity has come!"
He Mucheng paused and hid behind the red pillar.
This Sima Ling, she also offended severely, but now with Nanyue as a shield, she is happy and relaxed.
Nanyue heard Sima Ling's voice and slowly let go of her arms. She stood on tiptoes and kissed Wang Xuan's perfect side face softly. Then she stood up straight and turned to look at Sima Ling who was coming in a hurry.
Sima Ling seemed not to have expected that Nan Yue would be so arrogant in front of her in front of Wang Xuan. She stood still, pointed at Nan Yue with her trembling fingertips and ordered, "Quickly, arrest this bitch for me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a maid came forward, held Nan Yue's arms on the left and right, and twisted them behind her.
A rough man raised his toes and kicked the old woman hard. Nan Yue bent her knees and knelt down in pain.
After this action, Wang Xuan had already escaped. He took out the brocade handkerchief in disgust and wiped the cheek that had just been stained by Nanyue, then handed it to the maid aside and said lightly, "Throw it away."
The maid took it with both hands and stepped aside.
Sima Ling stepped forward quickly, slapped Nan Yue on the face, and said angrily, "Nanyue, you are so brave!"
Ji Yunyuan shrugged.
Ji Yunyuan curled his lips and finally asked softly to the little girl hiding behind the red pillar, "Have you seen enough excitement? Why don't you come out?"
"What?" He Mucheng's voice suddenly rose, "Doesn't that mean that I still have to go with Sima Ling?"
After Sima Ling heard this, he slapped her twice again.
Sure enough, as he was setting off, He Mucheng saw Sima Ling standing next to Wang Xuan from a distance with a fierce look on his face.
Nan Zhi nodded, bowed his hands to Ji Yunyuan and Wang Xuan, and then walked away.
As soon as he finished speaking, a crisp response sounded, "Father, I'm here."
Only then did Sima Ling notice that He Mucheng was also nearby. She thought of her inexplicable fainting in the prince's residence, and her anger that had only calmed down was ignited again!
After getting into the carriage, He Mucheng shook off Ji Yunyuan's pull and said angrily, "I'm afraid Wang Dun will have died of illness next time, who will still play with her?"
"Fun?" Sima Ling sneered, "You like to play, right? I will have fun with you today!"
The bright light shone with a cold glow, and the servants around him were so frightened that their knees weakened.
Wang Xuan's face was indifferent and he ignored it. He just turned to look at Nan Zhi and Ji Yunyuan who were walking quickly.
"Nan Yan, you are so brave! What did you do to me that day? I don't believe in evil. I can only salute the future mother of the country. I clearly felt the pain. What did you do to me?"
The little girl suddenly looked sad.
He looked at the person behind him holding her nose in pain until her eyes were filled with tears. He sighed and held her cold catkins with his big palms.
The torture Nan Yue has experienced has long since smoothed away all her edges. Compared with the man's methods, Sima Ling's few slaps are indeed nothing to mention.
He Musheng stuck out his tongue at Sima Ling, "I don't have time today, but next time, I will definitely play with you next time."
Not far away, Nan Zhi walked towards this side with a gloomy look on his face. Seeing this, Sima Ling winked at the maid without leaving any trace.
Ji Yunyuan raised his eyebrows, and after a long while, he reminded him with a smile, "Ayan, when you go to Wuchang this time, you will go with Wang Xuan."
These two slaps were very heavy, and He Mucheng saw blood overflowing from the corner of Nan Yue's mouth, but despite this, she still looked calm and looked unconcerned.
Along the way, the refugees all voluntarily moved away. Langya Wang's men walked behind Ji's army. This was also Sima Ling's suggestion. Judging from her posture, it seemed as if she was afraid that Ji Yunyuan could escape invisible, so she sent people to investigate even at night.
"Not too much." Ji Yunyuan responded in a low voice, then raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword at his waist, and pulled out the sword with a swipe.
At this time, the conversation between Nan Zhi and Ji Yunyuan also ended.
Nan Zhi glanced at Nan Yue, who had swollen cheeks, and frowned in displeasure, "Where's Ah Yu?"
Seeing that she no longer resisted, Ji Yunyuan wrapped his whole palm around her little hand and held her like this, slowly walking out of Prince Langya's palace.
Seeing her looking around and wanting to withdraw, he reminded her in a low voice, "This is my request, isn't it too much?"
"Military advisor, follow me back home." Ji Yunyuan shouted this loudly, cupped his hands to Wang Xuan, and turned to leave.
The little girl glared at him fiercely and walked out slowly.
"I can save you. Just agree to one request." Ji Yunyuan chuckled, his voice was very low and very pleasant.
Soon, the two came here.
He Mucheng's expression became more and more solemn.
The closer we got to the Wuchang border, the more people and horses around us became. In the end, it looked like Ji Yunyuan was being escorted to Wuchang.
"If you have the ability, you can kill me. If you can't kill me, why are you still talking nonsense here?"
He Mucheng quietly pulled Ji Yunyuan's sleeve, "I'm not afraid of her. If I want to deal with her, it would be too easy. I'm just afraid of injuring you. There are all Wang Dun's spies around here..."
Nan Yue curled her lips and smiled like a flower, "So what if I touch you?"
Her eyes were staring straight at Ji Jiajun's carriage. Her eyes were like grabbing the prey that was about to fall into her belly. She was not in a hurry to kill it, but was enjoying the wasted process.
The maid released her restraints and Nan Yue was freed. She did not show any gratitude, but smiled sweetly at Wang Xuan who was standing aside, "Today I finally got what I wanted. Mr. Lang is very delicious."
Ji Yunyuan stood still, and the little girl behind him was looking back frequently. She didn't want to stop and bumped into his back.
The two teams marched toward Wuchang in a mighty manner.
He Mucheng smiled awkwardly, "It's nothing, I just thought it was fun and wanted to try my new invention..."
Ji Yunyuan smiled fondly and said, "Don't worry, with Ji Jiajun here, she won't let her get close to you."
When night came, everyone camped on both sides of the official road. He Mucheng sat by the bonfire and said to Ji Yunyuan, "All my chips are placed here. Counting the time, it should be soon."
Nan Yu and Nan Yue followed closely behind, slowly disappearing at the end of the winding corridor.
Wang Xuan's laughter sounded like a spring flowing through a stone stream behind him, accompanied by Sima Ling's roar, "Nan's Ayan, you wait for me!"
Well...it's really not too much...
Nan Yue was fearless. She sneered and said indifferently, "Sima Ling, if you have any other means, feel free to use them."
This broken jar made Sima Ling helpless, but He Mucheng understood the reason.
Ji Yunyuan looked back and smiled knowingly, "Well, A Yanliang is like a god, I trust you, but after tonight, you and I will officially be under the control of Wuchang County Duke, and there will be no chance to retreat.
If we still can't receive the news, we have to find a way to stop."
"Yes, yes, as long as you don't go too far." He Mucheng responded casually when he saw the servant approaching slowly.
After that, she ordered again to her left and right, "Go and tie her up to me!"
Seeing this, Sima Ling said disdainfully, "Nanyue, do you think that by combing your hair in a sister-in-law bun, you can turn back into the pure and pure noble girl? Among all the powerful men in Lu City, which one has not had sex with you? You still have to do it?
Are you worthy of a man who dares to touch me?"
She trotted behind Ji Yunyuan and jumped towards the door of the mansion.
He Mucheng hurriedly hid behind Ji Yunyuan, holding his arm softly with his small hands, and smiled weakly, "General, save me..."
"You..." Sima Ling choked for a moment.
He Mucheng thought for a long time, and was about to respond when he heard a song coming from the homeless pile not far away. The voice sounded like weeping, complaining, and admiring:
"When the Duke enters the palace, Your Majesty will walk away in vain. Emperor Ming will also be in trouble, and he will live a boring life..."
Emperor Ming?
These two words came from the roaring sound one after another. Although they were vague, they were like sparks that could start a prairie fire. With the cold wind of winter, they instantly fell into darkness and despair.
He Mucheng stood up with a roar!
Her eyes were bright, especially bright beside the blazing bonfire, "Ji Yunyuan, the opportunity has come!"
