The Villain Is Always Afraid Of Collapse

This sentence may have been pressed in his throat for a long time, and when he finally saw Mu Jin and asked her, it sounded like tearing flesh and blood.

Mu Jin looked at Rong Feng quietly, and the aroma of wine spread from her body into the entire tent.

Rong Feng glanced around, "Are you not arranging protection or calling people? The enemy's general is in your account. I am afraid that it will be harmful to your safety or reputation."

Mu Jin chuckled. Instead of facing the enemy, she staggered back to the low table, beckoning to Rong Feng as if she was entertaining a friend who had reunited for a long time: "General Rong, I haven't seen you in these days. You are so atmospheric when you come, and you are not very popular with the host's family."

Rong Feng's pupils shrank for a moment, and Mu Jin's attitude made him unable to understand the depth.

Mu Jin's eyes were a little blurred. She held her chin and raised her head to look at Rong Feng, as if asking why he didn't sit.

Rong Feng took a deep breath, and sat cross-legged across from her with his hem, his eyes swept over her face, which became more beautiful and fair after drinking, and he couldn't tell whether it was sour or bitter.

"Leaving Dayan, you look...relaxed a lot."

More than just relaxation, her whole person is different, the gloomy and brutality between her eyebrows has become arrogant, and her peerless appearance under the uniform of the **** finally revealed.

But he could recognize it at a glance, it was Mu Jin.

He is the one who dreams.

Mu Jin seemed to have heard something interesting and laughed out of her lips.

After laughing, she shot a sword-like look in her eyes.

"I don't know what General Rong, who is the son of Taiwei, misunderstood." She deliberately bit down the words "Son of Taiwei", "Dayan is a golden nest for you, a gentle town, but for me, a slave In terms of it, it is undoubtedly a dirty nightmare place."

She curled up the corners of her mouth coldly, "Relax? Dare to ask who can relax in a place where anyone can step on you?"

Rong Feng's eyes were slightly dim, he remained silent for a while, and his voice was dumb when he spoke again.

"Is Dayan such an unbearable place for you?"

He paused, with imperceptible caution and anticipation mixed in.

"When you grew up in Dayan, there was no one...what is it worth keeping you nostalgic?"

Mu Jin raised the corner of his eyes to look at him, and let out a deep sigh in his heart.

She didn't expect that Rong Feng's liking for herself had already reached this point.

In her plan, when she revealed her identity and began to attack Dayan, all the characters in Dayan should recognize her "true face" and then break away from the inexplicable fascination before.

Her kindness is false, hers for the country and the people is false, and her humbleness is false.

All the points they like are pretended by her.

It should have disappeared from then on.

But why, even at this point, Rong Feng has already touched her camp, but he still refuses to kill her altogether in order to avoid future troubles. Once again, he simply held her as a bargaining chip.

Mu Jin changed positions. If she were Rong Feng, she would probably choose one of the two.

Rather than doing nothing like Rong Feng, but sitting down and discussing with her the question of whether Dayan is worthy of nostalgia.

Her silence made Rong Feng already know the answer. Mu Jin couldn't see his face clearly in the dimness, but from the pressure of the sudden sinking of her body, she felt that Rong Feng was not as calm as he showed.

Mu Jin said lightly and quietly: "Nature. I hate everything there."

...No matter how much patience and attachment, the ice disappeared in her words.

Mu Jin rubbed his eyes wearily, "If there is nothing else, please come back, General Rong." She thought for a while, and there was an ambiguous stream of light from the corners of her eyes, and her tone was also a little confusing, "After all, I am not now I'm an eunuch, and General Rong doesn't want to understand the name of breaking into his daughter's boudoir.

With Rong Feng's temper, that's all. Mu Jin thought casually.

But Rong Feng did not move.

He has a low voice: "If you care about the name of this daughter's family, and I stayed in your room for so long at night, would you be willing to allow me?"

Mu Jin was stunned by his rascal.

Seeing a little dazedness finally appeared in her eyes, Rong Feng let out a little sigh.

His voice was low and gentle, "Have you ever thought that you don't have to be where you are today?"

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Mu Jin felt that something was faintly escaping from her control, and her tone was mixed with anxiety. "Didn't you ask who I am? I will answer you now, I am Xi Mu Jin of Qiang, I am fighting for my people, what qualifications do you have to persuade me?"

On the contrary, Rong Feng became more and more calm, "You have worked hard for this secret for many years. From the day you entered the swallow, you have never lived for yourself, right?"

Mu Jin felt that this was a trap, and wanted to purse her mouth without answering, but her understanding of human settings urged her to refute: "I was born as a crown prince, and for my people, I can bear everything."

Hearing her answer, Rong Feng's voice was mixed with the meaning of dust settled: "Mu Jin, you have never lived for yourself."

Mu Jin was shocked, her eyes slightly enlarged.

Rong Feng's eyes emerged from the darkness, and Mu Jin's eyes were full of complexities, but a heartache was particularly obvious.

"Whether you are Mu Jinwen or Mu Jin, I want to give you this choice, a choice made for yourself." He leaned forward and gently lifted Mu with his rough and generous palm. Jin's face stared at her stunned eyes, "Do you still remember the promise I made to you when you were in the Hydra Palace? I will always be waiting for you as long as you want."

Mu Jin's heartbeat suddenly missed a beat.

"What are you talking about." Mu Jin didn't know if he was talking about Rong Feng or about herself. "Does the term Se Ling Zhiyun really exist? No one takes it seriously when you play an eunuch, but now you know you are Who are you talking to?"

"How can I not know." Rong Feng whispered, "You are Mu Jin, Princess Jin of Xiqiang, and the one I love."

At this moment, all the noise outside the camp was gone.

"I am the prince of the enemy country." Mu Jin said nonchalantly.

A small smile appeared on Rong Feng's determined face.

"You can just be Mu Jin." He said.

Only Mu Jin?

These words made Mu Jin completely awake. She looked at the pitying eyes that were close at hand, and she waved his arm and knocked his hand away.

"I can only be Mu Jin, or can you only be Rong Feng?" Mu Jin stood up and squinted, "You know your position at the moment, you are Dayan's general Rong! Dayan invades/ In other countries, it’s not enough to level one Xiqiang, and now he stretches his hand to Dongchuan. Yu Wenrui is a cruel executioner, and you are the knife in Yu Wenrui's hand."

She was stern: "This is aggression! Isn't it in Yan Ren's eyes that if I wait for the "barbarian", the only result of not returning to Da Yan is death?"

Rong Feng looked at her in silence.

"But don't say anything?" Mu Jin sneered, "You don't even know who we are, so how can you persuade me."

"If I say..."

"enough."

Mu Jin made an expression that she did not want to continue, she turned her head and did not look at Rong Feng's eyes, "General Rong, give you one last chance, disappear from me, otherwise Dongchuan's soldiers are waiting for you."

Seeing the decisiveness on her face, Rong Feng stopped for a moment, and finally walked away.

"General."

Rong Feng stopped.

"For the sake of the past few chestnut cakes, let me remind you that if you are still cruel, Dayan's battle situation will only get worse."

"Stop talking here."

...

Rong Feng followed the way he came, without disturbing anyone, and quietly returned to his camp.

Duchamp stood up and looked at him with concern: "Is the general safe?"

Rong Feng froze for a moment unnoticeably, and the little confusion he had all over his body disappeared, and he returned to a calm appearance. "A military teacher came here late at night, do you have important things?"

Seeing that he was unwilling to talk in detail, Du Shang stopped pursuing it. Instead, he took out a secret letter from his arms and handed it over with both hands, "Just now Yanjing came to the emergency report."

Rong Feng's eyes paused slightly, and his outstretched hand stopped for a moment before he took it.

Duchamp noticed that something was wrong with him, and did not rush to ask, watching Rong Feng read it carefully from beginning to end, he handed the letter to him.

Duchamp quickly skipped it with a glance, and immediately extracted the important information.

"The emperor personally ordered Miss Xu to be executed?" He showed a little astonishment.

After all, in his impression, Xu Luzhao, who had been locked up in the camp, did not seem to have a direct connection with the supreme Ninth Five-Year Lord.

Xu Luzhao's behavior is very hateful, but it will not hinder the emperor's eyes, let him personally order her to be executed, right?

Rong Feng did not answer, and Mu Jin's voice when he was parting flashed through his mind.

Saying he is cruel... is it about Xu Luzhao?

Rong Feng is not a stupid person after all. He mixed his inexhaustible clues together, and instantly understood the meaning of it.

There was a complicated look in his eyes.

Speaking cruel words about cutting off the robe and judging righteousness, turning his head and telling him such important news again, she...will never be cruel.

"General, what shall we do?" Duchamp asked.

"Since it's the emperor's fate, let's execute it." Rong Feng said lightly.

Duchamp: "But the general was clearly thinking about the face of Old General Xu..."

"As you said, that was before." A cold color flashed in Rong Feng's eyes. "Forgetting with the enemy and betraying her military affairs is enough for her to die countless times."

Duchamp agreed, "That's as the general said, I'll give orders."

"Wait." Rong Feng stopped Duchamp before he went out. He thought for a while, "I'll go see her."

Xu Luzhao has been locked up in a camp since she was banned by Rong Feng. She is holding a rough clother, and her eyes are muttering something bitterly. A bowl of fragments is held by her. In his hand, he slashed towards Xiaoburen.

Xiaobu people are already riddled with defects.

"Mu Jinwen, you will surely be like this clother, festering all over, not going to die..."

"Cousin will come back to me, he will."

She remembered the message and smiled cheerfully, as if she had seen her plan succeed.

Suddenly, the tightly guarded door was opened, and Xu Luzhao looked up dullly, and a silent person was thrown at her feet.

Xu Luzhao shivered with fright, staring blankly at the person who came in, and burst out with a surprised look: "Cousin! Have you come to see me?"

She threw the rag doll away without looking at the people at her feet. She was about to rush into Rong Feng's arms, "I knew, cousin, you will definitely not let me go. My father is trying to save me. Your father died--"

She certainly did not succeed.

The two guards, one on the left and the other on the right, pressed her to the ground without allowing her to resist.

"Cousin?" Xu Luzhao looked up blankly, but only saw Rong Feng's cold face.

Duchamp had picked up the rag doll she threw away and presented it to Rong Feng's hand.

Rong Feng looked down and saw the tattered doll and the three words "Mu Jinwen" written on it. His fingers tightened and he almost pinched the doll in his waist.

Seeing that there was no trace of warmth in Xu Luzhao's eyes, he threw the doll in front of her and said coldly: "You did this?"

Xu Luzhao has been detained for a long time, and her mind may not be so bright. She looked at Ragdoll, then at Rong Feng, and suddenly struggled.

"No, it's not me! Cousin, let me go out. If my father sees you treat me this way, he will be sad..."

Rong Feng sighed, "How face do you mention your father?"

Duchamp looked unbearable: "General Xu was loyal all his life, and he died for Dayan, and what did you do as his only daughter?"

Xu Luzhao glared at him fiercely: "I don't know what you are talking about."

Rong Feng had no intention of entanglement with her too much, and motioned to press her head in front of the person before, "Recognize well, who is this."

Helping Xu Luzhao pass the news, after hearing that the soldier she will marry him will die, staring at Xu Luzhao stunnedly, making her tremble violently.

"I don't know him," she murmured.

"Since I'm standing here, it shows that the evidence is solid, and you have no way to quibble." Rong Feng said in a deep voice, "I don't know why you would do this, but Dayan has not tolerated you. From your father's perspective, I'll give you a decent thing, and you can do it yourself."

A sharp dagger was thrown in front of Xu Luzhao.

She trembled more severely, and looked at Rong Feng incredulously, "Cousin, you...want me to die?"

"As soon as you spread the first military report to Dongchuan, leading to heavy casualties of General Dayan, you should expect to have today's result." Rong Feng said.

Xu Luzhao's shoulders trembled, her head lowered, and her crazy expression disappeared when she raised it again, instead she changed into a tearful face.

"Cousin, you know that I did all this for you... Mu Jinwen is an eunuch, you must not be deceived by her again, go astray, you will put the Rong family to shame!"

Duchamp didn't know what to say: "Miss Xu, has the general humiliated the Rong family? It's not your turn to say that you don't have a surname, right?"

Xu Luzhao looked at him with pin-piercing eyes.

Du Shang did not move: "What's more, even if Mu... is an eunuch, it has nothing to do with you harming Dayan? Could it be that Mr. Mu asked you to do it?"

Xu Luzhao panicked: "That...that's..."

Seeing Rong Feng's expressionless face, she was taken aback for a moment, and her expression suddenly became vicious.

"Yes, it was from me." She raised her neck. "What magic power does Mu Jinwen have that made you abandon me because of her! My cousin kicked me out of Xu's house because of her instigation. You." She sternly accused Rong Feng, "My cousin actually confined me in this small camp because of her, and let me fend for myself!"

"Damn she! Damn Dayan too! Since none of you care about me, why can't I kill all of you?"

Duchamp watched her crazy face and whispered: "General, she is crazy."

Rong Feng let go of the fist clenched tightly behind him, and his tone eased for the first time.

"The Xu family will thank Mu Jin...wen. They were not implicated by you because they drove you out of the Xu family." Rong Feng "If you didn't instigate my subordinates and reveal the military situation, you could have waited for the end of the war to be over. I sent it back to Yanjing. At that time, you will still be the orphan of General Xu and the noble girl in Beijing."

Xu Luzhao laughed twice and said sarcastically, "What about you? You still won't marry me, but go to the shameless eunuch, don't you?"

"Don't call her that!"

Rong Feng realized the exposure of his emotions, took a deep breath and turned around.

"Go to your father and sue him for me." His voice was a little tired. "I watched his daughter become a traitor, and I am ashamed of the blood he shed on this land."

As he said, he left Xu Luzhao's screams and spiteful curses behind him, and strode out of the camp.

On the other side, Mu Jin sent Rong Feng away and sat in front of the bed thinking for a long time. Her mind was still confused. She kicked on her shoes angrily, slumped on the bed, and fell asleep until dawn.

She didn't wake up spontaneously, but was woken up by an off-book dispute.

"Bai Yao, this king doesn't want to hurt you because of Huiqing's face. Now this king has something important to ask the princess, you let me go!"

Bai Yao's voice with a smile was very cold: "Majesty, if you want to find a princess, please stay here and report it first, otherwise, if you rush into your daughter's boudoir early in the morning, I am afraid that even the prince would be unreasonable. "

Rah: "This king says it again, get out of the way! Otherwise, don't blame this king for doing it."

"What's the matter? Early in the morning, the king was so angry that he wanted to forcefully break into my camp. Would he still want to do something against my subordinates?"

Just as Rah couldn't help but let Bai Yao fall, the curtain behind him was lifted, and Mu Jin walked out coldly and stood in front of Bai Yao.

Feng's eyes stared at Lahe, a serpent-like coldness appeared.

"Could it be that the king forgot, the agreement between us?"

Rah looked at her, a trace of obsession flashed across her shrewd eyes, and was immediately covered by anger.

"I'm afraid it is the princess who forgot the agreement." He said, "It was said at the beginning that you and I will get what you need, and you will not interfere with each other. Why do you want to disclose the wind and kill my spies?"

"This is new." Mu Jin didn't look surprised, but smiled gloomily, "I came back drunk yesterday, and today the king came to my door to ask the teacher, but he didn't leave the camp account for a single step. The king accused Where did I start to kill your spy?"

"The princess doesn't have to hide it." Lahe said, "Since the princess intends to kill her, she must have known that she and Dongchuan have contacted me, but I don't know why the princess did this. I have one more spy in Dayan, no Is it better for us?"

Mu Jin looked coldly at him, pretending to be reasonable, and taking the lead in occupying the moral high ground. There is a kind of "sure enough" to know.

All previous speculations were confirmed at this time.

"Since the king said so, I want to ask the king too." Mu Jin's voice is low and soft, and suddenly he is the fearsome **** chief in Yan Palace. "The king knows that you and I are a community of interests, and I treat the king. Treat each other frankly, but don't know that the king is hiding spies and concealing information...what is the intention?"