Wang Xuan said nothing, just listened quietly, his brows furrowed with a hint of sadness.
Wang Yan stood up and bowed deeply to He Mucheng. He waved his hand to stop He Mucheng's dodge and said solemnly, "I misunderstood General Ji. He cares about Jin and is a true hero."
He Mucheng felt relieved. If Wang Yan's praise spread to Jianye in the future, it would only spread Ji Yunyuan's reputation even more widely.
She returned the gift and said emphatically, "I understand what Mr. Taiwei means, and I will try to save Mr. Lang."
After saying this, she picked up the bowl and chopsticks and smiled brightly at Wang Xuan, "Mr. Lang, wait for me."
Wang Xuanqing smiled slightly and watched her leave the room.
At night, the city was quiet, and Shi Sui and Shi Hu, who were imprisoned, were playing with the beauty in the room. He Mulayer walked into the courtyard, pouted into the room, and cursed in a low voice, "The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked!"
She took out the speaker she had exchanged from the system and exchanged it for a horror novel tape, then adjusted the loop mode and raised the volume to the maximum.
After doing this, she quickly moved away. Not long after, a weeping female voice came from the speaker, "I died so unjustly, I died so unjustly..."
The looping sound was particularly eerie in the quiet night. Not long after, a woman's scream was heard in the courtyard.
He Mucheng knew that the battery of the stereo would not last long, and she had to act as soon as possible, so while everyone was panicking, she bought another tranquilizer gun and quietly knocked down the guard at the door.
The noise was not small, but the female voice on the speaker made all the soldiers confused. They spread word of mouth that the courtyard of Lord Zhongshan and the Major General was haunted.
Soon, everyone's attention was diverted. He Mucheng quietly opened the door and waved to Wang Xuan.
The moonlight was full of light, reflecting Wang Xuan's slender fingers like cold jade. He tightened his grip slightly, turned around and knelt down to Wang Yan.
Wang Yan was sitting on the chair with a solemn expression.
It wasn't until he kowtowed, stood up, and strode to the door that he finally called back with a trembling voice, "Father, take care."
Wang Yan smiled with relief, nodded, and motioned for him to leave quickly. In this way, the two of them escaped from the defense and left Ningping smoothly.
He Mucheng suddenly understood that no matter how well prepared she was, the battle at Ningping could not be avoided. She could not stop Shi Le from killing Wang Yan, nor could she stop Wang Yan from escorting Sima Yue's coffin back to the East China Sea.
The only thing she could do was to save Wang Xuan.
The battle of Ningping has spread, the Jin army will arrive at Ningping soon, the royal army of the Langya Wang family should also be on the way, Wang Xuan is safe now.
In order to prevent the search, the two hid in the mountains near Ningping. Because they had a system, He Mucheng was not afraid of matters related to survival.
And Wang Xuan, who was beside her, seemed to be born with no need to eat. Even if he and she were lingering on the top of the mountain at this moment, Wang Xuan did not lose half of his graceful appearance.
Soon, a rope appeared in front of them.
This rope connects two hills, and only one person can pass in the middle. It is like a natural escape door. As long as there are pursuers chasing after them, they can escape by cutting off the rope after passing the top of the hill.
He Mucheng sat on the floor, exchanged a bottle of mineral water, and threw it to Wang Xuan.
Wang Xuan took it, played with it in his hands, but didn't know how to drink it.
He Mucheng demonstrated it, and after teaching him, he took a sip and said comfortingly, "My condolences."
Wang Xuan's face darkened, "Ayan, are you too sure?"
Yes, Shi Le only captured Wang Yan, and it is unclear whether he will kill him or not.
He Mucheng thought about the details in the book and said seriously, "Mr. Lang, you still remember that I said that I am good at divination."
Seeing that Wang Xuan was silent and his expression was still gloomy, she continued, "If I guess correctly, he will kill the Taiwei. Not only that, all the descendants of the Sima family who are accompanying him will die under his sword, and even
Sima Yue's coffin will also be burned to the ground by him."
Wang Xuan finally lost his composure. His five fingers had distinct joints and he held the bottle tightly, his eyes filled with scarlet tears.
"Mr. Lang, at least Mr. Taiwei will not be humiliated." She comforted her, her thoughts suddenly becoming distant and long.
After Wang Yan's death, he would be granted a posthumous title. Historically, the merits and demerits have been equal to each other. Generally speaking, there are still wise people, but what about Ji Yunyuan?
He was betrayed by the Jie tribe, plotted by Murong Ke, and even after his death, he was paraded and humiliated by the barbarians. He was even more infamous in history, but did he really deserve it?
At least so far, the Ji Yunyuan she has seen is not that evil, he is just a weakling!
Just when He Mucheng was quiet in his thoughts, Wang Xuan finally calmed down and asked lightly, "Ayan, did you save me because of me or because of General Ji?"
He Mucheng pulled her thoughts back in an instant. She knew that Wang Xuan saw clearly and it was not a wise move to talk about feelings with him, so she said bluntly, "Not only to repay the kindness that Lang Jun had when he was in Lucheng, but also to ask for help."
Mr. Lang will clear General Ji’s name.”
Wang Xuan stared at her quietly until rustling footsteps appeared all around.
"Shi Le is chasing you so quickly?" Wang Xuan couldn't believe it.
He Mucheng thought for a moment and his heart sank, "It's Murong Ke."
Having said this, she stood up in a hurry, exchanged some compressed bread and stuffed it into Wang Xuan's hand, and said hurriedly, "Mr. Lang, you cross the bridge first, and I will deal with the aftermath for you."
Wang Xuan suddenly held her wrist, his palm was hot, "Ayan, come with me."
He Mucheng shook his head, "It's too late. Leave quickly and I'll buy you some time. The Jin army is coming. Lang Jun remembers to bring troops to rescue me."
Wang Xuan still didn't let go.
He Mucheng's voice was a little colder, "If you don't leave, you will only be humiliated by Murong Ke if you stay. I should die or die without any help!"
Wang Xuan was finally moved. He smiled lightly and slowly said, "Ayan, this time, you are doing it because of me, just because of me."
He Mucheng was at a loss for a moment.
"Keep your life alive and wait for me." He released his restraint and took a step back. "No matter what happens to you, I will be responsible for you."
Wang Xuan's words were very cryptic, but He Mucheng could still hear what he meant.
It was obvious what would happen to her as a woman if she was caught by Murong Ke, but he said he would be responsible for her!
He Mucheng smiled slyly, "Don't worry, Mr. Lang, Murong Ke is no match for me!"
Wang Xuan's figure slowly disappeared at the end of the misty rope, and behind him, the man who was as charming as a ghost slowly appeared in the depths of the forest.
He reached out and took off the blue fang mask and smiled evilly, "Little fox, long time no see."
He Mucheng took out the anesthetic gun and bought time for Wang Xuan behind him, "General Murong, do you want to have a taste of this gun?"
Murong Ke whispered a few words to the people around him, who immediately turned around and left.
He Mucheng's heart tightened. Did he want to chase Wang Xuan? No, this rope was the only way to survive. If he really wanted to chase him, he would have to go around a long way!
Thinking of this, she felt a little relieved.
Seeing her solemn expression, Murong Ke raised his eyebrows and said, "Little fox, Wang Xuan abandoned you, but you are still thinking about him. I really pity you."
He Mucheng sneered, and she retreated to the rope. Seeing that the shaking gradually calmed down, she knew that Wang Xuan had crossed the bridge safely, so she did not hesitate, exchanged a sharp blade, and raised the knife in her hand!
The rope broke and he immediately fell into the deep valley, where no echo was heard for a long time.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Murong Ke said with regret on his face, "Little fox, your only chance of survival is gone, what should you do?"
