After this battle, General Lu also knew how big the difference was between the Southern Wei and Donghu. Unless they won with numbers, it would be almost impossible for a mere 30,000 troops to capture Donghu.
Ji Li was worried and unwilling, always thinking that he could still fight to the death.
The storyteller looked at the snow that was about to melt and said, "It's about time."
"What time?" Ji Li was puzzled.
"withdraw troops."
Ji Li worriedly said, "Withdraw the troops? How did you know that the troops would be withdrawn?"
Not long after he finished speaking, General Lu came to inform Ji Liyou that his Majesty had ordered to return to the court and withdraw troops from Donghu.
"This time, Mr. got it right again. It's really boring."
The storyteller knocked on his head and said, "What's the use of your brain? The emperor knows that he can't attack for a long time, so if he continues to hold on, I'm afraid the rest of the people will be trapped here. Now Donghu has not yet asked If the Southern Wei becomes ruthless, the Southern Wei will have time to negotiate with Donghu. Do you think it would be better to go to war or negotiate?"
"Your Majesty, are you willing to talk to Dong Hu?"
"It was impossible before, but Wei Lang has now colluded with Beiqiu. Diaotii is far to the west and is constantly sending flint and weapons to Donghu. Do you think the emperor doesn't know this?"
"That's fine. It's the best outcome to stop fighting for the time being."
"Why don't you think about what conditions your brother Wei will offer to negotiate with the emperor?"
"Wei Lang... I really can't imagine what else he wants besides revenge."
The storyteller sighed, "I taught you all these years in vain."
"Isn't it because he wanted to take revenge that he has reached this point?"
"Fortunately, you were born in the Ji family. If you were born elsewhere, you might have been so stupid that you would have starved to death. Wei Lang's ambition is even greater than yours. He wants to—"
Ji Liyou took over and said, "He wants Dong Hu and Southern Wei to divide the world equally, so that Dong Hu and Shi Wei will no longer be retainers of Southern Wei."
"Exactly."
"But sir, it was the people of the Southern Wei Dynasty who wiped out more than half of Wei Wei's people. How could Wei Lang be willing to live in peace with the Southern Wei Dynasty?"
"It depends on whether he can bear it."
"What do you mean, sir?"
"The East Hu and Southern Wei have to fight a battle that cannot be avoided. But even if the East Hu army is becoming more powerful now, the hundreds of thousands of Southern Wei troops are not a vegetarian. It is not possible to win a battle with a small number every day. If the emperor wants to, he will You can pay a very high price to completely destroy Donghu, it depends on whether the emperor is willing to pay the price."
"In this way, His Majesty and Wei Lang have had some talks. One wants to revitalize Donghu, and the other wants to suppress Donghu without spending too much effort."
"So, don't think about dying for Southern Wei every day. It won't be your turn to die."
Ji Liyou blinked, "When did I want to die?"
"Sir, do you think Wei Lang didn't use magic to deal with me this time?"
The storyteller sneered, "Do you think he is soft-hearted? Or do you think he wants to use martial arts to defeat you openly?"
"Isn't it?"
"Idiot... I guess he is practicing his master's method of summoning Yin soldiers. He has lost a lot of spiritual power and will not be able to use the method in a short time. In fact, I don't think he can succeed. He must know that if he If he uses himself as a guide, like his master, he will die immediately, and the Donghu he fought so hard to capture will be given to the old nobles of Donghu who are secretly watching."
Although Ji Liyou was not punished by His Majesty when he returned to the Southern Wei Dynasty because General Lu shouldered the responsibility, the Ji family's face was not good.
The biggest happy event is probably that Jimo Ran is happy.
A few days before the Lantern Festival, the streets of Liangzhu in Southern Wei Dynasty began to be decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations.
Ji Liyou knew that there would be a banquet for the Jimo family on the day of the Jimo Ran Lantern Festival, and he would not have time to come out to meet each other, so he made an appointment before the Lantern Festival.
Ran Ran was waiting for him to meet him at Hua Xiu Tower. This was the first time they met after he returned to Beijing.
Ji Liyou only found out about her pregnancy after she asked someone to deliver the letter.
Considering Ji Shanjing's virtue, he would never tell Ji Liyou about this matter.
The dark clouds outside the building were low, and soon the setting sun gave the dark clouds a golden edge. Jimo Ran held her cheek and looked at the clouds outside the building, wondering what she was thinking about.
The maid was worried that something would happen if she stayed out for a long time, so she urged the princess to go back.
Jimo Ran was unhappy, "I haven't seen brother Liyou for a long time. I have many things to say to him, so please wait."
Just as he was talking, the waiter who was pouring water suddenly pulled out a long sword from under the tea tray and rushed towards Jimo Ran. The three maids had quick eyesight and quick hands. Two of them blocked the princess one after another. The remaining one stepped forward to meet the enemy. These three maids stepped forward to meet the enemy. The maids are all girls with strong martial arts skills in Duke Yang's palace, and they have been protecting the princess since childhood.
Within a moment of burning incense, Ji Liyou and the storyteller had arrived. Two of the three maids who were fighting were already injured. Jimo Ran looked at them with heartache.
It happened that Ji Shanjing arrived just behind Ji Liyou.
Seeing this, Ji Liyou and Ji Shanjing took out their swords from their scabbards and swooped forward. Their body movements were extremely fast, and they struck first and got ahead of the gangster, attacking from left and right.
The two gangsters were forced to turn around and use their palms to break the Ji family's attack. In an instant, the whole floor was filled with assassins.
The storyteller counted them briefly and said, "There are about twenty of them, can you deal with them? I guess it will take two sticks of incense before the government can arrive, maybe three sticks of incense."
He sat next to Jimo Ran, took a sip of tea on the table, and said, "Good tea. Princess, would you like a cup?"
More than twenty people looked at Ji Liyou and Ji Shanjing with bright eyes, like cocks in a fighting arena. This is the first time the two have collaborated.
Ji Shanjing was the first to stab them. In an instant, a cold light shot out, and the bright sword was forced into the face of one of the assassins!
Ji Shanjing's weapon is very handy and has no disadvantages. But these assassins came prepared, and the weapons they used were as sharp as iron, and they were decisive.
Zi Qing Yanyu was playing with the storyteller's hand, while Ji Liyou only used an ordinary long sword at this time.
The storyteller asked, "Do you want me to give you Zi Qing Yan Yu?"
Ji Liyou turned his head and said, "No need, protect yourself and Ran Ran."
Ji Shanjing and Ji Liyou were forced by these thieves for a moment and could not move. Suddenly, the tip of Ji Liyou's sword trembled slightly, cutting off the shoulder of one of them, and he broke out.
Following the tear he made, Ji Shanjing moved his shoulders slightly and waved his left palm. The assassin who was the leader was shocked by the force of his palm, his body was slightly tilted, and the tip of the sword landed at an angle.
Ji Shanjing and Ji Liyou looked at each other, crossed their swords, passed through the assassin's shoulders, and each stabbed one of his arms.
The storyteller still sat at the table as if nothing had happened.
Seeing this situation, the assassins did not dare to rush in suddenly. The assassin cursed: "You dare to block the way of my lost warrior, you are seeking death!"
Ji Shanjing raised his eyebrows, his eyes as bright as a torch and smiled coldly, "Is that thief Wei Lang still here?"
At this time, the two of them fought with the assassin for six or seven more moves. They saw these people advancing quickly with their swords raised. When they were about ten feet away from Jimo Ran, they suddenly shouted, turned over and fell down, screaming on the ground.
The storyteller put away the fan, the fan bones flashed, and the short nails on the assassin's body were retracted into the fan body.
"Dedicate yourself to the king, so don't be afraid of his hidden weapons!" an assassin shouted.
Each wielding their weapons in a circle, Ji Shanjing and Ji Liyou hurried to the Storyteller and Jimo Ran.
The person who had just shouted saw that the Ji brothers had lost their pace and were feeling very proud. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in the center of their eyebrows and they screamed. A few people's wrist joints suddenly seemed to be bitten by a poisonous snake. They felt painful, sore and numb, and their hands The weapon was not in control and fell to the ground. Ji Shanjing glanced at the silver needles on their bodies, turned to Ji Liyou and said, "Your master is really a master of concealed weapons!"
These words were full of ridicule, but Ji Liyou didn't take it seriously.
Everyone was frightened when they saw this hidden weapon, and they all retreated a few feet away!
Ji Shanjing grabbed one of them and slashed his shoulder with a sword, cutting off a piece of flesh. He subdued him, trapped him in front of several people, and told him to kneel down.
The rest of the people rushed up to fight.
During the fierce fight, Ji Liyou listened to the wind and used two swords to kill two people.
The storyteller observed his swordsmanship and saw that his swordsmanship was changeable. A dragon was flying around his head, flying like purple lightning in the sky. His sword moves were so fast that the people around him met him as if they were running into a copper wall and were unable to attack.
He nodded. Although he was a little injured after going to Donghu, he made progress after all.
Ji Liyou stepped back, tiptoed the ground, and with a movement as graceful as a thunderous dragon, he flew over the heads of everyone with a cry, and used another move to seal the throat with a sword.
There are no unnecessary movements in every move.
Ji Shanjing danced his sword into a silver rainbow, blocked it in front of Princess Tangshuo, and knocked down the darts sent by the enemy.
In less than a cup of tea, these assassins could only defend but had no counterattack. Ji Liyou and Ji Shanjing worked together to force them back step by step.
In the end, only two assassins escaped from them. If Ji Liyou hadn't stopped them, Ji Shanjing would have killed them all. When the two assassins who were captured alive saw their companions escaping, they committed suicide by taking poison.
Ji Shanjing said, "You have a Bodhisattva heart, but these thieves are really cunning. To prevent them from getting away is to let the tiger go back to the mountain. These lost people are like ferocious beasts, how can they be soft-hearted?"
He stared at Ji Liyou intently, and saw Ji Liyou looking at the blood on his sword and looking at the corpse on the ground. His face was haggard, but he had an awe-inspiring and inviolable dignity. He suddenly remembered that Ji Liyou had always been He doesn't like taking human lives. I don't know how he spent his days during the war in Donghu. He will never be so merciful on the battlefield.
Ji Liyou took off the clothes of a dead body and said, "They are not people who lost the throne."
"You're still trying to explain it to them!" Ji Shanjing was dissatisfied.
He explained, "The Shiwei people have tribal totems behind them, but he does not. If they said they were Donghu people just now, I would still believe it, but they call themselves Shiwei people, but they don't have the totems of the Shiwei tribe. It is really strange."
"How do you know so well?"
Ran Ran walked to the corpse and said, "Brother Liyou once wrestled with the Shiwei man on the grassland. Naturally, he has seen the totems behind them."
Ji Shanjing hurriedly covered her eyes, "Don't look at it, you'll have nightmares at night."
Ran Ran smiled bitterly, "Have I seen too many corpses in Shiwei? If it was really someone from Shiwei who came to kill me today, I would admit it."
Ji Shanjing had no choice but to say, "It's not your fault that you lost Wei and were slaughtered. It's not your turn to find the murderer."
The storyteller closed his fan and asked, "Then what are the origins of these people today?"
Ji Li said worriedly, "Don't you think it's strange that the officials haven't arrived yet?"
Ji Shanjing's heart suddenly felt like a thorn in his heart, "Your Highness, it's not safe here. It's better to return home as soon as possible."
Ran Ran shook her head, "Brother Shanjing, please go back first. I haven't seen brother Liyou for a long time, and I have something to say to him."
"If you have something to say, you can't say it in front of the Prince Consort?" The storyteller deliberately stirred up trouble.
Ji Shanjing disagreed, "I'll wait for you in the carriage outside. We'll go back to the princess's mansion in a while."
"good."
Ji Liyou rolled his eyes at the storyteller, "You are such a good person, why did you deliberately provoke him?"
"Do I have any?" He spread his hands and found another table to eat pastries.
Ji Liyou pointed at her belly, "How many months is this child...?"
"It's only been three months, so you're not very pregnant, right?"
Ji Li smiled sadly, "When the child is one month old, it seems that as an uncle, I will have to prepare a gold lock."
"Okay, brother Liyou, besides the children, I want to ask you today..."
"You want to ask me Wei Lang?"
Jimo Ran nodded, "Did he meet you on the battlefield?"
"Of course it's a battle."
"Then he..."
Ji Li was helpless, "He hurt you, why do you still remember him? Are you really as deeply in love with him as Ji Shanjing said?"
"Brother Shanjing said that?"
"Not long after marrying you, he came to ask me if you care about Wei Lang."
"I didn't. Of course I knew that I had married brother Shanjing and she was his wife. However, I was worried about Wei Lang." She sighed, "The night I got married, he came to see me... Brother Liyou, have you met Wei Lang?" Cry?"
Ji Liyou was shocked, "Never."
"When he was holding my wrist, I saw him cry... I have never seen Wei Lang cry. When I was with An Mu Da before, An Mu Da said that since she was a child, Wei Lang has never been in love with her. I cried in front of me.”
Ji Liyou also felt very sad, "So what? Now he and we are enemies, and we can never go back to the past."
Ran Ran remembered that that night, when she was gritting her teeth and resisting without making a sound, she saw his tears falling down. He forced her on her wedding night. It was obviously his fault, but when he cried, But she felt that he had been greatly wronged.
Ji Liyou suddenly laughed sadly and said: "You were born in the royal family and will be a Southern Wei person forever, but he was born in the grassland. In this life, he is also destined to be a Shi Wei person. If the Southern Wei Dynasty did not massacre Shi Wei, Shi Wei would not have thought If the Central Plains is flattened, nothing in the past will happen. It can only be said to be God's will, and neither you nor him can stop it."
When Jimo Ran heard this, he was deeply moved.
Ji Liyou whispered beside her: "You will be a mother from now on. Don't worry too much. Don't be willful like a child. Wei Lang's matter will be in the past."
Jimo Ran sighed and said: "I just... I... I..." His mood was extremely complicated and difficult to explain. Halfway through, he couldn't continue.
She had imagined what would happen to her if the Shiwei people slaughtered the Jimo royal family and killed everyone in Yang Guogong's family. Just thinking about it would make her so frightened that she could not sleep.
How did he spend those nights when his relatives were massacred? Anmuda died, he must be heartbroken.
"Ran Ran, you will be your princess in the Southern Wei Dynasty. The Donghu people will not be able to attack here, and the world will not be in chaos. You don't have to worry about Wei Lang taking revenge on the Jimo family."
Jimo Ran said, "I know brother Liyou will protect Southern Wei, but... but who will protect Wei Lang... He has nothing."
Ji Liyou smiled and said, "If you lose something, you will gain something. God is very fair. He is now the King of Donghu. He is proud on the battlefield and famous all over the world. You don't have to worry too much."
(End of chapter)