The cold but soft voice penetrated Yu Qinghuan's head, causing Yu Qinghuan to tremble all over.
He raised his hazy tearful eyes with difficulty and looked at Lin Chu.
This was the last time, and he had no doubt that if he didn't answer, this person would really kill him.
Who wants to die if he can live? As long as he lives, he might still have a chance!
"I……."
He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and weak, like pulling a broken bellows: "I... don't know."
The four words almost exhausted all the strength in his body, and he was out of breath after saying it. Even with the blessing of the elixir, he could feel the dispersion of his consciousness.
Lin Chu frowned and gave him another pill: "Speak clearly to me!"
Her voice was cruel and gloomy.
Yu Qinghuan is no longer afraid.
Lin Chu's medicine was extremely effective, making him wake up instantly and gain some strength.
"I really don't know." He said quietly: "Father does not agree with the peace talks. That bitch Xue Yingxi wants to..."
His voice paused briefly: "I took the initiative to ask for peace talks, and my father did not allocate a single soldier to me. How can I deal with you?"
Lin Chu frowned, Yu Qinghuan's words contained too much information.
Did the Emperor of the Eastern Tang Dynasty originally disapprove of the peace talks?
What is the plan of Xue Yingxi, the leader of the Demon Camp of the Eastern Tang Dynasty? Is she really her good friend from the previous life, Lao Xue?
Lin Chu's heart was full of confusion, and he couldn't help but let out an irritated sigh.
"The Sixth Prince has made a clear deduction. You and Huo Xiaoying are openly and secretly trying to kill me."
"If you are really innocent, what are you doing hiding in the dirt? If you like the feeling of being buried in the dirt so much, I can make it happen for you!"
Yu Qinghuan shivered again. Lin Chu said that if he wanted to bury him alive, he would definitely bury him alive and he would not be soft at all.
"I'm not lying to you." He said hurriedly: "I'm just a pawn. What happened today is actually..."
Boom!
Boom!
Yu Qinghuan's voice was drowned in the violent sound of the courtyard wall breaking, and dust flew everywhere, blocking the sky and the sun.
Lin Chu half-squinted his eyes and looked sideways at the big hole that was smashed into the courtyard wall, with a tiny red light flashing in his eyes.
Yu Qinghuan's distracted eyes regained their luster at that moment, and her chest heaved violently with excitement. Lin Chu punched her temple, and she finally fainted as she wished.
No one spoke, inside or outside the walls.
It wasn't until the dust settled that I saw a sickly young man slowly walking towards me.
His robes are light and gentle, his eyes are warm, and he walks like a misty fairy.
Behind him was a middle-aged scribe holding a feather fan, and behind him was a group of warriors in golden armor standing proudly.
The warriors followed the sick young master with neat steps, and all walked towards Lin Chu.
For a moment, the murderous intent was so fierce that the earth shook and the mountains shook.
"Six Masters of Shangjing Lin." The sickly young man smiled and clasped his fists: "Long time no see."
"Young Commander of the Tianshu Army, Peng Juhua, it's a pleasure to meet you."
When the words "Peng Juhua" came out of his mouth, the corners of the sickly young man's mouth twitched visibly, and there was a crack in his usually gentle smile, which was quite unnatural.
"That's a nickname I used to play around with when I was young. Master Lin Liu can call me Peng Bo."
The name Juhua was really inelegant, so he changed his name after he attained enlightenment. Of course Lin Chu knew this, but deliberately called him Juhua just to disgust people.
Lin Chu smiled with his lips and teeth: "How can Peng Bo smell like chrysanthemums? Peng Shuai's name is unique."
The corners of Peng Bo's mouth twitched again, and this time even his eyelids began to twitch wildly.
Peng Juhua is the pain in his heart.
He didn't understand that his father, who spent most of his life in the military, was a rough and tough man. Why did he give him such a name... that was worse than death?
His eyes were dark and murderous intent was hidden in the smile on his lips.
His father can call him "chrysanthemum", but if others call him "chrysanthemum", he will die...
