Chapter 21 Want her to be a scapegoat? Doesn't exist
Chapter 21 Want her to be a scapegoat? That doesn’t exist
"This is a dead end..."
"Is it true that we are going to die here? If I had known today, I would have continued to cross south..."
Everyone looked at Murong Ke's retreating army. They were greedy for life and fearful of death, so they began to beat their feet and chests.
Only the young men's eyes were scarlet, and they wished they could put on their battle clothes immediately and compete with the barbarians.
Among them was Wang Xuan, who was standing beside Wang Yan. He was holding the crenel with both hands, his fingers tightened, his joints clearly defined, and his usual distant expression full of gloom.
The frustrated wailing made King Lucheng suffer from a headache. He rubbed his forehead and roared, "Shut up, everyone! Come back to the palace with me to discuss countermeasures!"
He Mucheng raised her feet after seeing everyone walking down the tower. Her original solemn look returned to a bit of indifference when she met Wang Xuan's gaze.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
He Mucheng said in a low voice, "I'm tired."
Wang Xuan nodded, "Don't be afraid."
Ji Yunyuan paused. He turned around and saw He Mucheng looking at Wang Xuan. He frowned and ordered, "Ayan, move faster!"
"Here we come." He Mucheng trotted forward, and soon he was shoulder to shoulder with Ji Yunyuan.
"Don't worry, I will never send you out of Lucheng." He clenched his fists angrily and squeezed out these words through his teeth.
"Don't be angry, the angrier you are, the more others will think that you are really doing it for women as Murong Ke said." She winked playfully.
"I have selfish motives." After Ji Yunyuan said this, he quickened his pace.
He Mucheng looked at his panicked back and opened her mouth in astonishment. She complained softly, "Let me move faster. It doesn't matter how tall you are. With your speed, no one can catch up."
A few people got on their horses and arrived at the Lucheng Palace in a short time.
Everyone was sitting on their knees beside the table, all of them with sad expressions on their faces.
In the silence, someone tentatively spoke, "Since Murong Ke respects Nan's Ayan as an honored guest, he will never humiliate the girl."
As soon as these words came out, someone immediately echoed, "Yes, although Murong Ke is from the Hu tribe, he has always had a reputation as a virtuous man. The rumors that he treats virtuous corporals are true, and today he even praised Nan's Ayan in public..."
Ji Yunyuan's chest rose and fell more intensely as he listened to everyone's conversation. At the moment when he was about to explode, his iron fist was suddenly wrapped by a pair of catkins, suppressing the anger he was filled with.
He turned his head, and He Mucheng quickly shook his head without leaving any trace.
Seizing the gap, He Mucheng finally spoke, "With all your talk, do you want me to work for Murong Ke so that I can solve Lu City's urgent needs? If so, just say so."
"The people of Jin have been slaughtered too many by the barbarians, and now is the critical moment to preserve our strength." Nan Zhi stared at He Musheng sadly, his face full of longing, "Ayan, please open your eyes and take a look at these.
Sons of upright young men, before they have time to realize their ambitions, can you bear to let them die because of your own selfishness?"
After saying this, he knelt on the ground and bowed deeply to King Lucheng, "Nanyan is the daughter of my Nan family. Her father and brother are not around, so I, my uncle, am her elder. I can decide everything about her."
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The King of Lucheng looked happy and was about to agree when Ji Yunyuan spoke at the right time, "Ayan of the Nan family is also my disciple of Ji Yunyuan. She has saved the food and grass for me and continued the lifeline of the Ji family's soldiers!"
"General Ji, now he just wants her to become Murong Ke's retainer. As long as she nods, Lucheng will be fine. As for whether she really works for the Hu people, it doesn't depend on her."
Nan Zhi's words made He Mucheng call him a good guy!
He wanted her to seek refuge with Murong Ke to relieve the crisis in Lucheng, and he also wanted her to be loyal to Jin and not associate with the barbarians. Wasn't this clearly forcing her to commit suicide?
He Mucheng laughed angrily!
She retorted, "How will my uncle explain to the Nan family when he arrives in Jianye? Even if you don't care about face, how can you let the son here gain a foothold in Jianye?"
"You're so presumptuous!" Nan Zhi didn't even mention it in one breath, his face turned red from coughing.
"Uncle, you really think Murong Ke is interested in my talents?" He Musheng glanced around and his eyes fell on Nan Zhi again, "Murong Ke is embarrassing the people of Jin. He wants to see this son of aristocratic families all over the city.
, will you let a sister-in-law who is just as talented as hairpins be your scapegoat?"
"If you really push Nan's Ayan out, the morale of the Xianbei army will be greatly boosted." Wang Xuan then took over the words and said gently but firmly, "I will use the girl's life to keep the family safe. I, Langya Wang, are really
Disdainful."
As soon as he said these words, Wang Yan's usually aloof face finally showed a hint of appreciation.
Wang Yan chuckled and said, "My son is right. If you really want A Yan of the Nan clan to exchange your life, my Langya Wang clan's century-old reputation will be ruined."
Immediately afterwards, the young and energetic young men behind him also said angrily:
"What if we return to Jianye like this? Others asked, how did I escape from Lucheng? Do you want me to answer, did you sacrifice a woman to get it?"
"Everyone is destined to die. The worst that can happen is fighting a barbarian to the death. It is better to die in battle than to hide behind a woman and linger on!"
The young men were all on one side and did not want Nan Yan to leave the city, while the older men were silent.
The atmosphere fell into a deadlock for a while.
Ji Yunyuan saw that the King of Lucheng was still trying to trick the little girl next to him, so he stood up regardless and said, "I'm going to the North City Gate to see how the beggar army is doing. Ayan, come with me."
After saying this, he bowed hastily to King Lucheng and strode out of the palace gate.
When he returned to the carriage, his expression still did not improve. "Don't these literati who are greedy for life and afraid of death respect character the most? It's really shameful to act like this!"
He Mucheng smiled slightly and said, "Yes, if you want to be truly courageous, it must be General Ji!"
This compliment made Ji Yunyuan suddenly look up, "How long has it been and you still have the energy to make fun of me?"
"I speak from my heart," He Mucheng shrugged, "Literati like to be hypocritical. They play with power and engage in intrigues. How can they be as magnanimous as generals?"
Ji Yunyuan seemed to be pleased by her, and his expression slowly softened. He glanced at the little girl in front of him and asked tentatively, "Even Ayan can see the true nature, why do people in power still respect civil servants?"
"Because they have brains." He Mucheng pointed at his forehead with his index finger.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a voice outside the carriage.
It was the servant of the Langya Wang family. He looked around, and finally handed over a letter and said in a low voice, "My lady, this is what my husband ordered me to deliver."
He Mucheng took the letter, and the other party immediately stepped back and disappeared.
"When did you get so close to Wang Xuan?" Ji Yunyuan saw her opening the letter and read it carefully, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his questioning voice.
"Oh, no, I'm looking for him." He Mucheng responded casually, looking at everything.
Slowly, a smile appeared on her face. Ji Yunyuan frowned. Just as he was about to step forward to check, he saw that the little girl had already lit a fire and burned it.
Seeing that the light was blocked, He Mucheng raised his head and faced Ji Yunyuan's frowning eyebrows. Seeing that his movements were frozen in mid-air, he looked at the burned letter and asked loudly, "Do you want to read it?"
