Shi Le sighed softly, "Dong'er is your fiancée. This sister-in-law is very stubborn. She will wait for you to come back no matter what. Now she is looking forward to being an old girl!"
"Your Majesty..." Dong Er stamped his feet angrily and looked at Ji Yunyuan timidly.
Ji Yunyuan stepped back in embarrassment, stopped again, and nodded with difficulty, "Yes, remember."
Remember? Just remember?
He Mucheng scolded this heartless man in his heart, rolling his eyes to the sky, thinking that it was a good thing that he had integrity and did not listen to the system's slander, otherwise Ji Yunyuan would not be the only one who would be embarrassed now.
Just as she was lost in thought, she saw Dong'er's beautiful eyes moving around and slowly fixating on her body.
When He Mucheng came to his senses, he saw that not only Dong'er, but also Shi Le was looking at her with interest.
She hurriedly bowed to Shi Le and said respectfully, "I have met King Zhao!"
"You are the retainer that Brother Min worked so hard to save? I thought you were quite old, but I never thought you were actually a young man!" She looked at Shi Le and smiled innocently.
Shi Le smiled heartily, "Since ancient times, heroes have been born young. If you choose the right disciple, you will be even more powerful!"
After saying this, He Mucheng seemed to see a touch of sadness on Shi Le's face.
She began to search her memory, recalling the descriptions in the book.
It was rumored that Shi Le had a close retainer named Zhang Bin. This man was very well-connected and loyal to Shi Le. He once invited him to visit him, but was never reused by Shi Le until Shi Le's defeat. He had no choice but to listen to Zhang Bin's advice.
Strategies can turn danger into safety.
After that, Zhang Bin hit the right mark nine times out of ten and became more and more favored.
Unfortunately, Zhang Bin died young. When he was buried, I heard Shi Le holding the coffin and crying bitterly, and blaming God for taking away his beloved minister.
He Mucheng thought that maybe because of thinking of Zhang Bin, Shi Le seemed to have a good first impression of her, so she had to make good use of this relationship.
After clearing his thoughts, He Mucheng bowed to Shi Le again, "Thank you, King Zhao, for confirming that I, He Mucheng, will serve General Ji until I die!"
King Zhao nodded in appreciation, and then patted Ji Yunyuan, "Why don't you go back to Zhao this time? How about marrying Dong'er first and starting a family? You are already a grown man."
Ji Yunyuan's brows never relaxed. He smiled bitterly and said, "Back to the king, my father is from Jin Dynasty. According to the rules of Jin Dynasty, Yunyuan must observe filial piety for three years. We will not consider getting married for now."
Shi Le's face suddenly darkened!
He Mucheng also broke into a cold sweat because of him. Ji Yunyuan was too straightforward this time!
Seeing this, Shi Hu immediately stepped forward to smooth things over, "Your Majesty, my adopted grandson has just lost his father. Now that both parents are gone, I can't help but feel worried. I have put aside the wedding matters in advance. The top priority is to bury my son."
Dong'er also nodded hastily.
Shi Le then softened his expression, waved his arm, the city gate opened, and the two armies entered the Xiangguo city gate in a mighty manner.
Shi Hu placed Ji Yunyuan in his father Ji Zhan's mansion, which was a remote area with a huge military base.
Ji Jiajun moved in smoothly and settled in quickly.
Mourning cloths began to be hung in the mansion, and people came to pay their respects in an endless stream. It was more than twice as popular as Lucheng.
It wasn't until late in the night that the crowd dispersed. Ji Yunyuan's face was full of fatigue, and he saw off the last person. He turned around and walked to the stone bench in the courtyard to sit down.
He Mucheng arranged for the three beauties and the servants, and when he opened the courtyard door, he saw Ji Yunyuan sitting motionless.
Zhao Duxiang's country is located in the north and is much colder than Lucheng, but his clothes are thin and his stern face has been turned blue by the cold, but he doesn't seem to feel anything.
He Mucheng turned around and entered the room, took out his cloak and put it on him, and said in a low voice, "Are you made of iron? You don't even feel cold?"
Ji Yunyuan came back to his senses and hurriedly held He Mucheng's hands, "Ayan, I hate this place."
He Mucheng wanted to withdraw her hands, but Ji Yunyuan's palms were too cold, so she had to relent and let him do whatever he wanted.
"Shi Le is old. He will pass the throne to Prince Shi Hong in less than a year. But Shi Hu's ambition can no longer be suppressed. He will take over power step by step. It will be a matter of time to replace King Zhao. What we have to do is to adapt.
God's will, once Shihu gains power, he must withdraw quickly."
Her analysis successfully allowed Ji Yunyuan to find the main plot, and he began to think, "Since it is God's will, why is Shi Hu so eager to let me be his adopted grandson?"
He Mucheng stretched out the catkins toward him, and Ji Yunyuan immediately fumbled and handed over the scar medicine.
A cold touch spread across his fingertips. He Mucheng gently applied the medicine to him and responded, "To take over power is to convince the public with military exploits. Shihu has lost a strong general like your father, so he naturally needs a replacement.
He knows that you are in the Cao camp and your heart is with the Han, so he will definitely let you attack the Jin people. Once you go, you will be like your father and there will be no turning back."
"But now that my entire Ji family army is in Xiangguo, how can I refuse his request?" Thinking of the current passive situation, Ji Yunyuan couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
He Mucheng looked left and right and saw no one around. He leaned over and whispered into Ji Yunyuan's ear, "Get in touch with Li Nong. From today on, we will start to pave the way for retreat. In addition, you will go all out to attack the Hu people.
I will find a way for you to refuse the attack on the Jin people."
The warm breath blew against his ears, with a gentle shiver. Ji Yunyuan turned his head slightly and saw the small and delicate ear holes of the little girl next to him. His breathing became rapid, and his breath sprayed on her temples, blowing her playful little ears.
hair.
This scene looked like they were having sex together, but Dong'er, who was standing at the gate of the courtyard, bumped into him!
Ji Yunyuan's lacquered eyes were stained with mist, and his big palm was still wrapped around her soft fingertips. He exerted a slight force, and He Mucheng was unstable due to the force, and fell straight into his arms.
After screaming, He Mucheng roared with a gloomy face, "Ji Yunyuan! Are you listening to me?"
"I heard." Ji Yunyuan nodded innocently, the tips of his ears turning red.
Just when the two were in a stalemate, a panicked question came from behind, "You... what are you doing?"
He Mucheng hurriedly broke away from Ji Yunyuan's restraint, turned around, and saw Dong'er striding towards him, twisting his waist.
"Brother Min, are you... are you really, as Shi Sui said, actually... like the Jin people?" Her beautiful eyes widened slightly, and she looked at He Mucheng, who was dressed in men's clothing, with a defensive expression.
"Dong'er, call me Ji Yunyuan from now on." Ji Yunyuan did not explain, but stood up calmly.
Dong'er's eyes immediately turned red, "Min...Brother Yunyuan, Dong'er has been waiting for you for so many years, how could you do it for a man..."
There was a lump in her throat and her whole body was shaking.
He Mucheng was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly pointed to the burns on Ji Yunyuan's face and explained, "Miss Dong'er, I was just applying medicine to the general. He was careless and didn't remind me, for fear that his appearance would be damaged."
When Dong'er heard this, she immediately stopped crying. She got closer, and with the help of the candlelight in the room, she finally saw Ji Yunyuan's scars that had not faded away.
"Brother Yunyuan, what's wrong with your face?" She reached out to touch him, but Ji Yunyuan turned his head to avoid it.
"Mu Sheng just gave me the medicine, don't touch it." His words coincided with He Musheng's explanation just now.
Dong'er finally breathed a sigh of relief. She wiped her tears and complained, "Why did you hurt your face? Who is so vicious?"
"It wasn't the injury on the battlefield. It was accidentally burned while saving Mu Sheng."
He Mucheng almost spat a mouthful of old blood on his face! At this juncture, did he need to be so sincere? Wasn't this clearly challenging Dong'er's bottom line?
