He picked up the sharp sword thrown on the ground and slowly walked towards the battlements.
Not far away, Murong Ke galloped over wearing a fang mask. He paused not far away and slowly raised his chin.
"Ji Yunyuan, I respect you as a man! In this way, it's not a loss for Nan's Ayan to do it for you."
Ji Yunyuan shouted coldly, "Murong Ke, you invaded my Jin territory first and ruined my wife's name last. Today we will settle all the old and new grudges!"
Looking at the iron-blooded general in front of him, He Mucheng felt sad in his heart.
The outcome of the current situation is already determined.
Unless Ji's army grows wings, Luoyang City will be destroyed before dawn!
The only refugee who could resist a wave of attacks also fell in the initial defense. Now there are only a few Langya secret guards left. How could Ji Yunyuan not know?
"Nan's Ayan is my wife, Ji Yunyuan. You asked me to use my wife as a bet. How dare you think so?"
Even death cannot separate them.
Is this...making tea by the fire?
He Mucheng reminded in a low voice, "Your Majesty, it is summer now."
He Mucheng was startled.
Ji Yunyuan clenched his fists tightly and his joints creaked, "A scholar cannot be killed but cannot be humiliated. Murong Ke, you are dreaming!"
She stretched out her arms, wrapped them around Ji Yunyuan's strong waist, and buried her soft little face into his cold iron clothes.
Murong Ke slowly raised the sword in his hand and made an attacking gesture.
Murong Ke was jealous, he was so jealous that he wanted to go crazy!
With his scarlet eyes, he looked at the pair of beauties on the high platform and said word by word, "Nan's Ayan, I will definitely take you away from Ji Yunyuan. You will never be with him in this life, the next life, and the next life."
Double sojourn and double habitat!”
Having said this, Ji Yunyuan looked up to the sky and laughed. His smile was so wanton and satisfying, as if the death that followed could not scare him at all.
While the two were guessing, they heard Murong Ke say coldly, "Ji Yunyuan, you are lucky today, we have a long time to come, just wait for me!"
The soldiers bowed again, then turned and left.
The competition is about to begin!
However, before the sound of fighting started, a light cavalry trooper arrived on horseback. He hurriedly arrived at Murong Ke's side and whispered a few words to him.
That silver armor and that handsome face with a hint of scorn for the world, isn't that Sima Shao's?
Wang Xuan chuckled and comforted, "General, don't be afraid. Since your Majesty is here, you will definitely not hurt A Yan's selfish motives. Besides, the Ji family army is about to arrive in Luoyang. If there is a real confrontation, your Majesty's stable Chao Gang will be in turmoil again. We must weigh the pros and cons."
, he will not take action at this time."
Sima Shao smiled and said, "How can I wait until winter? I'm afraid that by then, you will have already married Ji Yunyuan."
After washing away her fine hair, she followed Wang Xuan with her hair disheveled and walked towards Sima Shao's tent.
At this point, he turned the horse's head quickly and shouted, "My sons, follow me back to Jicheng!"
"Without his permission, who would dare to lead the Jin army to help me, Ji Yunyuan?"
Sima Shao was cooking something with his back to her.
When they arrived at the camp of the Jin army, a soldier led the way, "My lady, Your Majesty has been waiting for you in the tent for a long time. Come in quickly."
"Sima Shao? Sima Shao and you have already turned against each other. How could he come?"
After saying this, Ji Yunyuan no longer felt as angry as before.
The two people on the city wall were leaning against each other, with their fingers intertwined.
He Mucheng raised his hands to cover his eyes and looked into the distance.
He Mucheng was surprised by Sima Shao's straightforwardness, and bowed his hands, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Seeing her silence, Sima Shao sneered, "After defeating King Zhao, he will be the new King Zhao. Even if he still submits to my Jin Dynasty, he cannot set foot in Jiankang at will without being summoned."
"Long live your Majesty!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, General Ji, don't worry. Think about it again. If you agree, you have half a chance of surviving. But if you refuse..."
The solemnity of death enveloped everyone in Luoyang City.
He raised his arm and hooked his palm, and the little girl picked up her wedding dress and trotted over.
But why did Sima Shao camp far away and stop moving forward?
Just when she was wondering, she saw a young soldier who was delivering a message coming on horseback. He walked to the city wall, bowed his hands to the little girl above, "Nanshi Ayan, Your Majesty invites you."
Murong Ke was sure of victory and was not in a hurry to challenge him. He just clicked his tongue twice and said provocatively, "Ji Yunyuan, the Jin Dynasty has a saying. Once a word is said, it will be true. In fact, I, Murong Xianbei, also believe in this saying."
How can we stabilize the political power if all our energy is spent on war?
Huh? Sima Shao wants to see her? Just her?
Seeing the confusion on her face, the young soldier explained, "Girl, His Majesty said that he only sees girls. If General Ji is worried, he can ask Mr. Wang Xuan to accompany him."
He Mucheng and Wang Xuan looked at each other, and with his comfort, he slowly opened the curtain and walked into the tent.
He Mucheng came closer and smelled a sweet fruity aroma. She tilted her head and saw a pot of fruit tea warming on the table not far away.
Ji Yunyuan frowned, "Could it be Sima Shao?"
Everyone finally felt relieved.
He Mucheng seemed to have seen some clues. She raised her head, looked at Ji Yunyuan, and asked in a low voice, "Jin Army? Who could it be?"
She muttered without saying the second half of the sentence, "As long as you don't force me to be your concubine anymore."
"Let's go, let's go. Your Majesty is here to save us. Your Majesty's people are here to save us!"
"Nan's Ayan, she is my Ji Yunyuan's concubine!"
"Even if I marry him, I can still have tea with His Majesty..."
He Mucheng didn't hesitate, just like he did when they were in the cave, the two of them sat on the ground near the case.
"Nan's Ayan, please drink tea with me again."
There was a lot of discussion around, but Ji Yunyuan still didn't dare to be careless until the sky turned white and the dark Jin army came from the direction of Yuzhou not far away.
Sima Shao's expression calmed down, "No, Nan's Ayan, I'm telling you clearly, Ji Yunyuan and I will never interfere with each other in the future. If you insist on marrying him, don't go back to Jiankang again. You can
Do you understand?"
None of them abandoned their girls.
Even through the mask, He Mucheng could see the regret in his eyes.
He Mucheng grinned and nodded heavily.
Sima Shao stretched out his arm and made a "please" gesture.
The crisis is over, and this wedding dress is indeed of no use anymore.
Murong Ke's voice dropped!
"There are Jin troops coming from Yuzhou? How is that possible?"
Behind him, Ah Ying, Sou, and the maid of the Nan family who had been with He Musheng through life and death, all looked at their girl with red eyes and pursed lips.
Having said this, he raised his finger and pointed at the little girl beside Ji Yunyuan, "If you can give this girl to me, I, Murong Ke, promise that I will fight with you single-handedly without moving a single soldier!"
Wang Xuan's white clothes were floating in the corner of the dark night. He folded his arms and leaned against the stone pillar, his black hair swaying in the wind.
Is it still like this after all?
Ji Yunyuan, is there no fate between him and the Jin Dynasty?
Without the deterrence of the Jin Dynasty, Ji Yunyuan's foundation was unstable in the early days of becoming king, and he was easily coveted by the Hu forces of various factions.
"Murong Ke, there are some people that you can't covet," he raised his hand and drew out his long sword, his tone full of determination and pride, "Believe it or not, after I die, Nan's Ayan will definitely follow me.
Me, because she is my Yu Ji, she is my Ji Yunyuan’s Yu Ji...hahahaha..."
At this time, Wang Xuan finally took a step forward, and his gentle voice fell from the city wall, "Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I will definitely bring Ayan."
As soon as the light cavalry troops withdrew, the city of Luoyang remembered the noisy discussions:
"Xianbei is gone?"
At this point, the corners of Ji Yunyuan's eyes were already stained with tears, and the iron-blooded general's tears fell on the dilapidated city and onto the yellow sand on the ground.
Ji Yunyuan nodded, feeling more at ease. He reached out and rubbed the little girl's cheeks, and said softly, "Go and change some clothes."
This regret is as if sympathy is greater than respect.
Sima Shao picked up the teacup, pushed it in front of the little girl, and said seriously, "Nan's Ayan, you saved me twice at a critical moment of life and death. Today I will lead troops to assist you and Ji Yunyuan. The grudges between you and me will not matter.
It’s all written off.”
He Mucheng blinked and nodded slowly in agreement.
Sima Shao picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and said calmly, "Ji Yunyuan has become the King of Zhao, and he will face countless fights in the future. If he is imprisoned again in the future, neither you, nor him, nor me.
I will save you again."
Hearing this, He Mucheng finally shook his head, "No, Your Majesty, you want to save him. If you save him, you are saving the Jin family."
