"This is a slander!" Rong Jin accused solemnly: "This young master is in good health! Wei Wuji is in bad health!"

Mu Qingyi was speechless. Compared with Wei Wuji, anyone could tell who is the one who is in poor health, okay?

"Qingqing...you help outsiders!" Looking at Mu Qingyi's expression, Rong Jin said aggrievedly.

"Is this a helper or not a kiss?" Mu Qingyi said, "Although I haven't had an illness recently, I still have to be careful. Aren't you feeling uncomfortable?" Although Mo Wenqing said that the higher the martial arts, the force-infused Rong Jin's internal strength will be slowly absorbed and his body will get better and better. But shouldn't you still be careful before that? His weak appearance after each illness will only make people who have seen the Jiu Gongzi's usually arrogant appearance feel sad.

Looking at Qingqing's worried expression, Rong Jin decided not to tell Qingqing that he had fallen ill again after leaving Jian'an City. In fact, it was much better than the original situation, right? He originally thought that he would have to live half calm and half crazy in his life, and this situation would only become more and more serious. But now... as long as there is more time, he believes that he can completely calm down after he was thirty, and his martial arts will be even more powerful. It seems that his luck will be improved after meeting Qingqing.

"Qingqing, I'm fine." Holding her in my arms, Rong Jin whispered: "You have to do it well too. I scared me one day. If I were to come back one step later..."

Mu Qingyi leaned softly in his arms and said softly: "I worry you. I know that we will all do well."

Yes, we will all do it well.

The border is still a situation where the two armies confront each other. Although the Western Vietnamese army is not as brave as the Northern Han, it is naturally not easy for Zhao Ziyu to confront the Northern Han for so many years without falling down. After a few days, the troops of both sides still failed to cross the mine. Zhao Ziyu is naturally not in a hurry. They are the defensive side, and as long as the enemy crosses the border and approaches Jian'an City, they will win. However, the Northern Han cannot waste time with him.

Time. After finally waiting for Rong Jin to be gone, Nangong Jue was transferred away. It was an excellent opportunity to capture Jian'an City. If you miss this opportunity, you don't know when the next time will be. Moreover, although Nangong Jue was transferred to quell the rebellion, the generals of the Northern Han also knew in their hearts that the mobs in China who were deceived by Xiao Ting could not last for two days under Nangong Jue. Once Nangong Jue returned to the city, his plan would be completely lost.

Zhao Ziyu sat in the tent and looked at the Northern Han envoy who was talking nonsense. In just a few days, the Northern Han had photographed the second group of lobbyists coming to lobby him for surrendering to the Northern Han. Zhao Ziyu only thought it was ridiculous. Did the Northern Han people be too confident or did he think that Zhao Ziyu was really a shameless fence-bearer?

The envoy naturally noticed that Zhao Ziyu was absent-minded. In fact, he was helpless. Not to mention that he had surrendered to the Western Yue, even if he died in battle, he would never be able to surrender to other countries. Even if the Chinese Kingdom was still there, it would not be easy to surrender to Zhao Ziyu with the deep hatred between the Anxi County Prince's Mansion and the Northern Han Dynasty. However, the superiors had orders, and those who were subordinates could only do their best. Even if they knew that the previous lobbyist had been pushed out by Zhao Ziyu without hesitation and was killed.

Seeing that the messenger's voice became less and less, he finally stopped speaking. Zhao Ziyu said calmly: "It seems that sir, there is nothing to say? Then..."

The messenger's face changed slightly and he hurriedly said, "Why should Prince Anxi be so stubborn? My lord has always been respectful to the wise and inferior. As long as Prince Anxi returns to the Northern Han Dynasty, he will guarantee that he will definitely be much better than following the Western Yue. What's more, the current situation is like this. Prince Anxi thinks that the soldiers of the Western Yue will really obey the orders of the Prince?" In the past few days, the Northern Han envoys came to persuade the surrender have not been concealed, but it was a rumor. Although Zhao Ziyu immediately killed the Northern Han envoy, the Western Yue soldiers in the army still felt a little uneasy. What's more, Zhao Ziyu was originally a surrendered general in China, but he jumped to the many Western Yue generals to command the army, which is almost comparable to that of Nangong Jue. How can people not secretly feel jealous?

Zhao Ziyu sneered and said indifferently: "Since you dare to come, you must have already died. Why should you delay time by saying cleverly? "In this sentence, Zhao Ziyu was determined to kill him. The messenger's face turned pale and said loudly: "Prince, Your Majesty has said that as long as the prince is willing to surrender to the Northern Han Dynasty, Your Majesty is willing to marry Princess Yongjia as his wife. Princess Yongjia is approaching but has not yet obtained a good match. Princess Yongjia in our country has a superb appearance and a cheerful temperament is a heaven-given marriage? Please think about it three times."

Zhao Ziyu showed a funny look on his face. He had met Princess Yongjia several times. Although he had two favors for that beautiful and beautiful woman with a different personality than a lady in China, it was just an ordinary appreciation. Do the people in the Northern Han thought that status and wealth could not impress him, but beauty could impress him? What's more... Prince Anxi felt that he would not want his future wife to call him a little face every day.

"Drag it out and behead it! Send the head back to the commander of the Northern Han Dynasty." Zhao Ziyu said lightly.

"Yes, general." The two guards stepped forward, pulled the messenger up, left and right, and dragged them out.

"Let's go!" A man suddenly shouted among the guards who were standing aside with the messenger. Just as everyone was stunned, a sword light flowed out and shot towards Zhao Ziyu. Although Zhao Ziyu's martial arts were not as good as Xia Xiuzhu and Wei Wuji and others, they were not sure how much higher than ordinary generals. After all, he was also the descendant of the previous Prince Anxi, and even if he was not interested in martial arts, he could learn to be six or seven points. He slapped his right hand on the table, and the sword placed on the table jumped and held it in his hand and slashed at the person coming without hesitation.

Zhao Ziyu's sword was originally a sword given by Emperor Hua, but the assassin used only an ordinary soft sword. When the two swords collided, the software was immediately bounced back. Although it was not broken because of its soft texture, it was a little damaged, which shows the power of Zhao Ziyu's sword.

"Who is it?" Zhao Ziyu stood tall and stood with a sword in her hand and pointed directly at the assassin below. The assassin took a few steps back because of his poor weapons before he stood still, but he was a middle-aged man from Northern Han whom he didn't know. And the one standing beside him was Yun Tianheng, the eldest disciple of Yunmen.

Zhao Ziyu frowned and thought, and the long sword slowly passed through the middle-aged man and Yun Tianheng, and said calmly: "The owner of Feiyun Horse Field Lieming? Yun Tianheng, the eldest disciple of Yunmen?"

The middle-aged man grinned and said, "Prince Anxi has a good look, but it's too late! Take action!"
Chapter completed!