The female general was reborn in the enemy's house? They all die!

"what?!"

Wanyan Zongyu was so shocked that his jaw dropped.

How can we fight a war when all the food and grass have been burned?

With such a terrible possibility popping up in his mind, his eyes finally flashed with unprecedented panic. He immediately threw down his sword without hesitation and rushed out with a group of soldiers.

"Oh, that was a close call..."

Only after all the soldiers in the house followed Wanyan Zongyu to put out the fire did Rong Sheng dare to relax.

She fell down on the spot and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

After resting for a while, she suddenly felt something strange again.

Just as she was discovered by Wanyan Zongyu, a fire broke out in the granary.

Is it really just a coincidence?

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that there was a reason for it.

But just as she was about to stand up and decided to sneak out to check the fire, a slender but powerful hand suddenly reached out from beside her ear.

The speed of that hand was extremely fast.

Before Rong Sheng could react, a large hand covered her mouth tightly.

Then, the person behind him stretched out his other hand and passed it through Rong Sheng's slender waist.

Under Rong Sheng's extremely surprised eyes, the sturdy arm across her abdomen pulled her out of the armory by the waist.

Without having time to think about why a hole suddenly appeared in the back wall of the armory, Rong Sheng immediately used all his strength to try to break free from the arms of the person behind him.

"Don't move, it's me!"

As soon as the familiar voice came into his ears, Rong Sheng's whole body movements stopped abruptly.

At the same time, the face of the person behind her appeared in front of her.

"Ming...His Royal Highness King Ming..."

Rong Sheng's watery autumn eyes were filled with Song Xuanlin's thin and handsome face, and his heart was like a huge rock stirring up thousands of waves: "Your Highness...why did you come to the North..."

At this moment, Song Xuanlin was leaning one hand against the wall, and when he raised his eyes he met Rong Sheng's surprised and suspicious almond-shaped eyes.

The person you have been thinking about day and night is right within reach.

Song Xuanlin quickly glanced from top to bottom at Rong Sheng's handsome face, which had long lost its childishness.

My heartbeat quickened unconsciously.

With his throat rolling rapidly, he subconsciously withdrew his hand, stood up straight and put some distance between himself and Rong Sheng.

"This king..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he habitually wanted to hide the heat in his heart, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back for some reason.

Facing Rong Sheng's eyes as clear as spring water, the throbbing in his heart seemed to have been suppressed for a long time.

"Yun'er..."

As soon as he uttered the word "Yun'er", Song Xuanlin suddenly felt a sore throat.

He pretended to be calm as he explained, not daring to look Rong Sheng in the eye again, "I got a secret letter from my uncle in the capital, and I was really worried about you, so I rushed here first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Xuanlin felt the blood in his body surging, and the hot breath in his nose seemed to be able to melt this piece of ice and snow.

"You, what did you say?"

Rong Sheng was also shocked when he saw Song Xuanlin.

Throughout this freezing cold winter, she missed him all the time.

And when she was caught off guard and heard Song Xuanlin say her nickname from her previous life that was both familiar and unfamiliar,

There was a sudden "boom" in my mind and my body froze in place, unable to move.

He actually knew everything?

When did it start?

She felt like she was dreaming, and immediately raised her hand and pinched her leg hard.

Seeing Rong Sheng acting silly, which was out of character for him, Song Xuanlin quickly snatched her somewhat cold hand and held it firmly in his warm palm.

"Yun'er, don't hide it from me anymore. I know everything."

Song Xuanlin's eyes sparkled like stars.

He kept his eyes fixed on Rong Sheng's petite face, as if he was going to rub Rong Sheng into his body in the next second.

"In Ningyuan Temple, you risked your life to save me. I should have thought at that time that this was definitely not a coincidence."

"Then, from Jing'an Palace to Wanjing Mountain, you risked your life to protect me," Song Xuanlin recalled, his voice trembling slightly, "and when I was seriously injured and on the verge of death, you used the Cloud Wind Art to pull me back from the Hades' Palace."

"How can an ordinary adopted daughter of the Feng family possibly have such advanced medical skills that she can rival that of Dean Feng?"

Song Xuanlin laid out every detail between them in front of Rong Sheng, one by one, fearing that Rong Sheng would make up some ridiculous story to reject him.

"Later on, you saved my mother twice, and you were able to imitate Li Yujing's handwriting to a level 70% similar to hers. Just based on these, an adopted daughter of the Feng family could never do this!"