"Master Hou, why did you let him run away like this?"

Jian Mucheng glared at the beloved general beside him and said, "What else? Didn't you see the princess?"

The general murmured in his heart. He had long expected that the success rate of this move would be low. Everyone knew that the Marquis loved his sister. This night attack was probably just a case of playing hard to get, but in the heart of the young Dongyin King,

No one can guess what he is really thinking, and the only one who is connected to his soul is always remembered by other men. It is really a bit...

"General Dragon!"

"Here!" Wu Long quickly put away his random thoughts and looked at Jian Muchong respectfully.

"Where is Mo Qi now?"

"Back to Lord Marquis, the news during the day has come out of Nanyang!"

"Well, how many have come?"

"Two thousand!"

"Mo Qi fights bravely. I heard that five thousand can be worth a hundred thousand elite soldiers. These two thousand can be regarded as Nanyang's sincerity. I have ordered that as soon as Mo Qi enters the territory of Dongyin, he does not need to come to the capital and goes directly to Buzhou Mountain."

"yes!"

"Also, how is the situation in Suli recently?"

"Well...since the national mourning, I heard that King Qingyan has been staying at home, and he is extremely sad!"

"Send someone to help me keep an eye on his movements!"

"yes!"

In the night wind, Jian Mucheng's shirt was blown loudly. He faced the north and remained silent. Wulong looked at his slightly pale profile, and a trace of pity suddenly welled up in his heart. Their

The king is always lonely.

"Mist Dragon!"

"ah?"

"Some things in this world are very easy to change, such as the human heart, but some things cannot be changed in a lifetime, such as..."

"What is it? Master Hou?"

Jian Muchong sneered and said slowly: "It's still the human heart..."

"Well……"

"Come in!"

Feng Xie's arm was pulled hard, and Jian Yao stumbled into the tent. Compared to the cold night wind outside the tent, the warm air inside the tent made Jian Yao sneeze unaccustomedly.

"Feng Xie, did you freeze her?"

Jian Yao looked up and saw a woman lying on the bed on the left side of the tent. Her hair was half-undressed and her face was pale. Her body embedded in the fox fur made her look even more frail. She was looking at him with a smile. Jian Yao

With a chill in his heart, he realized that the woman was Ye Jiang, whom Feng Xie had gone to great lengths to send to his brother Mu Cheng and risked his life to rescue him from the palace.

Feng Xie glanced sideways at Jian Yao, said nothing, and walked straight to the table, picked up the teapot and drank a gulp of it. Then he walked to Ye Jiang's bed and raised his hand to touch her forehead, frowning displeasedly: "

Why hasn’t the fever gone away?”

Ye Jiang smiled lightly and took Feng Xie's hand. The moment the two looked at each other, Jian Yao was a little confused. Although he had long guessed about the relationship between Ye Jiang and Feng Xie, and later got confirmation from Feng Xie himself, when he saw it in person

Seeing this scene, Jian Yao was still overwhelmed by the overwhelming feeling of despair.

"Feng Xie?" Ye Jiang saw Jian Yao's strange expression clearly, and hurriedly nuzzled Feng Xie in her direction. Feng Xie turned to look at Jian Yao knowingly, his brows still deeply furrowed, and he stretched out his long arm and said

Sentence: "Come here!"

Jian Yao took a big step back with a pale face. His back was already close to the edge of the tent. Feng Xie was a little confused. Just when he was about to say something, he suddenly heard Ye Jiang say: "She is probably tired. Let her stay here first."

Take a rest!"

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Chapter completed!