The masked man hugged Li Fei and ran at full speed. Li Fei put her hands around his neck, climbed up to his ears and asked, amidst the whistling wind coming from both sides, "Why are you running?"
"Why?" There was hidden anger in the masked man's voice.
"Why?" Li Fei chuckled: "Why were you so soft-hearted at first and now you want to run away?"
The masked man remained silent, but his speed increased by two points. When he rushed to Concubine Li's main account in the camp like an arrow, Shi Fuqiu and others reacted, and then they gathered around: "Empress? "
Concubine Li's voice changed to a soft one and she ordered: "Stay back."
Shi Fuqiu and the garrison commander looked at each other and dispersed again with angrily expressions on their faces.
"Did you deliberately arrange it for me to confront him tonight?" The masked man looked into her eyes, his eyes clear and clear.
Even if this was the case, he didn't want to believe... that she even plotted against him.
"No, I asked you to kill him." Li Fei didn't move her eyebrows, just looking at him indifferently.
"He's already going to die soon, so why bother?" The masked man turned around with his sleeves fluttering, his fists behind him trembling slightly.
"It was your kindness that allowed him to linger for all these years. If he hadn't defended the city this time, Jun'er would have proclaimed himself emperor long ago. Shouldn't I kill him?" Li Fei changed the topic and her tone suddenly became cold: "Now I can’t wait for him to die from the poison, and I eagerly want to see how moving his expression will be when he dies by your sword.”
The masked man froze and stepped outside the tent. When he lifted the curtain, Li Fei said quietly from behind him: "Even if you dare not say anything, he must have recognized you."
There was a "hiss" sound, and the curtain was pulled down by the masked man. The water and wind outside the tent suddenly rose and invaded the tent, causing Li Fei's green hair to fly and ripple slightly.
The candlelight swaying crazily in the wind cast a wave-like light that slowly flowed on her face.
The masked man looked at her beautiful face, and the light seemed to shine on his heart. The water-like floating made his heart throb and cramp...
At this time, standing on the mountain ridge next to the official road, Raven was very dissatisfied with Xiao Mubai's "forget it".
He came here just to clear up the grievances with Lingmen, but at this moment Xiao Mubai said, forget it
"It has to end, whether it's you or me." Xiao Mubai stabilized his mind before speaking slowly to Raven, who had been staring at him with a dissatisfied expression on his face, as if to listen to what he was saying.
In fact, it’s more like telling myself.
"The war on the border is urgent. Let's go." Xiao Mubai said and walked away.
When the raven heard this, he plundered along unwillingly.
The people of the world meant nothing to him, but these days when he saw Xia Chu vowing to defend the city to the death, he reluctantly helped him protect the people of Ming Dynasty.
Xia Chu was originally the last to set off, but he had already surpassed Xiao Mubai and General Zhao.
There was no delay on his journey, and he galloped towards the west.
It wasn't until he walked for two hours that he reined in his horse when he saw a farmhouse in the suburbs. After knocking on the door and going in, he wanted to feed Chiyi some concentrated feed, but the farmer's house didn't have any, so he gave some scraps of silver and bought some. Soybeans and corn make do.
Even some scraps of silver made the old couple at the farm very grateful and said they had given them too much.
Xia Chu smiled and asked them to help cook a bowl of diced pork. It would be fine without adding seasonings. The old couple then helped each other and entered the house.
After Xia Chu had almost finished feeding Chi Yi, the old woman brought out a bowl of cooked diced meat for him.
Xia Chu thanked her and asked her to go back first. After he finished using it, he put the bowl down and left. The old woman responded without disturbing him and returned to the room.
Xia Chu took out Dot with its exposed head from his arms, put it next to the bowl and let it eat. While watching it swallow the diced meat, he suddenly said: "Have you rested enough?"
Bit by bit was eating Zheng Huan, naturally without raising his head.
There was silence all around, except for the occasional snort of Blazing Wings.
"Do you think this moment looks like when we just left Beijing for Hanyang at the beginning of last year?" Xia Chu'er? ’ and then called out again: “Xiao Dingding.”
Bian Ding twitched the corner of his mouth when he fell: "Young Master Qingqing, it turned out that you were asking me if I have had enough rest?"
"That's not it. After resting for so many days, Blazing Wings rarely gallops wildly. It's very wanton." Xia Chu rolled his eyes at him, and then touched it a little: "It's been sleeping in my arms again, and it's still tired. Is it done?"
A vein jumped on Bian's forehead, and he looked at Blazing Wing's extremely bright fur color: "It's quite like last year. The only difference is that Blazing Wing's speed is too fast."
He said why Xia Chu stopped, it turned out to be to let him slow down.
He used Qing Kung at the back, which was fine for a short period of time, but it would inevitably be a bit difficult for a long time.
"Do you want to go to the city and buy a horse, or should you just practice Qing Gong?" Xia Chu spoke softly, with a smile. He even tilted his head when he spoke, showing a bit of innocence and sincerity.
Bian Ding suddenly felt that this expression was very familiar, and was secretly surprised.
"Then let's practice Qinggong." Before he could say anything, Xia Chu had already picked it up and slipped it away, put it in his arms again, got on his horse, and drove away with his whip.
…
Bian Ding gritted his teeth, stepped forward and ran after him.
He knew that every time Xia Chu was so frank and cute and pretended to ask, you had already lost your right to choose.
What could be more irritating than asking you what to choose after losing your right to choose
At this time, Xiao Zimu in Yongning Hall had not yet fallen asleep.
Tonight was supposed to be a relaxing time to relieve the pressure from all aspects of the past few days and have a good sleep, but he only felt that the big stone weighing on his heart became heavier.
It was originally a civil strife in the Xiao Kingdom. Regardless of whether he or Xiao Yanjun won the battle in the end.
This Xiao State was still Xiao State, but after listening to Huo Tianxiu's report in the study room, he learned that such a thing had happened in the Western Region.
He had not yet fully digested the news of the Gu's army's mutiny, but then he received letters from Xiao Mubai and General Zhao.
There is war on the border and the situation is urgent.
Old General Zhao only brought back the original 30,000 Zhao troops. Firstly, he was concerned about the safety of the capital, and secondly, he already had Han Yang's heavy troops.
The emperor is now in a coma, and Xiao Zimu controls the government. He is still immature, and he is afraid that he will worry about his disloyalty.
Therefore, all the 180,000 garrison troops brought back along the way were left behind, leaving Xiao Zimu to decide whether to fight against the Shi Jiajun or send them back.
After weighing the two sides, Xiao Zimu immediately ordered the garrison left behind in Ming Sa Yuan to break out of camp immediately to help General Zhao.
Now there is Huo Tianxiu in the capital, as well as the pretended army of 100,000 King Mo, which is more than enough to defend the Shi family's army. The southwest side is temporarily stable. This pretended army of King Mo can stay, but Ming Sa Yuan's group cannot.
What if General Zhao is double-teamed by the Mongolian Army and Shi Jiajun during his retreat, the consequences will be disastrous...
(End of chapter)