I actually knocked King Yan and my CP!

Zhang Bing was defeated.

The military strength of Prince Yan's Mansion is indeed less than he imagined, but his military strength is also far less than Zhang Bing imagined.

——Zhang Xin surrendered.

What Zhang Bing never expected was that the person who surrendered was actually Zhang Xin, and it was this mistake that caused the final outcome.Although Zhang Bing has already left behind, and now it has passed their expected time, if the Beiping Nine Sects have not heard from them, they should have sent the news out by now.

The only good thing is that Zhang Bing didn't tell anyone about it.

When Zhang Bing and Xie Gui, who were restrained, were forced to kneel in front of King Yan, the resentment and dissatisfaction in Zhang Bing's heart almost broke through the sky, staring at Zhang Xin who was standing one step behind King Yan, swallowing blood foam Cursed word by word: "Dog thief! Rebellious officials and thieves, everyone will get it and punish him in the future!!!"

Zhang Xin's face was pale, and the hand holding the knife trembled for a moment, "The defeat has already been revealed, Mr. Zhang should say less." In any case, Zhang Bing was the former leader of Zhang Xin, and he recognized Zhang Bing. It's a pity that Zhang Xin bowed his head and remained silent.

Zhang Xin naturally struggled too, but he was an old general of the King of Yan, and the King of Yan's heroic military strategy, campaigning north and south, has always been the dream of the world's generals, Zhang Xin's heart cannot be violated, he only needs to struggle for a while, and finally he takes refuge with the imperial court's secret order King Yan.

Zhu Di glanced at the whole courtyard indifferently. There were not many injured and dead people, and most of them were suppressed by the government soldiers brought by King Yan.

"Take it down." Zhu Di's eyes were dark, and he gave the order coldly, stroking the soft sword with his fingertips, as if he had some thoughts.

When Zhang Bing was about to be pulled away, he saw a somewhat familiar figure in the shadow behind Zhu Di, and the next moment a name blurted out, "He Yuxuan?"

He Yuxuan held back a sigh, he had shrunk into the shadow behind King Yan, it was a bit unreasonable for him to be recognized like this.

Zhang Bing twisted his body under the guard's control, with a terrifying expression, "Are you alive?"

He Yuxuan muttered, "Fortunately, he didn't die..." Otherwise, wouldn't Zhang Bing be satisfied?

Zhang Bing already knew about Zhang Shaochen's self-assessment. It can be said that the root of everything came from Zhang Shaochen's damn idea, and that's why he came to this point!Zhang Bing's face was extremely ugly, and he stared at He Yuxuan with hatred, which was even uglier than when he looked at Zhang Xin before. He wished he could swallow He Yuxuan alive!

He originally thought that those people were all killed after Zhang Shaochen and Xu Tong came out, but among them, He Yuxuan didn't die? !

Zhang Bing seemed to have a sudden surge of force in his body, and somehow he broke free from the shackles of the left and right. He fell to the ground, and the hard ground scratched his forehead. The blood was so bitter that Zhang Bing could not open his right eye. "Aren't you damned!"

Zhang Bing knew that He Yuxuan couldn't be blamed for all this, but all the failures in front of him dazed Zhang Bing's mind, and he opened his scarlet mouth ferociously, "Damn you, why didn't you die, why didn't you die?!!" The emotions of resentment, despair and pain rushed to Zhang Bing's mind, making his face extremely terrifying and ferocious, like an evil ghost.

The black and golden boots landed in front of Zhang Bing's eyes, and King Yan's indifferent voice fell, "Do you think he deserves to die?" That unhurried voice firmly grasped Zhang Bing's heartbeat.

"You're right, there are indeed people who deserve to die."

Clang!

The sound of the sword unsheathed.

"It's a pity that that person is you."

After the cold words fell, the gushing red dyed the ground in front of Zhang Bing.

Xie Gui's fleshy face was sprayed with blood with a slap, and the whole person was sluggish on the scene, his trembling eyeballs rolled twice, staring at Zhang Bing's twitching body absently, his body twisted twice, After a plop, the distorted head fell at Xie Gui's feet, and those eyes full of resentment stared at Xie Gui.

"Ah—" Xie Gui screamed, and fainted.

King Yan shot fiercely, killing him with one blow, and it seemed that even the voice of groaning and groaning became much quieter for a while.

"Take them all away." King Yan took it easy, as if nothing happened.The soft sword was re-sheathed by him, and the splashed blood dripped into the soil, like plum blossoms turning into mud, extremely gorgeous.

The voice of the head of the personal guard became hoarse. For unknown reasons, he bowed respectfully, "Your subordinate will go now."

He Yuxuan's finger bones moved slightly, and the icy chill lingered again, reminding him once again that no matter how gentle King Yan behaved in front of him, there was still a violent side in his bones.Also, if he was really merciful, he would not have the great achievements of King Yan who has fought for many years.

He Yuxuan laughed lightly at his softness and decisiveness. Normally, Zhang Bing deserved to die, but it was the difference between early death and late death. Could it be that he was still soft-hearted and wanted to save him?

Sanbao swallowed, then smiled and persuaded in a low voice: "My lord, it's late at night."

Yes, it's late at night.This time Yan Wang won.

The battlefield is not limited to the Yan Palace, Zhang Yuzhu can sneak into the Yan Palace and wait for an opportunity to completely wipe out all the incoming enemies.King Yan's subordinates mobilized all of them, captured the Nine Gates of Beiping in the early morning, and completely regained control of the entire Beiping!

Hearty and hearty, it is not only the victory of King Yan, but also the clarion call for the attack that King Yan belongs to.

Swallows belong to the same vein, but reversed.

King Yan looked back at Sanbao, and just one glance directly crushed Sanbao's body. He bent down and dared not speak anymore.

He Yuxuan was noticing Sanbao's reaction, and met King Yan's eyes again.

Violent and cold-blooded, full of all kinds of messy expressions, the seemingly lingering murderousness is so familiar, He Yuxuan looked at those dark eyes, and suddenly had the illusion that the back of the neck was pinched, as if the weakness of the whole body was exposed .

Something is wrong with King Yan!

He Yuxuan thought hard, couldn't he see blood?

Whether it was the first time or this time, the only thing the same was the blood.

He Yuxuan remembered a strange case recorded in Dai Sigong's handwriting. People suffering from this disease either saw blood and went berserk, or couldn't bear the temptation of blood, and ate blood...but judging from King Yan's reaction , at most he would only be stimulated by blood.

That is not bad?

Judging from He Yuxuan's point of view, coupled with the reaction of King Yan before, it was indeed not too serious.Or the reaction left by years of fighting on the battlefield.

He Yuxuan thought wildly and watched for a long time, but in fact it only took a blink of an eye.At first he was surprised by King Yan's decisiveness and ruthlessness, and then he was shocked by King Yan's reaction. When he got out of his thoughts, he had to smile bitterly.

Judging from the results, it is impossible to say that King Yan's sword was for He Yuxuan, which made him wonder what to say?Of course, he didn't want to see the murder, and he didn't want to admit that King Yan killed people for him... But no matter how you look at it, King Yan was indeed angered because of him. It would be strange for He Yuxuan to be entangled in this matter.

"My lord, it's getting late, why don't you rest?" He Yuxuan couldn't stand being stared at by King Yan, and said with his hands folded, he didn't want to stay in this place any longer.

King Yan raised his eyebrows, the heavy pressure eased a little, he nodded slowly, "Zi Xu, go back and rest. Three treasures, make tea." He threw the soft sword in his hand to three treasures, and walked into the house.

Sanbao hurriedly caught the soft sword, and said in a low voice when passing by He Yuxuan, "Thank you, Mr. He."

He Yuxuan only thought that he was grateful for his accusation, just nodded with a smile, then raised his hand to touch his forehead and wiped his cold sweat.He smiled wryly, and it was absolutely impossible to say that he had no feelings for Zhang Bing's killing.

But it's useless to think too much, He Yuxuan only took a moment to realize the problem, and immediately said to Hou Xian behind him: "It's nothing to do with us, I'll go back first."

Hou Xian's face was pale, but he forced a smile and said: "You are right, but the place is messy now, you should rest in the original room for a night."

He Yuxuan pursed his lips, and what Hou Xian said made sense, so he agreed.

Tonight is a torment for everyone, even the aloof King Yan is no exception.He Yuxuan, who watched everything from the sidelines, could only lament that even the King of Yan was an ordinary person, even for such a major event as raising troops, he would sometimes hesitate.

He Yuxuan simply tidied up when he went back, and fell asleep as soon as he lay down.He was really tired, both mentally and physically.

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When Sanbao entered with tea, Zhu Di was already sitting on the couch in silence, his indifferent expression seemed a little different from before.Sanbao paused in his heart, but still said in a warm voice: "My lord, drink some tea to warm up."

Zhu Di closed his eyes, his murderous aura subsided a bit, the soft sword had already been put away by the Three Treasures, for fear that the master would be unstable and do something after touching it.

——The King of Yan really cannot see blood.

This is a symptom left over from fighting on the battlefield. After seeing blood, Zhu Di's temperament will be indifferent and bloodthirsty. Naturally, there is no problem in rushing to kill on the battlefield, but it is really wrong to be stuck in this point when he is free.Whether this question is big or small, only the people who served King Yan personally, as well as his trustworthy close ministers, would know.

In this short period of time, it is enough to let Zhu Di calm down naturally, but if there is a major event that arouses King Yan's tyrannical temperament, it will be really...unimaginable.

Sanbao stood quietly in the corner, trying to reduce his sense of existence to the extreme, not to disturb the prince at all, and let him enjoy the quiet moonlight alone.

Zhu Di drank alone, the house was not lit, the only twilight came from the small window that was pushed open, the window lattice was still stained with blood, and the mottled white broken light fell on his shoulders, like a lover's light kiss.The tactile feeling of the fingertips rubbing against the hilt of the sword remains, as if dreaming back to the original battlefield, where the soldiers fought hundreds of times, covered in blood, and vowed not to return unless their heads were taken.

The faint tea fragrance covered the lingering smell of blood, Zhu Di closed his eyes and sniffed lightly, the whispered but firm words still sounded in his ears, no one has ever been so sure.

He drank the warm tea in one gulp, and with a "click", Zhu Di's figure moved, walked to the window, and looked up at the half-covered crescent moon.

The dark green finger on the phalanx was turned once, and then again.

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