Dingjiangshan

Ning Yan was dazzled by the bright flames, frowned slightly, and tilted his head in discomfort.

"...what?" he asked blankly.

Ning Zheng originally thought that he had taken advantage of them, but Ning Huaijin threw himself into the trap. Naturally, he had plenty of time to recuperate and slowly fight this turnaround.But Xie Jue and Ning Huaijin didn't seem to care about Ning Yan at all, and they did it as soon as they said they would, and they moved vigorously and without concealment. If it wasn't for Ning Yan's instruction, Ning Zheng wouldn't believe that they had the guts to die.

Ning Zheng was so angry that his eyes were red, he shoved him to the ground, and said coldly, "Do you really think that this king dare not kill you?"

Ning Yan's injured right hand knocked on the cold ground, the pain made him tremble.

After a few days of not eating or drinking, he had already lost his strength. He barely supported the ground with his elbows, and it took him a long time to get up with difficulty.

Ning Yan held his injured wrist, raised his eyes weakly, and said, "I don't understand what the third brother said."

"You don't understand?" Ning Zheng sneered and said, "You think that the king must keep your life because he is afraid of the imperial edict? Since Ning Huaijin insists on exterminating them all, it is enough for the king to simply kill you. "

As Ning Zheng said, he pulled out the sword at his waist with his backhand, and pointed straight at Ning Yan.

At the same time, the shadow guards in the dark pulled out the daggers in their boots and held them in their palms in an instant, bowed slightly, and only waited for Ning Yan's order before they took their lives.

But Ning Yan didn't say anything, he raised his head slightly, and Ren Ningzheng pressed the tip of his sword against his fragile throat.

"These days, the third brother's tricks haven't stopped for a moment. Why do you turn around and ask Master Zhenxing?" Ning Yan coughed softly, sat up reluctantly, leaned against the cold wall, borrowed Looking at Ning Zheng in this posture.

"Even if the third brother wants to kill me, at least he should find a name to come out." Ning Yan said: "...It won't be that you get more and more angry and keep me in the way."

"Ning Huaijin has dispatched troops to the front line." Ning Zheng said every word.

Ning Yan was stunned for a moment, as if he really didn't know anything about this matter.

But then, he lowered his eyes, stared at the blood groove on the sword and smiled.

Ning Yan smiled lightly, it didn't seem like he was happy, but it seemed inexplicably meaningful.

"What's the date today?" Ning Yan asked.

"The second day of June." Ning Zheng said.

"Then I'm not surprised." Ning Yan said.

"In that case, I would like to trouble your Majesty to come with me." Ning Zheng bit the word "Your Majesty" very hard, and said through gritted teeth: "I wonder if Prince Gong can show mercy after seeing His Majesty in front of the battle." , Let me go."

As Ning Zheng spoke, he waved his hand, and several guards behind him rushed into the room, trying to untie the chains hanging on the wall.

"Third brother can't kill me, and he can't take me to the front." Ning Yan looked at Ning Zheng without looking sideways, and said calmly, "Otherwise, third brother will regret it."

Ning Zheng no longer wanted to listen to what he said, and ordered angrily, "Hurry up."

"Before I left, I left a letter for my uncle." Ning Yan continued, "Looking at the current scene, he seems to have opened it."

This is what Ning Zheng had to listen to. He gritted his teeth and pondered briefly in his heart whether this sentence was true or not, whether it was true, or whether it was Ning Yan's expedient measure for self-protection.

There was a steelyard in his heart, and the two ends of the steelyard were wobbling. Ning Zheng gritted his teeth fiercely, but in the end, suspicion gained the upper hand.

"Get out first." Ning Zheng said angrily.

The chain was embedded very deeply, and the guards were about to tear it apart, when they heard this, they hurriedly stopped their movements, and retreated without daring to lift their heads.

"...What did you keep?" Ning Zheng asked.

As soon as Ning Zheng asked the question, he had a vague premonition in his heart, but he couldn't really believe it. Ning Yan had been emperor for ten years, and he was so naive that he dared to give his wealth and life to others .

"I have left a personal letter—the dragon's heir is too young to be responsible. The country has no heir. If something happens during this trip, it will be passed on to Prince Gong." Ning Yan said concisely: "I hope that the emperor will treat my son well and work diligently. Love the people."

Ning Zheng staggered a step, his hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the sword steadily.

"Do you think this king will believe your nonsense? Ning Zheng asked incredulously: "You will leave this kind of edict?Is it that he doesn't die fast enough? "

Ning Zheng raised his voice higher than his voice, as if he wanted to give himself a boost so that he wouldn't believe it.

Ning Yan just looked at him quietly.

"There are three copies of the personal letter." Ning Yan said: "One is in Ning Huaijin's hands, the other hastily rushed back to the capital, and was sent to the emperor Jiang Xiaohan, and the other—"

Ning Yan paused for a moment, and said: "Before going out to fight, I was crushed under the censer of the Taimiao."

"Are you crazy?" Ning Zheng asked in surprise.

"Now it's up to the third brother to believe that there is this letter." Ning Yan lifted up the chain in his hand, spread it in front of Ning Zheng, and said calmly: "If the third brother doesn't believe it, you can press it now." Let me go to the front line to fight."

Ning Zheng really wanted to believe it, but he couldn't convince himself.

Ning Yan has done too many outrageous things for Ning Huaijin—refusing to marry a wife, refusing to draft a talent show, knowing that Jiang Xuan had a problem and keeping her by his side, causing her to suffer from cold poison, not to mention taking the risk of personally recruiting, but still He ran to the front line to "revenge" Ning Huaijin.

Ning Zheng doesn't know what Ning Huaijin has that deserves Ning Yan's madness, but no matter how outrageous he thinks it is, he has to admit that as long as Ning Huaijin is involved, Ning Yan can do anything.

——Let's not mention the "little matter" of entrusting the affairs of the afterlife.

Ning Zheng almost bit his teeth to the point of bleeding.

Ning Huaijin made a move on the front line and caught him by surprise. He thought it was Ning Yan's intentional arrangement, but he didn't expect that Huang Que was behind, and his foolish brother would also be plotted against.

He couldn't kill Ning Yan now, and he couldn't even take him to the front.Ning Zheng thought, Ning Huaijin must have seen the letter before raising troops. There is no royal family in this world who has no unreasonable desire for the throne. Ning Huaijin got a pie that fell from the sky for no reason. It's strange to bite.

Ning Huaijin already has the reason to suppress the rebellion and seek thieves, so sending troops is justified.So it is possible to use this opportunity to wipe out the rebels, or force Ning Zheng to kill Ning Yan, or let Ning Yan die "accidentally" without knowing it, and die on the battlefield.

At that time, the infamy will all be attributed to Ning Zheng, a rebellious official. Ning Huaijin only needs to cry a few times and be sad for a few days, then he will be able to happily take Ning Yan's letter and go back to the throne in a legitimate way.

Ning Yan's muddleheaded mind has always been the weakness that Ning Zheng and Ruan Yin clung to. Ning Zheng never imagined that one day, he would be turned against the general by this "weakness".

"I have fallen to such a point, what happens next depends on God's will." Ning Yan said: "No matter who wins or loses, for me, going to the front line is no different from staying here-but the third brother doesn't have to. Keep your hopes up, even if you keep me, I will not take out the imperial edict."

"He treats you like this, yet you still keep him?" Ning Zheng asked.

"He is my beloved, so I naturally want to keep him." Ning Yan was reticent, like a foolish king who had been fascinated by the demon concubine.

Ning Zheng's eyes were red with hatred, and he pinched his fingers tightly on the hilt of the sword, wishing that the sword would end and Ning Yan would forget it, saving his heart from ups and downs, and being forced into desperation again and again.

"Then you still stop this king from doing anything." Ning Zheng said: "Since you are so affectionate, why don't this king take you to meet Ning Huaijin before the battle, and fulfill the rest of your wish in this life. "

Ning Yan knew that he was just trying to be aggressive, trying to force his aura.If Ning Zheng was willing to save his own life, he could use "orthodoxy" to threaten the court in the future, making Ning Huaijin unable to ascend the throne.But if he really dared to take him away, it might not be certain what would happen before the battle.

In Ning Zheng's heart, Ning Huaijin's reputation of "taking advantage of the fire" was well established, so he never dared to send Ning Yan to Ning Huaijin, risking losing his only bargaining chip.

But Ning Yan knew very well what it meant to stop, he couldn't force Ning Zheng any more.Ning Zheng's sanity is now at the last thread, if he adds fuel to the fire, I'm afraid Ning Zheng will not be able to calm down and think about the pros and cons.

So Ning Yan didn't say anything, just lowered his eyes silently, showing a passive resistance.

Ning Zheng took a deep breath—for him, it is not yet a desperate situation.

"If your love is as deep as the sea and you have no complaints or regrets as you said, why did you stop me from taking you to the front line?" Ning Zheng said, "What are you afraid of?"

Ning Yan didn't seem to expect him to ask such a question, and was slightly stunned for a moment, then turned his face away in embarrassment, and stopped looking at Ning Zheng.

"You don't want to go to the front line with me because you are afraid of seeing Ning Huaijin." Ning Zheng sheathed his sword and said, "You didn't run away like this when you saw Jing Zhan, but when it was Ning Huaijin, you accepted it." It's over—why, didn't you think he would ignore your life?"

"Stop it." Ning Yan shouted in a low voice.

He looked as fragile as a thin-edged sword that would break if touched lightly, but he still had to pretend to be sharp so that he wasn't that unbearable.

Ning Zheng looked at him carefully, trying to see a trace of resentment and unwillingness on his face.

"In this world, no matter how much you and my brothers fight, it will always be a fight between our own family members, and we will not be able to take advantage of others for no reason." Ning Zheng said slowly: "This king will still give you a chance—if you are willing to take out the imperial edict, This king will spare your life and give you a handbook to keep you anonymous, so that you can spend the rest of your life in peace."

Ning Yan still didn't speak, it seemed that the jar had been broken, it didn't matter.

Ning Zheng couldn't waste his time talking with him, the frontline fighters were fleeting, and before he could be trampled down by Ning Huaijin wantonly, how could he splash a few more laps in this shallow pond and forcefully drag a few people down together? Funeral.

He raised his voice to call for someone, and locked Ning Yan back again. Then he took a step back, stood at the door, and told the guards in front of Ning Yan: "If there is news from the front line, If there is no trace of this king after the fall of the Luzhou Mansion, then there is no need to hesitate to kill him immediately, so as not to leave any future troubles."

As Ning Zheng spoke, he turned around and walked out. When he stepped out of the room, his footsteps paused, he glanced at Ning Yan from the side, and said slowly: "If you change your mind, just call someone at any time—just But you have to make a decision early."