The guards directly stationed the camp not far from the city, which means to trap nangongyan and them in the city.
Sima Jingxuan tapped the table gently, and the Acropolis knelt on the ground trembling, afraid to look up at the people in front of him.
"Acropolis, I remember telling you not to underestimate the enemy on the battlefield."
Sima Jing hung his warm mouth. He looked very calm, and the people present could not hear any anger.
The Acropolis subconsciously lowered his body: "subordinates know their mistakes."
This time, Yan Jun fought with Nangong Yan. In fact, Yan Jun only took a surprisingly difficult advantage through Wushang Pavilion. If you really want to study it carefully, it is not the fault of the Acropolis.
"Wushang Pavilion." Sima Jing hung and hummed. His eyes slowly darkened. Nangong Yan, do you really deceive me that there is no one in the hell hall? If you plan on me like this today, I will redouble it in the future!
You wait, and soon you'll pay for it.
Sima Jing hung lazily and said, "get up. I'll leave your head with you for the time being. If I make mistakes in the future, I'll take off your head directly!"
"Thank you for sparing your life!"
The Acropolis was terrified. The emperor, who was similar to his age, was much more cruel than him.
"Get out of here!"
Sima Jing hung a word. The people in the camp were like an amnesty. They quickly got up and left. They really didn't want to stay in this place for a moment.
"Things are clearly moving in the expected direction. Why do you still look like this?"
The black robed man in the corner finally made a sound. His voice sounded very hoarse, like deliberately changing the sound line, which made people sound very uncomfortable.
Sima Jing hung his face expressionless and said something unimportant: "you see, they are all afraid of me."
The man in black was silent, and then slowly said, "isn't this what you want?"
Sima Jing raised his hand and rubbed his temples. His tone did not distinguish between joy and anger: "HMM."
Maybe.
He wants those who once looked down on him from above to kneel at his feet.
Now he has done it. The kingdom of Wei and the throne are already in his bag. For a moment, he is happy, but after a short joy, there is endless emptiness.
The man in black always hid in the corner, and his hoarse voice was particularly harsh in the silent camp.
"Are you really fighting for only one woman?"
As soon as the voice fell, Sima Jing's sharp eyes suddenly swept to the corner. He said coldly, "you ask too much."
The man in black didn't mean to be afraid of him at all, but continued: "you know she will never forgive you if she remembers. Sima Jingxuan, is this the world or Ji Qingxue?"
Sima Jingxuan asked abruptly, "what's the difference between wanting the world and wanting green snow?"
The black robed man was stunned, and then opened a clear smile on his lips: "I see. You don't love Ji Qingxue."
Sima Jing hung his chest for no reason. He grabbed the inkstone on the table and threw it at him: "shut up! Can you make a conclusion about my feelings at will?"
The black robed man easily caught the angry inkstone, and white and tender hands were stained with a lot of ink for a moment.
"Sima Jingxuan, don't deceive yourself or others, or you should stop. After all, now you don't even know what you really need."
Sima Jing hung his anger and smiled back: "it's an arrow on the line now, but you want me to stop? It's impossible!"
There is Ji Qingxue in Dayan's world. His Sima Jingxuan will be determined.
If you can't satisfy yourself by seizing the country of Wei, then continue to plunder until everything in the world is in your hand. At that time, you will be happy.
The man in black threw down the inkstone in his hand and went out without saying a word.
Sima Jingxuan asked angrily, "where are you going?"
The black robed head did not return: "go out and stay in the same place with you. I'm afraid I can't help beating people."
Sima Jing was stunned. He sneered: "can you beat me?"
The black robed man suddenly turned back with a strange light in his eyes: "my martial arts is not as good as you, but do you want to try my soul taking skill?"
The man's Dementor had seen it himself.
"Get out, get out!" Sima Jingxuan roared. He just needs no one.
When the man in black went out, he was bumping into Mencius period. Mencius period behaved and saluted him: "Hello, sir."
"Don't call me that, sir, I don't deserve it." the black robed man looked up and down at Mencius period, and couldn't help tutting: "the Sima mirror is really blind!"
Mencius looked cold and said, "please speak carefully, sir."
There was a little chill between her lines, and the man in black quickly said, "all right, all right, I know you can't let others say anything bad about him in front of you. But I can tell you, he's in a bad mood now, so I advise you not to go in. I'll slip away first, and you can do it yourself."
After the man in black left, Mencius Qi stood at the gate of the camp for a while, and finally she went in.
"Who? Get out of here!"
As soon as he entered, he heard the roar of Sima Jing hanging. At this time, he really looked like a grumpy lion.
"See the emperor, my subordinates." Mencius called him as always, but he was deeply in love under the cold voice, but Sima Jingxuan never studied it deeply.
Seeing that the visitor was Mencius, Sima Jingxuan's temper dissipated a lot, "Ziqi."
Yes, in this world, there is still one person he can trust.
It's night.
Ji Qingxue stood on the city tower. The cool wind blew her clothes. She always looked at the direction of the guard camp.
When nangongyan went up the wall, he saw such a scene.
"It's so windy at night. I'm still standing here against the wind. I'm not afraid of catching a cold."
Nangong Yan hugged her from behind. Ji Qingxue smiled and said, "how do you know I'm here?"
Behind him came someone's slightly proud voice: "of course I know. I can find you everywhere."
"What are you thinking?"
Ji Qingxue's smiling expression disappeared in the twinkling of an eye.
"Ah Yan, I'm always worried..."
Nangong Yan pretended to be angry: "thinking of other men behind my back again."
Ji Qingxue was bewildered by this sentence: "you are a jealous jar. You know I don't mean that."
"Even so, I still mind."
Nangong Yan pressed people in his arms again, "ah Xue, no matter what happens, we will face it together. So before it comes, don't let it affect your mood."
Ji Qingxue slowly turned around and buried his head in Nangong Yan's chest: "well, I know you're there."
Nangong Yan slipped his hands around her waist: "it's late at night, madam. We'd better go to bed earlier."