Shi Chen's eyes trembled slightly, his breath was hot, and he hugged him tightly in his arms.
"With you, I have a soul." Nie Jia really loved him so much that she couldn't help showing her affection to him all the time. He held Shi Chen's fingers and rubbed the calluses on his joints, and the gentle voice rang in his ears, tantalizing.
Shi Chen wrapped his hand in the palm of his hand, pressed his lips against his ear and kissed lightly, and all his hot breath poured into his neck, "I never thought I could get you before."
In the past eighteen years, he grew up with the little monarch day by day, not because he didn't dare to have extravagant hopes, but because he never had any thoughts of presumptuousness. The endless love at this time all started when he looked at the Xuanwu Terrace when he just returned to Zhuolu City two months ago. This feeling came quickly and intensely, without warning, almost caught him off guard and didn't know how to deal with himself. Fortunately, his king seems to be just like him.
He is the one who really has a soul.
Nie Jiawo lingered with Shi Chen in his arms for a long time, exchanging affection, like two beasts in love with each other.
"What is this?" After the two of them chatted, Shi Chen's attention was pulled back by the cold steel wristband on his wrist that had already been warmed by his own body temperature.
He raised his wrist, and Nie Jia was startled: "Be careful!"
The mechanism was triggered by Shi Chen's inner strength, and a steel needle shot out instantly. Shi Chen reacted quickly and turned his head to avoid it, only to hear a clang, and the bronze mandarin flower incense burner on the Bogu rack behind him had been fired. wore. It is conceivable that if this person stood there, he would die unconsciously and instantly.
Nie Jia turned pale with fright, trembling while holding Shi Chen's hand while breathing.
"I'm fine." Shi Chen hurriedly comforted him, and then carefully looked at this delicate but inconspicuous little thing.
"This is for your self-defense, and the hidden weapons in it can be replenished repeatedly." Nie Jia explained to him: "Sikong Han was born again, and I hate you so much. Now that he knows the existence of Xuanjia, he will find ways to deal with you. And this." He jumped down to the ground, took out a very simple and light crossbow from the bookcase at the side, and held it in front of Shi Chen, spread the crossbow, and loaded a pitch-black arrow on the target just now. The smoker pulled the trigger.
The arrow fired, and the small incense burner was pierced by the arrow, but it remained motionless on the shelf, leaving only a hole. One can imagine how powerful the eruption of this small crossbow is, even if it is sixteen strength I'm afraid even the heavy bow of the sword can't compare with it!
Shi Chen was surprised for a moment, looking at the shining eyes of the little monarch, his heart was filled with tenderness, his king was trying his best to protect him.
"Don't worry about Sikong Han, even if there is no him, I will definitely protect myself for you." Shi Chen held on to his hand and looked at him affectionately and solemnly.
He naturally didn't pay attention to Sikong Han, but this didn't affect the deep love and worry between him and Nie Jia.
"So cute." Nie Jia pursed her lips and smiled, and jumped up to reward him with a kiss.
Shi Chen touched his head, and said with a smile: "This thing is very lethal, and it can be handed over to the Military Aircraft Department to build an armed army in batches, and then it can easily break through the Daqi front."
Nie Jia shook his head and said, "Yan has limited iron ore resources, and it is very difficult to replenish the swords, guns and arrows consumed by the front line every year. Besides, how many troops are under my command now? Armed Xuanjia and your cavalry are enough."
Shi Chen gritted his teeth and sneered, like a bloodthirsty beast: "If Yan doesn't have it, I'll go and grab it for you, and whoever has it will go and grab it."
Not only the country of Yan, but the whole world is barren and desolate. Why are there so many wars and turmoil in all countries? Isn’t it because they are fighting for various limited resources and dominating the world. They can only be fought or consumed by fighting. Whoever wins is the overlord.
In such a situation, a mere Sikong Han is no longer a serious matter.
Soon the new year is coming, the ice and snow melted, although the palace is still depressed, red silk paper-cuts are hung everywhere in the Chiyun Palace, the palace people are busy coming and going, it is very lively and festive, those who don’t know think that the king is getting married.
The New Year atmosphere in Chiyun Palace is strong, but the whole Zhuolu City is still frightened. People are so panic-stricken that every household dare not manage such a grand festival like New Year's Day. They just eat a sumptuous meal in a hurry, lifeless like a dead city.
In early spring, when the weather was getting warmer, Nie Jia took off his heavy robes. When the wind was still a little chilly, he was already running around in unlined clothes every day, not to mention the cold, because he had been following Shi Chen for several months. The reason for practicing martial arts is that the hair on the forehead is often wet with sweat throughout the day, and it is so hot that I don't even want to wear unlined clothes.
He has grown a lot taller again, but a season has passed, and at the same time, when standing together, Chen no longer needs to jump up, and can kiss his lips on tiptoe. His body is like pine and bamboo, tall and noble, if he stands in the sunlight with a sword in his hand, his arrogance from afar will be convincing at first glance, who would have thought that three months ago he was still so weak that he would collapse at any time appearance.
The Xuanjias are very relieved, if their commanders don't climb the dragon bed to bully the king at every turn, they dare not stop them, they will be even more relieved!
In the middle of spring, Shi Chen thought that Nie Jia would be upset if he stayed in the palace all the time, so he took him out hunting and playing, with Xuan Jia accompanying him.
Nie Jia had a great time playing, and shot a white tiger with an arrow. He pulled out the tiger's teeth, and rattled it again when he went back at night. When Shi Chen woke up the next morning, he noticed that there was a bunch of things on his neck. He took a closer look and found that it was a very precious red bead on the crown, surrounded by the white king on both sides.
Shi Chen was stunned for a long time, touching the red bead, he seemed to still be able to feel a little warmth from the little monarch's careful carving last night. With tenderness in his heart, he stroked Nie Jia's forehead hair and couldn't help but kissed him lightly between the brows. Nie Jia opened his eyes and looked at him sleepily, and with a bow of his head, he slipped into his arms and continued to sleep.
Seeing this scene, the other Xuan Jias were really sour, one by one was more aggrieved, why did the commander have beads and they didn't? Why does the commander have tiger teeth and they don't? If, if it weren't for the fact that they couldn't beat the commander, they would have dragged him out and beaten him up long ago. Fortunately, the Military Aircraft Department made the wristbands and crossbows and sent them to the palace. Nie Jia summoned Xuanjia to get them, thinking that the Xuanjias who finally got the gift from the king calmed down the anger.
Nie Jia spent almost the whole spring by Shi Chen's side, practicing saber riding and shooting, talking about love, and tinkering with small things in the study when he had nothing to do. Pushed it to Shi Chen.
He has no intention of governing the government, and besides, there is nothing worthy of his attention about the movements of the court in Yan Kingdom. In a small country lingering in the flames of war, any disturbances in the court are minor disturbances, which are not worth mentioning.
Spring just passed by, and at the end of spring, General Yunhui led the Northwest Army back to the city with a great victory. Hearing that His Royal Highness King Jing had also returned, the people of Zhuolu City cheered and rushed to the city gate to welcome them.
In half a year, the name of Jingwang Junchangyue has become a god-like existence in the hearts of the Northwest Army. On the battlefield, swords have no eyes, casualties are everywhere, and there is haze everywhere. He just fell, and his life was gone. It was His Royal Highness Jing who gave them hope. No matter how serious the injury was, as long as they were not killed on the spot and brought to His Royal Highness Jing in time, they had a 80% chance of surviving.
His Royal Highness King Jing is a benevolent doctor who has saved countless lives. He has been completely regarded as a patron saint by the Northwest Army.
Second only to King Jing is Du Yuxian, the left vanguard who has been so brave that even General Yunhui is willing to bow down recently. According to this momentum, it is only a matter of time before the Northwest Army supports King Jing or Du Yuxian as king. Especially when they entered the city, the Northwest Army looked at the rotten corpse of the god of war in their hearts hung on the city wall, and the hatred for the tyrant became even stronger in their hearts.
At this time, Sikong Han named Du Yuxian was riding on the horse, looking at the corpse on the city gate with red eyes, his five fingers holding the rein were about to be strangled!
"Qi Feng..." Sikong Han looked at the skeleton next to his corpse that had already been eaten by eagles, a thin layer of tears gradually welled up in his eyes.
He had known for a long time that the tyrant had killed his old friend, and now seeing it with his own eyes, he couldn't help feeling extremely sad and filled with hatred! What did Qi Feng do wrong? Just helping him to intercede for a burial would bring disaster upon him, and after death, he would not live in peace and want to be humiliated by hanging on the city wall like himself! He didn't even think about the great contributions he made for the country of Yan. With such a tyrant, the country of Yan would perish!
Jun Zhangyue seemed to have sensed the strong hatred in his heart, and couldn't help but hold his hand, looked at him firmly and said, "When you return to the city this time, don't act impulsively. There are many hidden guards around him, you I am not an opponent, we have already suffered a loss, we must be cautious."
"I understand." Sikong Han cast a gentle look at him.
"I will help you, even if it's not for you, but for the survival of the people and the country of Yan, I won't show any kindness to him." Jun Zhangyue whispered, holding Sikong Han's hand hard, feeling his body His body temperature and vitality, so that he will not feel uneasy because of the corpses on the city wall.
He is not dead, he is still alive. Jun Zhangyue was very moved, especially looking at the lover beside him under the dry bones of the city wall, the excitement and joy could not be calmed down for a long time.
The Northwest Army won a great victory, and the people still lined the road to welcome them like last time, but they were not as silent as last time, but kept cheering. There was even a girl upstairs boldly throwing a sachet at the army, hitting a soldier's armor, in exchange for a simple, honest and shy smile. It's not like the iron cavalry returning from Nanyi, each one is more numb and cold-blooded, which makes people afraid when they look at it.
Nie Jia knew that Sikong Han was back, so he ignored it, and waited for General Yunhui and Jun Changyue to lead the people into the palace to ask for credit.