At the junction of Jingguo and Annan, a city stands majestically.

There is a large open space in the south of the city. Annan's army has been stationed for more than ten days. Every day, the deputy general called for formation and beat drums for three rounds. Seeing that no one in the city responded, he put away the drums and practiced daily.

Military training is the same no matter where you train.

On this day, there was a burst of dust flying on the official road in the north of the city. In the dust, a man and a horse came galloping towards him.

The man on the horse, dressed in light yellow clothes, seemed to be projecting a ray of light.

After one person and one horse rushed to the city, the cavalry behind them poked their heads out of the flying dust.

Suddenly, the sound of iron hoofs shook the heaven and the earth, and the flags of the Meng family army fluttered in the early autumn breeze.

When the soldiers guarding the city saw the Meng family's military flag, they opened the city gate without saying a word.

The army entered the city and the people were at peace.

The man in yellow shirt is Feng Changle.

The first thing Feng Changle did when he entered the city was to climb the southern wall of the city and look at the Annan army in the distance.

Annan's army was not close, and the soldiers could only be vaguely seen practicing.

Feng Changle searched carefully in the crowd and did not see any familiar figure.

General Mo Qing carried the banner of the Meng family army and planted it on the top of the city. The red flag roared and unfolded in the wind.

On the opposite side, a figure rushed into a tent.

Soon, a red figure walked out of the tent.

Feng Changle looked at that little figure with a sore throat. Children who are not protected always have to bear everything at a young age. He couldn't see her expression, but his heart felt like needle pricks.

When the eldest brother came home and mentioned this matter, Feng Changle immediately asked to fight, just because: others will hurt her, but he will never.

Princess Yonghuan Qiangwei stood on the ground, looking up at the pale yellow figure on the high tower. Brother Changle liked to wear yellow. He said it was the color of the sunflower, which always faces the sun.

Are you still my sun?

Qiangwei couldn't face it, why was Brother Changle coming? How to fight this battle?

The two people just looked at each other from a distance, unable to see each other's faces clearly, but their hearts were in the same pain.

When the sun was about to turn overhead, Feng Changle pulled down the truce flag at the top of the city.

Qiangwei turned back to the camp lonely.

Feng Changle looked at the top of the city for a long time before walking down.

At the city gate, Shi Ningyu had been waiting for a long time.

"Take good care of her." Feng Changle's eyes were red.

"I will." Shi Ningyu nodded.

The city gate opened, and Shi Ningyu, one man and one horse, headed towards the Annan camp.

Feng Changle leaned against the closed city gate and finally shed a few tears.

On the second day, at dawn, Annan's troops were already approaching the city.

On top of the white horse, Qiangwei is dressed in red armor. The sixteen-year-old princess has an extremely powerful aura.

Feng Changle walked out of the city gate alone, still wearing the same yellow shirt as yesterday, without any armor.

"Feng Changle, you didn't keep your promise and promised not to hurt Ningyu." Qiangwei urged her horse forward to confront Feng Changle on the battlefield.

"It was my fifth brother who made the promise, not me." Feng Changle's face was cold, without any of the gentleness of the past. "Since she is atoneing for you, she will naturally be punished."

"You..." Qiangwei was speechless. After all, it was her own fault.

"Aren't you convinced? Then come and hit me." Feng Changle drew out the sword from his back.

"You don't remember the past feelings at all?" Qiangwei refused to believe, why was the once kind-hearted brother Changle so heartless now?

Qiangwei felt heartbroken when she thought of the hideous scars on Shi Ningyu's body. They were all the work of brother Changle.

"For love, little girl, you are too naive. Didn't your family teach you that men's words are deceiving?" Feng Changle smiled softly and looked up and down Qiangwei's body, "You have such an attractive figure even in armor.

, which man doesn’t want to try it.”

If before, Qiangwei still suspected that Brother Changle was acting against his will, but what he just said made Qiangwei completely despair.

The angry Qiangwei drew out a big knife and pointed it directly at Feng Changle's face.

Feng Changle quickly dodged.

Just as he dodged one knife, the next one struck him again, and it was fatal.

Feng Changle secretly complained in his heart, what kind of sword can a little girl learn at home? Is it not heavy?

Soon, the two men fought for dozens of rounds, and the war drums of both sides beat loudly.

Qiangwei's sword dance was so airtight that Feng Changle's moves were always stopped halfway by the sword, making it impossible to get close to Qiangwei's body.

Qiangwei's knife was about to hit Feng Changle, but it suddenly changed direction.

"Little girl, are you reluctant to let go of your brother?" Feng Changle shouted while hiding.

Qiangwei didn't say anything, and the knife in her hand chopped faster, harder, and harder.

"Your subordinate named Wen Mu is more ruthless than you. He wanted to kill me when we met him. However, he was already cut down by my sword." Feng Changle's sword moves also became faster.

Hearing that something happened to Wen Mu, Qiangwei's men slowed down and Feng Changle's sword stopped in front of him.

"Little girl, if you are willing to obey my brother, he will spare your life." Feng Changle smiled evilly.

Feng Changle spoke like an elder brother, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

Qiangwei swung her sword, and Feng Changle's sword was instantly cut into two pieces. The knife in her hand kept cutting Feng Changle's arm.

The knife was struck with great force, and the wound was very deep. It almost cut to the bone.

Feng Changle was stabbed in the arm. He grinned in pain, slapped his horse and ran away.

While running, he yelled desperately: "Little girl, wait for my brother. He will recover from his injuries and come back to fight with you."

Qiangwei's face turned red with anger and she wanted to chase her, but when she saw the blood dripping from the knife, she held back.

The coach was injured, and the war-free flag was hoisted on top of the city of Jingguo.

The doctor in the camp bandaged Feng Changle's wound. The wound was too deep and required stitches. Feng Changle refused to take the numbness and boil it away. He wanted to watch the doctor sew it up.

Even though the doctor was very skilled, Feng Changle still broke out in cold sweat from the pain. He gritted his teeth and remained silent.

He knew that what Meng Lang said just now pierced Qiangwei's heart and hurt ten times and a hundred times more than the stitches.

Qiangwei hates those dirty men who treat women like objects.

"Don't you know how to hide?" Zhuo Yunfan looked like he hated iron.

"The more serious the injury, the longer it will take."

"What if there is no medicine in the ten-mile peach forest?"

"You won't know until you go there."

After Qiangwei went to Wanhua Valley, Wanhua Valley sent a message to Feng Zhan and told him the whereabouts of the magic medicine.

The old master of Wanhua Valley refined four magic medicines in total. One was given to his close disciple Feng Zhan, one was given to Feng Niannian, one was given to General Meng Huitian, and one was given to General Meng Huitian, who was given to Lin Mufeng.

When Mo Qing talked about the medicine, his face was full of disbelief.

"Do you know? After that boy took the medicine, he fed his sword with blood every day. The sword was so nourished that it almost became a sperm."

"If it weren't for that sword, he wouldn't be ranked first on the killer list."

Now, there is another medicine, which was given to the God Zheyan of Shili Taolin by the old valley owner.

That was the first medicine refined by Master Lao Gu. It happened that when a disciple of God Zheyan was getting rid of a monster, he was seriously injured by the monster and his life was in danger.

The old valley owner then sent the medicine to the ten-mile peach forest.

However, I later heard that the disciple refused to take the medicine and died of love. The medicine must still be there.

There are different opinions, but the most common one is that the medicine was snatched by a monster and swallowed into its belly. Now, the only way to save Emperor Annan is to dig out the monster's golden elixir.

And that monster was sealed in the Red Flame Cave in Shili Peach Forest by the cooperation of Master Zheyan, Master Ziyin and Master Xie Yi.

"You, a mere mortal, can't even fill the gap between the teeth of that monster beast."

Feng Changle looked at the corner of the camp steadily: "As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I have to give it a try."

"I'd better prepare the coffin for you first." Zhuo Yunfan shook his head and sighed.
Chapter completed!