"...She will be reincarnated into a good family, and she will make herself worthy of you, Mr. Yan."
As Li Mieling spoke, his expression became erratic.
Yan Wulu slowly took Miss Li's relic from the opponent's hand. He looked at the almost crystal clear pebble in his hand absentmindedly.
He knew that this round stone must have been held and stroked by Miss Li for many years before it became so beautiful, flawless, smooth and crystal clear.
Li Mieling's words of explanation later made Yan Wulu startled after hearing the words...
Only now did he finally understand what Zhang Chunhua said that day - it turned out that he had really stolen a girl's heart unintentionally.
He felt a little ashamed of this...
Although this is not his fault.
…
Just talk for a while.
Li Mieling also looked at the pebble, his eyes shining brightly.
As if he suddenly made a decision, he said firmly——
"My future plan is to follow you, Master, and protect you."
"...You are a good person, one of the few truly good people to my sister and me. I think if I live long enough, I should be able to see my reincarnated sister come to see you again."
"...I want to join the Zhenbei Army."
Yan Wulu came to his senses. He raised his head and looked at the determined young man in front of him.
"Do you want to... join the Zhenbei Army?" Yan Wulu asked calmly.
Except when he first got along with each other in the fishing village, he used the pseudonym "Yan Lu". Later, he did not deliberately conceal his identity in other times.
With Li Mieling's intelligence, it was not surprising that he guessed the identity of Yan Wulu, the Crown Prince of Zhenbei.
"Yes." Li Mieling replied.
"Do you want to use the Zhenbei Army to massacre Jinling?"
"Yes." Li Mieling was still sure.
Yan Wulu found Li Mieling's idea interesting.
How did he see that the Zhenbei Army would definitely rebel?
Furthermore, the Zhenbei Army had strict military discipline and would almost never massacre the city. What's more, Jinling was also inhabited by Daqian people.
"That's fine, as long as you can command my father's Northern Army in the future."
Yan Wulu answered casually.
"... Jinling is not safe for you, so I will send you to Yanbei. You go to Zhu Gongqi, the right general of the Zhenbei Army, and tell him that you want to join the Zhenbei Army. I, Yan Wulu, have recommended it.
"
"His Royal Highness's kindness is appreciated by Mieling."
Li Mieling changed his name to Yan Wulu as "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince". He seemed to have grown up a lot and already knew the difference between superiority and inferiority.
He continued what he had just said: "...Jinling, for you, the Crown Prince, isn't it also a dragon's pond and a tiger's den?"
"... Mi Ling can protect you, the Crown Prince. Use me as a shield."
"...Moreover, to destroy the mausoleum, I have to kill Zhang Jian and those beasts with my own hands! To avenge everyone here! To destroy the mausoleum, I am willing to be an invincible sword in the hands of the prince..."
As Li Mieling spoke, his emotions finally started to get a little excited...
When Yan Wulu heard this, for some reason, his expression suddenly changed and became serious and heavy.
"Zhang Jian is a third-rank official of the imperial court. Even if he is the emperor, he cannot kill just for no reason. Li Mieling, you don't really think that you will be invincible just because you have killed a few lackeys of the Jinyi Division.
Bar?!"
Yan Wulu's words were sharp, even angry and reproachful.
This made Li Mieling somewhat unexpected.
"...In Jinling City, that day, a huge flaming Buddha with a height of ten thousand feet appeared in the sky. Do you think it was a celestial phenomenon? It was the work of man. Do you think you can block that move?
"
Yan Wulu's words were a bit aggressive.
Li Mieling didn't know why the other party acted like this suddenly, and finally there was the doubt that a teenager should have on his face.
When Yan Wulu saw this, he also understood that what he just said was too emotional.
He stopped and let out a long sigh.
Yan Wulu returned to his usual state. He approached Li Mieling and pressed his hands on his shoulders.
"Mi Ling, I don't need you to be my shield, nor do I need you to be my sword."
"...You...were not born to be a chess piece or a killing weapon. You are my good friend and my younger brother with a different surname. You are also...I owe your sister more than I can ever pay."
Heart debt."
"...You have to live, at least until you and I meet the reincarnation of your sister again, you have to live."
When Li Mieling heard this, his eyes suddenly burst into tears.
He knew, he knew, that Mr. Yan Lu had always been different from others...
His sister has done a lot of bad things in her life.
But at least, there is nothing wrong with choosing your sweetheart.
"Yan... Young Master Yan..." Li Mieling burst into tears.
"If you don't mind, just call me your brother." Yan Wulu replied.
"No." Li Mieling flatly refused, "...Mr. Yan, you are my brother-in-law!"
"...You are my sister's destined person. She loves you so much, and she will definitely come to you again. She has promised, and my sister will never break her promise."
"...I will...wait until that day, Mr. Yan Lu."
Li Mieling looked firmly at Yan Wulu in front of him.
He knew that this was Yan Wulu, the crown prince of Zhenbei...
But at this moment, he wanted to numb himself even more - this was his future brother-in-law. This was Mr. Yan Lu, who would marry his sister in three betrothals, six gifts, and eight sedans.
…
Is there really reincarnation in this world?
In fact, Yan Wulu was not sure.
But at least before, he didn't believe in the existence of martial arts and immortals in the world.
He hoped so.
He hoped that one day in the future, that beautiful girl would appear in front of him, carrying her bamboo cage filled with fresh fish.
…
…
The fishing village on the outskirts of Jinling City was massacred.
This vicious incident shocked the Daqian court.
The old emperor immediately ordered the Jinyi Division, which was responsible for arresting criminals, to quickly break the case, arrest the criminals, and send them to prison.
That day, at night, the carriage of Prince Jin's Mansion was suddenly stopped.
The fourteenth prince, King Zhao Lingcheng of Jin, opened the curtain and saw that the person coming was the prince of Zhenbei whom he had always wanted to meet but could not get - Yan Wulu.
The other party was dressed in dark brocade clothes and stood on the street with his hands behind his hands, as if he had blended in with the night.
The Fourteenth Prince Zhao Lingcheng got out of the car immediately. Although his face was still cold, his heart was actually already happy...
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince came to visit Xiao Wang late at night. He must have something important to discuss with Xiao Wang, right?"
"...There are no seats here. Why don't you go to Prince Jin's Mansion with the prince and let's talk slowly."
"No need." Yan Wulu was a little cold.
He took a few steps forward and was very close to the Fourteenth Prince Zhao Lingcheng...
"...I'm here to ask His Highness the King of Jin a question - Zhang Jian, the commander-in-chief of the Jinyi Division, knew the law and violated the law, massacred more than 200 people in Jinling Fishing Village, and allowed his own son to bring disaster to Jinling. Should he be killed?"
Jin Wang Zhao Lingcheng's face was already cold, but now he looked a little stiff.
"Your Majesty, what are you... talking about?"
The King of Jin, Zhao Lingcheng, had actually heard of the village massacre incident on the outskirts of Jinling that was aroused by the court today.
In fact, he roughly guessed that it was Zhang Jian who did it.
only……
Zhang Jian is his confidant and an important pillar of his faction. It is impossible for him to deal with Zhang Jian.
"Since you don't want to kill His Highness Prince Jin, then let me kill you!"
"His Majesty has handed over the matter to the Jinyi Division for investigation. The truth has not yet been revealed."
Jin Wang Zhao Lingcheng suddenly said: "...Your Majesty, you can rest assured that the Jinyi Division will definitely arrest the murderer."
"Let the murderer catch the murderer?"
Yan Wulu snorted lightly and asked disdainfully.
Jin Wang Zhao Lingcheng's face turned completely gloomy at this moment...
He doesn't like to beat around the bush.
"Zhang Jian is my king's man. I hope that your highness will do it for your convenience. There is no need to make everyone feel bad for the sake of a few common people."
"Zhang Jian killed my little sister with a different surname, killed several of my brothers, and killed more than two hundred of my friends. Does His Highness the King of Jin just feel guilty about saving face?"
"...My colleagues in the Zhenbei Army don't think so, and I don't think so either!"
Yan Wulu said firmly, plausibly and resonantly!
"Since Your Majesty prefers Jinyi Division, then I will take matters into my own hands and pay with blood!"
"...His Royal Highness Prince Jin, I hope you will not do stupid things. Don't become my enemy."
"Yan Wulu! Do you want to threaten me?!"
Jin Wang Zhao Lingcheng suddenly shouted in a low voice, drew his sword in his hand, with a "clang" sound, the sword was unsheathed, and the blade was pointed straight at Yan Wulu.
His sword blade flickered with the candlelight of Jinling City.
Extraordinarily sharp.
Yan Wulu was not afraid at all. He quietly stared at the fourteenth prince standing in front of him with a sword, His Highness the King of Jin...
He is indeed a hot-tempered general king.
Then...it would be much easier to handle.
"Your Highness, Prince Jin, this is not a threat."
Yan Wulu said, snapping his fingers and saying, "...This is called a threat."
Following the snap of fingers, countless Zhenbei mounted guards armed with swords appeared from the darkness of the street.
They were not on horseback, but appeared as ambushes.
In an instant, Zhao Lingcheng's carriage was surrounded by numerous mounted guards.
The servants and guards who followed Zhao Lingcheng, whether they were elite opponents of the battle-hardened Northern Zhenbei Army, were all subdued and controlled in an instant...
Looking at the many Zhenbei cavalry guards around him, even Zhao Lingcheng did not dare to act rashly at this moment.
"Your Highness, you should know that committing murder against the prince is a serious crime!"
"Don't worry, Prince Jin, I just want to invite you here...to have a cup of tea."
As Yan Wulu said that, he turned around and went straight to an open-air tea stall on the street nearby.
He slowly poured two cups of tea and made a "please" gesture to Zhao Lingcheng...
Although Zhao Lingcheng was extremely reluctant, the situation forced him to sit opposite Yan Wulu.
In addition, he also wanted to know what Yan Wulu wanted to do when he stopped him late at night? Is it just to ask for an explanation? Have a cup of tea?
The two sat opposite each other.
But he was not in a hurry to speak for a while...
After a long time, a huge explosion suddenly occurred at the location of Jinling City, and the vibrations were felt from far to near.
Yan Wulu glanced at the ripples of tea in the cup, which were caused by the violent vibrations on the ground.
Yan Wulu raised the corner of his mouth, turned to look at Zhao Lingcheng, and slowly said——
"Your Highness Prince Jin, you don't think that I'm just looking for you, do you?"
When the fourteenth prince Zhao Lingcheng heard this, his childlike expression shrank for a moment.
He stood up and took a few steps forward, trying to go in the direction of Jinyisi, but was suddenly stopped by the Zhenbei Cavalry Guard.
"His Royal Highness Prince Yu, you have long wanted to get rid of Zhang Jian and let Jinyi Division create a new world."
Yan Wulu calmly explained, "...He and I hit it off right away."
"Yan Wulu, do you think you can stop me with just these soldiers and generals?!"
Zhao Lingcheng turned his head and shouted angrily.
No matter whether we win or not, we cannot lose the momentum!
Zhao Lingcheng suddenly raised the sharp sword in his hand and repelled the Zhenbei cavalry guards who tried to stop him...
"Why is His Royal Highness the King of Jin so excited?"
Yan Wulu smiled and said, "...Why don't I show you another gift."
…
Half an hour ago.
Streets in the streets.
Zhang Jian holds a sword, moves quickly with light skills, and looks very energetic in his flying fish suit.
He came to hunt down an ignorant and fearless assassin.
The assassin was wearing slim-fitting black night clothes and had a long sword hanging on his waist.
He was so powerful that he didn't draw his sword out of its sheath during the whole process, but he was still able to fight back and forth with himself.
However, he actually dared to challenge the commander-in-chief of Jinyi Division alone. Isn't this a fool?
Even though Zhang Jiandang left everyone in Jinyi Division behind, he came alone to capture this stupid assassin.
"What, you're not running away?"
The brocade ribbon on Zhang Jian's brocade crown and hat moves with the wind in the dark night, making him appear free and powerful.
The other party has now reached a dead end.
Zhang Jian approached slowly, he was ready to fight in this narrow alley...
The assassin in black turned around calmly.
She reached out and took off her black turban mask.
Her long hair is tied high on the back of her head like a ponytail.
Her delicate face resembles that of a concubine or fairy.
"Is it you?"
Zhang Jian also realized at this moment that this was not the beautiful female guard beside Prince Zhenbei?
"General Ambassador Zhang, you are well."
"Even if you are close to Prince Zhenbei, if you don't give me a reasonable reason, I will still kill you quietly here without letting anyone know." Zhang Jian threatened coldly.
"Hahaha..."
Zhang Chunhua chuckled sarcastically. She felt that the person in front of her really couldn't see the situation clearly.
Moreover, even if she was fighting alone, she didn't think she would lose to the person in front of her.
"...General Ambassador Zhang, I am here to borrow something from you on the orders of my heir apparent."
"What?"
"Your head!"
Zhang Jiantong shrunk and was about to fly away, swinging his sword to attack.
In an instant, an infinite force came from behind Zhang Jian, and Zhang Jian's body seemed to fall apart at this moment...
Immediately afterwards, there was a heartbreaking pain coming from his right arm...the long knife in his hand fell out of pain.
With many years of combat experience, Zhang Jian knew that it was a powerful person far superior to him. Before his consciousness could react, he took action, crippled his right hand with great force, and twisted his muscles and bones.
Zhang Jian's forehead was dripping with cold sweat.
He felt like there was a figure behind him...
"Zhang Jian, do you still remember me?"
A familiar and cold-blooded voice...
Is it that boy?!
Is it the boy who kicked his own son to death, and he's not dead yet?
Li Mieling didn't say anything to Zhang Jian. A dagger appeared in his hand, and the dagger flew, accurately cutting off Zhang Jian's limbs and tendons...
Before Zhang Jian even had time to feel the pain, he was already like a useless person, lying next to the alley wall like a dog chewing mud.
Zhang Chunhua, dressed in black, approached slowly.
Li Mieling glanced at the other party and said coldly——
"Sister Zhang, your method is better."
"... By luring this guy here alone, we can save a lot of effort."
Zhang Chunhua chuckled and said nothing.
She glanced at Zhang Jian, who seemed to feel the endless pain of severed muscles and bones at this moment, and his whole face was squeezed into a ball.
"Mie Ling, according to the agreement between you and the prince, you will kill Zhang Jian, and you will decide how to kill him."
"...But remember, the Crown Prince still needs Zhang Jian's head, so don't wait too long."
"Sister Zhang, don't worry."
Li Mieling replied, he glanced in the direction of Jinyi Division, "...there, King Yu's people haven't taken action yet, which means we still have a long time."
As he spoke, Li Mieling turned to look at Zhang Jian, who was collapsed on the ground. He half-crouched down and whispered: "...This means that we can...play slowly with Mr. Zhang."
Li Mieling looked at Zhang Jian, and a vicious, perverted smile suddenly appeared on his face, and the smile seemed to be growing.
The dagger in his hand also rises and falls.
Zhang Jian's childlike mind has never felt so fearful and helpless as at this moment...
