When Shi Chen came back, the generals ran out in a hurry.
Nie Jia laughed, and retreated Xuan Jiaxu beside him to wave to Shi Chen.
Shi Chen raised his fist at the embarrassed backs of the generals before he lowered the door curtain, returned to Nie Jia with food and fed him a delicious meal.
The two were chatting, and after eating, Nie Jia's physical strength had almost recovered, so Shi Chen took him out of bed and took a walk in the barracks. The two of them had countless things to say, and they didn't let anyone follow them. They just held hands and chatted. All they met along the way were pious and adoring eyes of soldiers.
"The power of faith is very strong. Zhao Wushang lost this battle." Shi Chen stroked Nie Jia's fingertips, and took Nie Jia for a walk by the cool Qilin River to digest food.
"Qi Jinyu is still in my hands, so of course he can't win." Nie Jia smiled, looked up at Shi Chen's profile, and said softly, "You seem to be different from when you were a child."
Shi Chen leaned against a big rock by the river, pulled Nie Jia into his arms, and put his chin on his shoulder, like a big dog that hasn't eaten enough, "You are also different from when you were a child."
Nie Jia pursed her lips with some guilt, lay on his shoulder and said nothing, only felt Shi Chen gently hugging his back, and a deep voice rang in his ears, "My big baby will finally bite!" gone."
As he said that, he threw his big hands on the back of Nie Jia's head twice, as if he was pleased with his old father.
Nie Jia finally smiled comfortably, turned his head and kissed Shi Chen's face, and said softly, "I love you."
Shi Chen looked at him, "Not enough, just say a few more words."
Nie Jia lay on his shoulder and babbled for half the night.
When the relationship between the two by the Qilin River was strong, Jun Zhangyue was sent back to Triumph City and put under custody. After all, the king didn't order to kill him. He was served with delicious food and drink, but he couldn't step out of the room.
He is very anxious, now that the people have lost the support of the people, he is not worried about himself, what he is worried about is Sikong Han who is far away in Zhuolu. Who would have thought that his brother's blood would have such an effect, pulling people out of hell. Now Triumph City and the Northwest Army regard him as a real dragon descending to earth, the name Sikong Han has long been forgotten, but Sikong Han has no way of knowing all this.
What should I do…
Jun Zhangyue stayed up all night, so anxious that his throat was on fire. At this time, there was no one available around him, so in the afternoon he tricked a servant of the Northwest Palace to find a carrier pigeon, described the situation in a few words, and the carrier pigeon was released carrying all his hopes.
But before the pure white carrier pigeon could fly over the Northwest Palace, it was shot through the heart by a pitch-black sleeve arrow, and fell straight in front of Jun Changyue.
Xuanjia Laojiu withdrew his arm, and put his sleeve down expressionlessly to cover the delicate mechanism on his wrist.
Ji Jiarong walked over to pick up the dead pigeon, and looked at it with sparks in her eyes.
Jun Zhangyue's face was pale, and he took a step back abruptly and closed the door. Ji Jiarong couldn't be blocked by a mere door, and General Guide kicked it open when he stepped up, causing Jun Zhangyue to cry out in fright, his liver and gallbladder split.
"I really don't understand, you are a majestic and quiet king, the king has always loved you very much, why do you have to do such heartless things, collude with rebels, seek to usurp the throne, is the king not good enough for you?" Ji Jiarong was angry. Vigorously threw the dead pigeon at Jun Changyue's feet.
Jun Zhangyue was stunned, and the queen hid away without saying a word.
"If it wasn't for the king and he didn't plan to deal with you, I would have killed you!" Ji Jiarong said angrily.
"He only saved 800 people..." Jun Zhangyue said unwillingly, "But do you know how many people he killed?"
"Those who plot treason and commit crimes deserve death." Ji Jiarong took a step forward. She was obviously a beautiful woman, but Jun Zhangyue was shocked by her aura of tiger and wolf, "You are not qualified to judge the king. You grew up safely under the wings of the king. When you were young, the king even crippled his legs for you. Even if the king is the most vicious and evil person in the world, you have no right to blame one or two. A white-eyed wolf like you will definitely be skinned in Triumph City cramp!"
Jun Zhangyue looked at the dead pigeons on the ground without saying a word. Ji Jiarong ordered the servant who was looking for pigeons for him to be executed. The princess hadn't returned for a long time, and when he came back, he became angry. He was so scared that Ji Zhengyu, the king of the Northwest, didn't dare to ask her. Are you still used to life in the military
In the evening, Jun Changyue's letter to Sikong Han was delivered to Nie Jia.
Nie Jia stretched out two fingers, glanced at it and burned it with a candlestick.
"Is Your Majesty reluctant to part with King Jing?" Ji Jiarong couldn't help asking, she really didn't know why His Majesty still kept that white-eyed wolf.
"When a person dies, there is nothing left." Nie Jia said flatly.
Ji Jiarong didn't understand very well, but she was tactful and didn't say a word.
Shi Chen went to the iron cavalry to inspect for Nie Jia, and he was not in the king's tent at this time, so General Yun Hui boldly said: "Your Majesty, I have some doubts and don't know what to say."
"If you think it's inappropriate to speak about it, then don't speak about it," Nie Jia said.
General Yunhui pouted his neck and said: "Then I must speak. On the day the king was in a coma, the officials were worried about the king's dragon body but were blocked by the time commander. Even the military doctors were not allowed to enter. I feel that , Did the king delegate too much power to Commander Shi? If Commander Shi becomes the second Sikong Han one day, if he wants to do something to the King, I am afraid that the officials will not know."
After Nie Jia heard it, the smile on her lips was not sober, but full of unconcealable sweetness.
"Worry about it, he won't turn against you if you rebel, go out, Shi Chen will be back soon, be careful he beats you." Nie Jia said.
General Yunhui wanted to say something more, but when he heard the latter sentence, he stood up and ran away.
Ji Jiarong couldn't help laughing and said, "Resign, my minister."
When I went out, I happened to meet a slender figure walking under the night, with a majestic threat like the scorching sun, if I were an enemy, my head would fall to the ground in the blink of an eye.
Ji Jiarong moved aside, Shi Chen didn't notice her at all, his wife was full of heart and lungs, and she rushed into the king's tent with a bag of wild fruits in her hand, shouting happily: "Jiajia, I found her in the woods." This, do you think it is poisonous?"
Then the king's low voice came: "Didn't you go to inspect?"
"I missed you halfway, so I came back."
Ji Jiarong smiled and shook her head, followed in the footsteps of General Yun Hui.
At this time, Zhao Wushang led his troops to Lutai, and the war was imminent.
It didn't take long for the news of the fall of Zhuolu City to come from Qing Yaoguan. The former left vanguard Du Yuxian and Qing Guogong colluded and conspired to take Zhuolu City by taking advantage of the king's personal conquest. At this time, the generals realized that the food and grass were about to run out, and the food and grass of the army had been cut off for a long time.
When the news spread throughout the barracks, the army was vaguely panicked, but more angry.
Nie Jia personally boarded the beacon tower to give a lecture, standing under the flying king's banner, and his cold voice spread throughout the army: "The food and grass are exhausted. If you can't take the deer tower, you will die. Put aside any beliefs in your hearts. Now I just Draw your swords and fight for me!"
It seems that he is not the king of Yan at this time, but the founder of the commanding army.
The whole army watched their faith, and the roar shook the triumphant city.
Zhao Wushang finally couldn't hold back his troops approaching the city and shouting for battle, looking from a distance, they were all covered with black heads.
Nie Jia escorted Qi Jinyu, who had been imprisoned for several days and already had a mental breakdown, to the front of the battle, and arrogantly called out, "Where is Zhao Wushang? Come and fetch your master home!"
Speaking of riding on the horse, he kicked Qi Jinyu on the back shoulder, and Qi Jinyu nearly fell down and staggered several steps forward.
Nie Jia said, "Get lost."
Qi Jinyu was not tied up, he turned his head and glanced at the tyrant of Yan Kingdom in horror, his breath became short of breath in fear, then he turned his head and walked towards the opposite Qi army step by step. He walked stiffly, and saw a black shadow on the opposite side galloping forward for a short distance. He knew that it was General Zhao Wushang, but he was not surprised at all, only panic and bewildered in his heart.
Would the tyrant really let him go so easily
While thinking this way, Qi Jinyu had already walked for a while, and suddenly felt a pain in his calf. He looked down blankly, and saw that a black feather arrow was sticking into his foot, and a wound was cut on his calf, which was bleeding profusely. He turned his head at a loss, and saw the tyrant casually took a new arrow and put it on the string, aiming at himself with the bow full moon.
At this moment Qi Jinyu understood his intention, and his liver and gallbladder were broken, he screamed in panic, pulled his legs and ran towards Zhao Wushang.
When the first arrow was shot, Zhao Wushang was so angry that his eyes were about to tear apart, he just whipped his horse down and galloped to the Savior.
"The general is back! Don't be fooled!" The military adviser shouted anxiously, but Zhao Wushang had already rushed out like an arrow from the string.
The military master waved his hand and ordered his own soldiers to accompany him. He only hoped that the general would return to His Highness the Crown Prince in time.
Nie Jia frowned displeasedly when there were seventeen or eighteen people rushing across from him, "It's in the way." As soon as he let go, the arrow shot straight into Qi Jinyu's shoulder, bringing him down to the ground, not knowing whether he was going to die or not. .
"His Royal Highness!!" Zhao Wushang roared anxiously, galloping on the battlefield with his horse pumped bloody, calculating the distance bit by bit.
"I'll go and clean up the garbage for you." Shi Chen clamped his horse's belly, slowly drew out the Shura knife from his waist, and went up to him alone.
Qi Jinyu yelled in pain, the death he was chasing so hard finally made him completely come to his senses, with an arrow stuck in his shoulder, he ran towards Zhao Wushang regardless of the blood flowing profusely.
It was too far, Nie Jia shot an arrow in the air, threw away the bow and arrow in his hand and took a crossbow. He spread the crossbow shoulder and re-aimed at Qi Jinyu's figure.
He and Zhao Wushang are getting closer, no, Zhao Wushang is getting closer.
Zhao Wushang's horse exploded with unimaginable speed in a short period of time, and Nie Jia's arrow pierced through Zhao Wushang's heart when he was only one step away from Qi Jinyu.
Both of them were taken aback for a moment, Qi Jinyu spat out a mouthful of blood mist, looked down at the blood hole in his chest in a daze, and then fell back straight.
"Prince! Prince!!" Zhao Wushang jumped off his horse and galloped two steps to kneel beside Qi Jinyu to help him up, holding the bloody hole in his chest tremblingly.
"General... help, save me..." Qi Jinyu finished speaking every word, his throat twitched violently twice, then he stretched his legs, and died in the west.
"Prince? Prince!" Zhao Wushang roared, finally confirming the death of Qi Jinyu, the prince of Qi.
He glared at the tyrant of Yan Kingdom with bloodshot eyes, only to see that cruel and bloodthirsty black-robed young man with an evil smile on his lips, charging forward alone.
Zhao Wushang was so irritated that he didn't even notice that the corpses of the dozens of generals around him were all over the ground in an instant. Supporting his chin on the horse's head, he wiped the blood from the knife on his leg with one hand, and when the young tyrant arrived, he threw the clean Asura knife over and said with a chuckle, "Let's play."
"Jun Changsheng, the entire Yan Kingdom will pay the price for your actions!" Zhao Wushang respectfully laid Qi Jinyu's body flat, then stood up, his eyes full of bloody killing intent.
Nie Jia jumped off his horse and said with a smile, "I heard that you are the number one general of the Five Great Nations, draw your sword and let me see it."