Jimo Ran picked up Anmuda's sword, thrust it out, and shouted: "I'll kill you!"
Then he stabbed with the long sword, but Ji Shanjing held it in one hand, and blood flowed from his fingers.
"My lord!" everyone shouted.
"Still not retreating!" Jimo Ran said to these bullying cavalry.
It didn't take Ji Shanjing a moment to notice a chill pouring from the palm of his hand into his throat. Soon, the chill turned into a tingling pain that spread throughout his body.
Jimo Ran said calmly, "This sword is poisoned, and you have been poisoned."
Seeing her cold face, Ji Shanjing felt sour in his heart and stepped forward to hold her hand, "Ranran, listen to me."
"You want me to listen to your sweet talk? Don't think about it, I tell you, this poison can only be cured by the people of Shiwei. I know that since you can chase me here, you should have found the main department of Shiwei. You are just waiting for the delay in taking action. When the time comes, you can continue your massacre, but you will pay the price for this killing!”
Ji Shanjing felt that Jimo Ran was not very good at being a Southern Wei person, and said to himself: "The princess is really not very enlightened. If I died in Shiwei, this action would not be slow in the slightest. It is Your Majesty who will destroy Shiwei." The imperial edict, do you think His Majesty doesn’t know that Shi Wei is ready to take action?”
After hearing this, Jimo Ran's mind suddenly flashed back to the iron thorn fence specially made by the Jimo family to fight against Shi Wei's cavalry. It turned out that at that time, His Majesty had already begun to prepare to deal with Shi Wei. In Ran Ran's ears, he seemed to hear An Muda scolding: " It was your people who killed my closest relatives.”
Anger and hatred reignited, Jimo Ran clenched his sword tightly, "Since it won't affect His Majesty's plan even if I kill you, then I will kill you to avenge Anmuda."
After hearing this, he became angry and resentful, and shouted: "Who is she? A wild girl on the grassland, is she worthy of your revenge?"
Jimo Ran's eyes were cold and full of hatred, like a wounded beast that was about to tear the hunter who hurt it into pieces. Ji Shanjing became a little scared when he stared at it.
"She is my friend, the friend who has always protected me. After leaving Liangzhu, she always protected me when I was in danger. She also vented my anger when I was bullied. She is a woman who cannot be more loyal. .”
"Loyalty? You are the princess of the Southern Wei Dynasty. Don't you think it's ridiculous to talk about loyalty to her?"
Jimo Ran was furious and sneered: "You have no friends. I finally know why. You will never understand why brother Liyou always beats you."
The two have been together for a long time, practicing martial arts together and playing together. The princess sometimes likes to be a little temperamental, and Ji Shanjing is also considerate and caring towards her. Therefore, sometimes the princess does not seem to be a superior princess. She is always submissive to him. , how had he ever seen her look so ferocious.
Before Jimo Ran had finished his attack, Ji Shanjing had already burst out and took out a few pieces of paper from his arms, "Friends? That's great. You said you are friends, so may I ask, Your Highness, what is this?"
Ji Shanjing held several drawings recording the location of the Shiwei tribe. The detailed locations of several mountain ranges in Haizi and Shiwei were accurately marked on the back of the drawings. Even the traps set by the Shiwei people were made one by one. It shows that it is a pity that this drawing has not yet reached the hands of the Southern Wei Emperor.
"How could you..." Ran Ran touched her sleeve pocket and found it was empty. She knew that he had found everything.
Ji Shanjing sneered, "How did I get the drawings you drew?"
Jimo Ran was hard-pressed to argue, and she had no reason to explain, because this was indeed her selfish intention. Since coming to Shiwei, she had been carefully observing the terrain here. The people of Shiwei were good at fighting and had always been a sharp blade for Donghu. , she originally wanted to crack the tip of this sharp blade and eliminate the threat of foreign races to the Southern Wei Dynasty.
"Is there any need to argue? You have betrayed your friends. For you, the Southern Wei Dynasty is more important. The loyalty of you friends is just a passing cloud. What does it mean?"
Jimo Ran was exposed by him and became angry. He quickly pulled out his sword and cut his hand deeper.
She still wanted to stab him with a sword, but her hands were shaking so much that the sudden sword could have dug a transparent hole in Ji Shanjing's body, but the tip of the sword was stuck to his clothes, but it could not produce any force. .
"You don't dare to kill me. If you really wanted to kill me, after seeing her body and seeing me here again, you should kill me immediately, but you didn't, so in your heart, her death is not Nothing, it just makes you a little sad, doesn’t it?”
At this moment, Jimo Ran didn't even know how to parry. She only heard a "clang" sound, and the sword in her hand suddenly shook and fell to the ground!
She collapsed on the ground and explained feebly, "That's not it, no... I never thought that things would turn out like this. I would never give these to Southern Wei. I would not..."
Ji Shanjing couldn't bear it after all, "Yes, you have always been a gentle girl, so naturally you can't do these things."
Jimo Ran seemed to have suddenly aged dozens of years: "But I felt betrayal. From the moment I drew these drawings, I had betrayed my friends. Even if I didn't take action, I also hurt them." .”
She covered her face tremblingly and cried loudly: "I am a despicable person. I treat my friends' sincerity casually. I am a bastard and should be quartered."
On the other hand, Wei Lang had disguised himself as a dancing girl and sneaked into the palace of Donghu. He cooperated with the twelve assassins who had lost Wei and started a fierce battle in the palace. Wei Lang's spell trapped the new king of Donghu. He captured him with his left palm and slashed with his right palm. , not only killed the Southern Wei Bing who was guarding King Donghu, but also captured King Donghu.
After all, the Donghu royal family was not as heavily guarded as the Southern Wei Dynasty, and when the new king came to the throne, there were many Donghu tribes. Except for the Southern Wei people, few of the warriors who came to protect the new king of Donghu really respected the new king. It can be said that, If His Majesty hadn't supported this puppet king, Donghu wouldn't have been able to become king even after a few years. On the surface, he was the only son of the royal family, but the nobles of Donghu knew in their hearts that the old king was extravagant and had damaged his roots for many years. This only son was nothing more than the king. He was his distant nephew, and he was not considered noble by blood. He was not as good as Shi Weimo and Duo's son.
The captured King Donghu said coldly: "How dare you dare to confront the Southern Wei people?"
It was too late, but soon, the Southern Wei people had surrounded the entire royal court.
Normally, with Wei Lang's internal strength, he would have been able to secure the situation by capturing King Donghu. But at that moment, Wei Lang suddenly felt his knees go numb and his whole body became soft. He couldn't help but lean forward and stand on his feet. unstable.
Looking down, he saw a silver needle stuck in his knee.
The people of the Southern Wei Dynasty only heard a scream from King Donghu. In their shock, they saw that a long arrow had been inserted into King Donghu's chest, killing him instantly.
Wei Lang was stunned for a moment. He originally just wanted to capture King Donghu first, control the Donghu royal family and wait for the master's next order, but now that King Donghu is dead, the Donghu dragons are leaderless.
What's even weirder is that he came to kill King Donghu, but King Donghu was killed by someone else's arrow, and he couldn't help but be surprised.
In an instant, the royal court was extremely quiet. The nobles of Donghu who were mixed with the Southern Wei army were waiting for the situation to change. They had stayed away from each other during the assassination. Now that King Donghu was dead, they had the tendency to step forward.
Under everyone's gaze, Yijige slowly walked up to Wei Lang.
"you lose."
This was what Wei Lang heard before he fainted. He tried hard to control his eyes, but in the end he couldn't hold on and fell down.
"The Imperial Court of Donghu listens to the decree!" He took out the imperial edict of the Southern Wei Dynasty.
None of the Donghu people knelt down. They looked at the clown with disdain, but wanted to see what tricks he could do.
After hearing that Shiwei's main army had been controlled by the Southern Wei army, the Donghu nobles took off their swords and knelt on the ground one by one.
There are not many people who don’t know the sword of the high priest Shi Wei. Compared with Mo Heduo who lost Wei, the high priest is more popular. If the Donghu royal family hadn’t forced the nobles to believe in the Shangjiu God of the Southern Wei Dynasty, most people would have known it. The people who followed Shiwei believed in Tengger.
Ji Shanjing arrived in Liangzhou half a month later.
Er Yiren was massacred. This time His Majesty the Southern Wei actually pushed Er Yiren to ascend the throne of Donghu, which really caused the Donghu royal family to lose face. However, the Southern Wei had already controlled Shiwei, and the most brave and warrior tribes had been trapped by the Southern Wei. The rest The tribe was just meat on the chopping block, and Shi Wei was the same leader. This time Shi Wei was trapped, and everyone knew that the power of the Southern Wei Dynasty could no longer be resisted by Dong Hu.
Ji Shanjing stood under the Donghu Court Hall and looked at the person on the throne.
"The prince has now become a bloody shame for the tribe. According to the agreement, half of Donghu's army will be replaced by the army of the Southern Wei. From now on, the place where the Southern Wei will conduct military exercises will be Jishan, a hundred miles away from Liangzhou. Doesn't the prince have any objection? ?”
"What I promise, I will naturally do it, but the loss of Wei must be in my hands."
"The shaman who lost Wei was killed until there was only one high priest left, and his martial arts was abolished. If you want to lose Wei, what's the use?" Ji Shanjing asked.
"Since you have pulled out Shiwei's sharp claws, and Shiwei's vitality has been severely damaged since then, it is impossible to invade Southern Wei again. It is useless for you to keep Shiwei, so why not return Shiwei to me? This king will disperse Shiwei’s main troops and dismantle Shiwei’s internal forces one by one, so that he will not be able to grow stronger again.”
"Since the prince wants it, then take it, but there is one person I want to take away."
"who?"
"Wei Lang who assassinated King Donghu."
"You want him?" Ijige's face turned cold.
"Yes, I promised the princess to save his life and bring him back to Southern Wei."
"My lord is joking, Wei Lang has been killed in the melee." Yijige's expression remained unchanged.
Ji Shanjing spread his hands and said, "It's best for this person to be dead. If he doesn't die, I will kill him soon. Do you understand?"
"There will be no more Wei Lang in the world, I promise you."
"Oh, what are you going to do with him?"
"No need to worry, my lord."
"The prince must be careful. He is not a person who will be manipulated at will. If you want to control him, you must use both soft and hard tactics."
"He has already fallen asleep. I will give him medicine to erase his memory and let him stay in the palace."
"He has magic. As long as he doesn't die, sooner or later the magic he learned in Shiwei will kill you. This is for you." Ji Shanjing threw him a piece of jade.
"This is?"
"The sacred object that has been soaked in the Dragon Guard Pond for more than three hundred days can suppress Taoism, witchcraft, and evil spirits in the world. With it, I believe he will no longer have any magic skills, but his martial arts is still there. I don't know. No matter how good your martial arts are, if he kills you, this jade stone can only trap his magic, but not his martial arts."
"Thank you very much."
"You helped me. The princess once said that a person should have a clear distinction between grudges and grudges. You are a small favor to me. I give this to you. You must ensure that Wei Lang will not appear in front of the princess again, otherwise I will kill him. "
"I understand."
"Also, show this to Wei Lang." He took out the drawing.
"what are these?"
"Tell me, Princess Tangshuo, Jimo Ran, drew the drawings and told the people of the Southern Wei Dynasty the location of Shi Wei's main department. If he could recognize Ran Ran's handwriting, he would hate her forever. Don't forget to tell him that among the high priests The girl died in the hands of Princess Tangshuo due to negligence."
"Sir, you are so cruel. You want to make Wei Lang hate her to the core."
"I don't actually care whether he believes it or not. I just want him to doubt it. As long as doubts grow, he will slowly believe that these are true. Time can catalyze hatred, especially the betrayal of people around him."
After thinking about it again and again, Yijige did not erase Wei Lang's memory after all. Perhaps hatred was enough to control his heart.
He showed him the drawing and told Wei Lang that it was Jimo Ran's tip-off that allowed them to cooperate inside and outside to trap Shi Wei. Wei Lang woke up at that time and tore the drawing apart, "You think you are looking for someone to imitate her handwriting? I will believe you. In my opinion, it was you who colluded with the Southern Wei people to put Shi Wei into this situation."
Ijige smiled and said, "I betrayed Shi Wei. This is undeniable, but why do you want to excuse Jimo Ran because she is a friend you trust?"
"She would never do such a thing, never."
"Then let me tell you one more thing, Anmuda is dead."
Wei Lang was extremely weak from the medicine he drank, but after hearing these words, he still rose up and grabbed his clothes, "What did you say!"
"It was Jimo Ran who killed her."
"That's nonsense! Do you think I will believe your nonsense?"
"You have to see her body to believe it? Her body had a knife stabbed across the shoulder blade in the back. If not a close relative, who could get so close to her and do something?"
"You are so eloquent, I won't believe you, Anmuda... Anmuda will not die, and Ran Ran will not kill her. No matter what, she will not hurt Anmuda."
"Do you want me to transport Anmuda's body to Liangzhou?"
"That's enough! Shut up! Shut up!" Wei Lang roared.
"You know in your heart that what I said is right, you just don't want to believe it. The entire Shiwei clan has been reduced to slaves and divided into dozens of small tribes. Mo Heduo and the high priest are all imprisoned. All of this , are irreversible, haven’t you realized that you have lost contact with Shi Wei for a long time?”
Wei Lang's face turned pale. He knew that this mission was difficult and dangerous, and was prepared to die, but he never thought that it was Shi Wei who was really in danger.
"What do you want to do?" Wei Lang panted heavily and asked slowly holding on to the table.
"No rush, I want you to meet someone first."
A few days later, Shiwei Moheduo was "invited" into the Donghu Palace. Seeing Moheduo kneeling to Yijige with his own eyes, Wei Lang had to accept the fact that Shiwei had been controlled by the Southern Wei Dynasty. He wanted to rush over. Asked about the current situation of Ijige Shiwei and wanted to know the situation of his master and Anmuda, he was still unwilling to believe that Anmuda was dead.
Several people held him down and took him back to the palace.
He came slowly at night.
Wei Lang squatted on the ground and looked at the weak Wei Lang, "I heard that you didn't eat anything today."
"What do you want?"
"You really don't know?" Ijige smiled.
"Anmuda doesn't really like me, you should know this."
"Know."
"Princess Tangshuo, I don't care at all whether she is sincere or fake. You can't remember me clearly, but I do care about it."
"When have I seen you?" Wei Lang really couldn't remember.
"About ten years ago, when you were still a child and I was not much older than you."
"so what?"
"It's a pity. You saved me back then. I was very grateful to you and wanted to repay you."
"Is this how you repay me?" Wei Lang thought of something.
At that time, he had followed his master to the tribe of Beihedu. When he saw children throwing stones at him, his face was bruised and bruised, so Wei Lang dispersed them and sent him to You Yi.
Doctor You was unwilling to treat the slave, so Wei Lang gave Doctor You a piece of gold and asked him to heal his injury.
If he hadn't reminded him, Wei Lang would never have remembered this old incident.
"I really want to repay you, but I would rather get you than repay you."
Wei Lang vomited, "It is rare for people like you to repay kindness with hatred."
"A stunning beauty like you is rare in the world."
"If you dare to touch me, I will kill you when I recover."
"I am now the king of Donghu, and I am no longer a slave in that tribe. And you, you are from Shiwei. All Shiwei people are slaves. You are also a slave. How dare you say anything to kill the prince?"
(End of chapter)