"Uncle, you didn't say you wanted to set fire to the capital."

On the rushing carriage, Zhou Wuxi took advantage of the chaos to lift the curtain and looked out the window.

The sky is about to dark, and the sky at the top of the Shangchun City is connected to the sunset. It is as red as the sea, and the golden crows sink into it. For a moment, it makes people unable to tell whether the sun sets to the west or falls to the upper spring.

Seeing the hundred-year-old capital turning into a sea of ​​fire, Zhou Wuxi couldn't help feeling regretful and a little distressed.

After all, as the king of Qi, the capital of Qi has been more than a hundred years. Now it is burned down, why isn’t it a pity?

Zhou Wu Xiben was still thinking that he would come back after he defeated Yang Guosi. Now that he would wait for this fire, there would be nothing left in Shangchun.

After hearing this, Zhao Chang, who was personally driving the carriage for Zhou Wu, let out a disdain in his heart, but replied respectfully, "Master, it's better to burn it with a fire than Yang Thief."

"That's true."

Thinking about it, Zhou Wuxi stopped talking and sat back into the car.

In the car, Jiang Zhen'er, who was quietly snuggling in Zhou Wu's arms, looked cold and sarcastic in her eyes.

This is their king...

The carriage ran out of the palace at lightning and headed straight to the west city gate, but was stopped by the soldiers guarding the city and refused to leave. Even if they revealed their identity, it was useless. Zhao Chang showed a fierce look on his face and was waiting for someone to break through, but he heard a clear voice coming from the street behind him.

"Where is the king going? Do you want to go to the battlefield and kill the enemy?"

The owner of the voice did not suppress the sound, and the end sounded inexplicably made people's hearts sink. Zhao Chang stood beside the car and immediately turned around to look. Zhou Wuxi in the car showed a little surprise on his face. He heard that the sound was Xiao Jiu. Just as he was about to go out, he heard the sound of weapons colliding beside the car, and Zhao Chang was also yelling incrediblely.

"Bold Xiao Jiu! How dare you fight against my general? Are you going to go against me?!"

Zhou Wu's move to get up paused and then shrank back. As the short fight between the two sides, he could clearly hear Xiao Jiu's calm and cold voice.

"General Zhao is not very clear-headed. Now there are rebels outside the city. You still want the king to leave the city. Wouldn't he be dying?"

"Beware of your misleading the king and making a big mistake, you should just stay quietly."

After saying that, even more intense fighting sounded, Zhou Wuxi was shocked and sweating unconsciously emerged from her face.

After a while, he heard that the outside of the carriage was quiet. Zhou Wuxi swallowed secretly and subconsciously understood that Zhao Chang was defeated, but he didn't know whether a person was dead or alive.

After all, he was the minister who took him out and his uncle. Zhou Wuxi took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to ask carefully, "Xiao Jiu, what's wrong with General Zhao?"

The voice seems stern and powerful, but it is not difficult to hear the undepressed tremolo in it.

Just strong outside and hard on the inside.

Xiao Jiu burst out laughing, and his gaze moved away from Zhao Chang who was being held in front of him, but the sword with a cold light in his hand was placed on the other party's neck without moving at all.

The latter had a pale face, sweating all over his body, and did not speak out, and did not dare to move. He was frightened by the unconcealed cold murderous intent in Xiao Jiu's eyes.

"No, King. Just let General Zhao take a break," Xiao Jiu smiled, calm and half-twisted in a slow tone, "After all, I'm tired after running for so long."

call……

Zhou Wuxi in the car breathed a sigh of relief. He realized that Zhao Chang was fine. He wanted to lift the curtain and look outside, but hesitated for a while and stopped moving again.

He licked his face, endured his guilt and guilt.

"Xiao Jiu... Shangchun is not a place to stay for a long time. I and my uncle are trying to escape from Shangchun and return to the old royal city and establish a new capital."

"You're here, so you can't find me. Let's go together."

"Move the capital?" Xiao Jiu murmured in confusion.

Zhou Wuxi heard that Xiao Jiu was not angry, and a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes, "Yes, the king can't hold on anymore. Of course, the most urgent task is to save his life! In this way, my great Qi country can continue."

With him here, Da Qi will not die.

Even if the country is occupied by Yang Guosi, what if he reorganizes his troops in the future and takes Shangchun back in a minute?

Unfortunately, his wishful thinking of running away failed.

Outside the car door, Xiao Jiu said coldly, "Shangchun City has fallen, and there are rebels outside the city. Where can the king go?"

Zhou Wuxi didn't hear the wrong thing in Xiao Jiu's tone and said directly, "With you and the soldiers under your uncle's leadership, you will definitely be able to protect me from the siege."

Oh……

When Xiao Jiu heard these shameless words, he could hardly help but sneer.

Why are you so big-faced?

Zhao Chang, who was holding Xiao Jiu's hand, looked up and saw the mockery on Xiao Jiu's face. When the other party looked at him, he quickly lowered his eyes as if he hadn't seen anything, and slowly noticed something in his heart.

"Please forgive me for not obeying me."

An extremely calm sentence came into Zhou Wuxi's ears, and his expression froze. It was the first time that he had been rejected so bluntly since he became this king. Shouldn't it be his order that everyone could only obey?

Why does Xiao Jiu dare to refuse?!

"you……"

Before he could say the word "bold" but he heard Xiao Jiu speak loudly outside the car door.

"The emperor guards the country's gates, and the crown prince dies! As the king, he should lead the soldiers of the whole city to fight against the rebels. How could he escape?"

Xiao Jiu held the sword in his hand, held the sword and bowed, asking for his order, "I would like to ask the king to return and stay in the palace. You are here, the city is there; if the city is not broken, I will never leave."

"you!"

Zhou Wuxi's face turned red and white, and she didn't care whether Xiao Jiu was threatening him or was disrespectful.

He only knew that if he didn't run away at this moment, and when the enemy reacted and blocked the city gate here, he would really never run away again.

Zhou Wuxi cursed, "Yang Guosi has attacked, and Shangchun is going to burn it out! I'll keep a big fuck!"

"Xiao Jiu! Don't think I dare not kill you!"

Even the swear words came out, which shows that Zhou Wuxi was really anxious.

What's ridiculous is that the rebels entered the city and the fire in the city were caused by them. Now, as the culprits, they not only feel guilty, but also only want to escape.

Kill Xiao Jiu?

What to kill?

Xiao Jiu glanced at Zhao Chang's soldiers with contempt. A group of people were as panicked as chickens, surrounded by people who were several times less than them but dared not resist.

Of course, Xiao Jiu believed that Zhou Wuxihui really killed him, but at this moment, what ability does the other party have to kill him?

Xiao Jiu said nothing, and the outside of the car was quiet.

"Xiao Jiu?"

No one answered outside the car. After Zhou Wuxi was angry, he became unconsciously nervous and became more nervous and uneasy. Zhao Chang secretly glanced at the young man standing next to the car and quietly said nothing. He was shocked and there was more fear in his heart than Zhou Wuxi.

He believed that Xiao Jiu really dared to rebel...

Cold sweat fell from his forehead, and the two depressing breaths passed. Zhou Wuxi in the car finally felt scared, afraid that Xiao Jiu would attack him and kill him, the King of Qi. After all, Shangchun now has no stronger army than Xiao Jiu's hands.

Finally, the main owner spoke.

"One day, I will protect the King of Kings from peace."

"I send the king back to the palace."

The stalemate atmosphere was broken, and Zhou Wuxi's heart that was beating straight and finally put it back into her stomach. She slowly exhaled, raised her hand and wiped her forehead, and then she realized that she was covered in cold sweat.

"Okay... OK, I will return to the palace, I will return to the palace."

Zhou Wuxi was frightened and did not dare to argue with Xiao Jiu anymore.

The rebels had already rushed into the city, and it was unrealistic to drive them out. Xiao Jiu simply ordered people to lead troops back to the palace, using the palace as the base to fight against Yang Guosi.

After running out for a while, I came back again, and no one noticed that Jiang Zhen'er had a hairpin missing.

Yang Guosi led the army into the city and surrounded the palace. Xiao Jiu and Gongsun Sheng led their troops to fight against the enemy.

In the queen's bedroom, Zhou Wu was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, but now he couldn't run away, and he couldn't escape, so he could only curse in a hurry.

"It's all Xiao Jiu's fault! Otherwise, why would I end up in this place!"

"It's just that I'm moving the capital. Where can I not be able to settle down? I have to guard this broken city! I'm not stubborn! I'm not stubborn!"

"What a slutty warrior!"

Zhou Wu was so angry that he was about to cry. He kept walking around the room, his fat body sweating like a pulp.

Jiang Zhen'er was wearing white clothes and plain clothes, standing next to the pillar in a pillar, quietly watching the furious king's demeanor, a little boredom flashed in her eyes. She hugged the white cat lazily lying under the table, moved her lotus steps lightly, and sat on the cushion beside her.

Zhou Wuxi cursed for a while before she felt that her ears were too quiet, and she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. She looked at the woman sitting peacefully beside her.

He frowned, sighed and leaned over, "Ai Ji, you said you are in trouble now, but what should you do?"

Perhaps Jiang Zhen'er's reaction was too calm. Zhou Wuxi subconsciously wanted to seek resonance from others. It would be best if she could hold her and cry. She couldn't let him be frightened and scared alone. She didn't even have someone to discuss the topic together, which made Zhou Wuxi helplessly say that sentence.

Jiang Zhen'er smelled the heavy smell of sweat coming to her face, and suddenly felt disgust and almost vomited. She wanted to kick the man beside her away and lower her head to hold back.

She showed no sign of her face, but she still looked peaceful, her eyes slightly raised, and she said calmly.

"Now there are rebels outside the palace, and people cannot grow wings and fly out. Since that's the case, we can only wait for the fruition."

Zhou Wuxi choked after hearing this. In the past, he loved to listen to any words that were Jiang Zhen'er, but today's words made him feel that it was not very pleasant to listen to.

After sitting down for a while, Zhou Wuxi couldn't stay anymore and ran to the outside room to worry alone.

Jiang Zhen'er also changed her seat, far away from the place where Zhou Wuxi sat, the room was empty, and she could no longer hide the disgust on her face.
Chapter completed!