Wang Xuan sighed softly and replied to himself, "You don't know how. Your trust in Ji Yunyuan is like turning your heart to the bright moon. It's really admirable."
He Musheng was a little hesitant. She thought about it for a while, but finally did not respond to his inquiry.
"Mr. Lang, this matter is related to your Majesty's life and death and the survival of the Sima family. Please forgive Ayan for not saying more."
Wang Xuanruyu's face flashed with loneliness, and then he patiently explained:
"This opportunity cannot be missed. I need to find His Majesty as soon as possible and send him out of the city. This way I can help Ayan leave Wuchang without any worries. Do you understand?"
Seeing that the little girl still looked puzzled, he explained various details, and after explaining, the sound of footsteps could be heard not far away from the camp.
Wang Xuan lowered his eyebrows and said softly, "I, Wang Xuan, always don't like to explain too much when doing things, but I always make exceptions for you. Ah Yan, please forgive me, if you delay any longer, you will
Your Majesty has pushed you to eternal doom."
He Mucheng panicked!
Yes, after experiencing so much, how could she suspect that Wang Xuanchu had ulterior motives?
She must be too nervous. She is already at the end of her rope. If she doesn't trust him, who can she trust?
Without waiting for He Mucheng's response, she suddenly raised her arm, and a cold light suddenly flashed through the snow-white fluffy cuffs!
"Why are you trying to steal my brother Xuan!"
"Mr. Lang?" He Mucheng pushed away Sima Ling, who had already fallen into a coma, and hurriedly knelt down to help him. He still had a smile on his lips, but cold sweat was already dripping on his forehead.
She pointed at He Mucheng and then at Wang Xuan with trembling fingertips, her eyes reddening immediately.
Xu Shi was always oppressed by Wang Xuan's momentum. Slowly, Sima Ling actually stopped crying.
He Mucheng frowned and said, "The general has always cared about His Majesty. I want to tell him the good news as soon as possible, otherwise I'm afraid he will feel uneasy."
He Mucheng immediately felt a chill running down his spine.
After Sima Shao heard this, the displeasure between his brows and eyes flashed away. He bowed his hands and said, "I know, you can go, you can go!"
Thinking of this, He Mucheng's cheeks turned red and he replied with shame, "It's A Yan who is confused. A Yan uses the heart of a villain to judge the heart of a gentleman. Don't be angry."
Wang Xuan's few words, even the simplest words, could make her feel ashamed in an instant.
Sima Ling's dagger was originally supposed to penetrate He Mucheng's heart, but when the tip of the sword pierced her cold iron clothes, it could no longer continue.
He Mucheng nodded in disbelief.
"Why did you postpone your marriage for a year? It turns out that my father's death was just an excuse, and Nan Yan, a bitch, was the reason! You and Nan Yan have been in secret for a long time! Wang Xuan, you are so ruthless, how could you
Treat me like this? How could you treat me like this?"
But Sima Ling's resentful voice continued, "Nan Yan, you already have Ji Yunyuan, why are you still robbing my brother Xuan? Huh?"
The elite nodded and put on his armor as quickly as possible.
When Wang Xuan saw this, he suddenly lost his composure. He hurriedly stepped forward, only to see that He Mucheng was already preparing to attack!
The relationship between the two is not only a fight to the death, but also a battle of luck.
She is safe and sound...
As he spoke, he turned around and took out a set of armor belonging to the Langya Wang family's personal guards. He threw it casually and the elite caught it steadily.
He Mucheng shook his head, "Your Majesty is safe now, and Ayan can go and restore General Ji's life."
Looking at Sima Ling, who had been in a coma, Wang Xuan frowned and said, "Your Majesty, it is better to take her back to Jiankang. With her here, I will not be able to explain to Wuchang County Duke."
He Mucheng looked at the elite man and murmured, "Why is Sima Ling here?"
At the same time, an aggressive question sounded outside the camp:
"Who are you discussing with, Mr. Lang?"
She slowly raised her head, and her pale face was suddenly stained with a creepy smile!
Is this... about to explode?
He Mucheng stared at Sima Ling in confusion, and when he saw her moving closer to him, he hurriedly took a step back.
Wang Xuan turned around and left the tent, gave a few concise instructions, and then returned to the tent. If that posture was not planned in advance, He Mucheng would not believe it if she only told her about Sima Shao's whereabouts.
But Wang Xuan did not panic, but smiled leisurely, and his voice was like jade beads falling on a jade plate, floating in the air, "Ayan, those soldiers just thought they had captured one person. This person has the Ji Family Army token. If so,
No one suspects you."
At the same time, Sima Ling's footsteps had already arrived at the entrance of the camp.
She covered her face with both hands and her shoulders shook helplessly. She seemed to be praying for Wang Xuan's comfort, but even though she was crying hoarsely, Wang Xuan remained unmoved.
"Nan Yan, why are you here? I tried my best to invite you before, but why are you here uninvited now?"
"Nothing, maybe I'm too tired." He simply sat on the floor and reached out to pull out the dagger stuck in front of her.
Wang Xuan's body seemed to weaken, and he knelt on one knee on the ground. He supported the ground with his palms. He tried several times, but was unable to get up.
Sima Shao nodded, and then glanced at the little girl who looked relieved. His tone had become very soft before he knew it, "Ayan, come back to Jiankang with me."
He Mucheng understood his intention instantly, and she whispered to the elite, "Sneak into Lang Jun's personal guards later, find an opportunity to evacuate, and then join the others."
"Ayan..." Wang Xuan's clear voice had become hoarse before he knew it. He stumbled forward, saw the little girl curling her lips and smiled, and finally understood that she was safe and sound!
Sima Shao's face gradually became reserved, "I heard that Shihu's side was greatly affected by the plague and has returned to Xiang Kingdom. It's really not of much use for you to go to Yuzhou."
Sima Ling's face instantly became filled with overwhelming anger!
"It's just a contest between you and Sima Ling. Even if he asks Sima Ling for confirmation afterwards, it's just jealousy between women and has nothing to do with strategy."
Wang Xuan stood up and said calmly, "I have prepared the carriage."
With Wang Xuan around, the two went out of the city smoothly, and the road to Lucheng was smooth. It wasn't until they arrived at the ship on the river that He Mucheng saw Sima Shao and the remaining nineteen elite soldiers of the Ji family.
Having said this, He Mucheng was a little scared. Although he had a lot of points, based on the last time he cleared 500 points of toxins, the remaining points in the system were simply a drop in the bucket.
This roar was like lightning coming from the sky, striking a bright light in the dark night sky.
Slowly, she opened the corners of her mouth, and her smile was innocent yet strange.
"Well, I thought I wouldn't need it. It was so thrilling just now. If it weren't for the golden soft armor, I guess my life would be hanging by a thread like last time in Lucheng."
It was the soft gold silk armor given to her by Ji Yunyuan that protected her last line of defense.
At this point, she finally revealed Sima Shao's hiding place.
"Mr. Lang, are you also infected with the plague?" He Mucheng hurriedly stretched out his catkin and tried it on Wang Xuan's forehead, but he dodged it without leaving a trace.
"If you just leave like this, Wang Dun won't become suspicious?" Looking at Sima Ling who had already fallen asleep, He Mucheng's tone could not help but be a little worried.
Sima Lingjiao was very willful and was doted on by the eldest princess Wuyang. Even Sima Shao would give her three points on weekdays, but Wang Xuanzhi was the only one who obeyed her.
However, Sima Ling stood still in front of her and looked at her face carefully for a long time:
The two were silent for a while, and then He Mucheng remembered the mission. She asked in a low voice, "Lang Jun, what should we do next?"
Sure enough, when Sima Ling heard this, he immediately stopped talking.
She suddenly opened the curtain and saw He Mucheng's seemingly condescending gaze.
"Princess, you have lost your composure." Wang Xuan looked pale.
"General Ji gave you the gold silk armor?" Wang Xuan asked leisurely while playing with the dagger.
The word "I" made He Mucheng panic. Then, an invisible solemnity quietly opened an insurmountable gap between her and Sima Shao.
At this moment, intermittent tolls of death knells were heard from Lucheng not far away, lingering and circling over the already depressed city, hitting everyone's eardrums one after another.
He Mucheng seized the opportunity and slowly retreated behind Wang Xuan.
"Someone died?" She turned around and looked curiously.
