The King of War, he has a delicate body and a soft body

Jiang Weijing looked down at Jiang Rongyuan, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

"you……"

Jiang Rongyuan opened his eyes desperately, holding Jiang Weijing's hand tighter and tighter, and his rapid breathing sounded like a broken bellows.

"Father?"

Jiang Weijing seemed to have difficulty hearing what he wanted to say, so he bent down to his ear.

No one could see his expression, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

In a voice that only the two of them could hear, he whispered, "Go to hell...Father..."

The words fell——

Jiang Rongyuan's fingers that held him tightly suddenly stiffened.

Then it fell heavily.

"Holy Lord!!!"

No one expected that this would happen, and they were all stunned for a while.

After a long time, someone said softly: "Your Majesty... passed away...?"

"The Holy One has passed away!"

"The Holy One has passed away!!!"

Jiang Rongyuan died in front of the formation, causing considerable panic to the Donglai Army.

After coming back to their senses, they all looked at the huge Beiming Army on the opposite side.

Several generals had already drawn their swords and made expressions as if they were ready to die.

But Jiang Yunluo said: "You guys go."

Everyone was startled.

Then their expressions changed.

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated..."

"Who wants to humiliate you?"

Jiang Yunluo didn't want to waste words with these old stubborns, so she said directly: "I said, what I want is peace between the two countries. Now that you are gone, what happens after Donglai has nothing to do with me, but if you dare to attack again, I will I will never be soft-hearted, now..."

She glanced at everyone across from her with warning eyes and said word by word: "Who else... wants to come forward?"

Silence fell.

half an hour-

The leading generals hurriedly helped Jiang Rongyuan onto his horse and led the troops to evacuate.

Everyone was still immersed in the accident just now, and some couldn't recover.

Only Jiang Weijing didn't look panicked at all.

Meeting Jiang Yunluo's meaningful eyes, she actually smiled.

Then he turned and left.

A war that had no time to start ended inexplicably.

Jiang Yunluo led the troops back to the military camp with an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Although he and Jiang Rongyuan are not really uncles and nephews.

But when she first came to this world, the other party treated her sincerely.

But now...

Sighing in her heart, Jiang Yunluo went straight to where King Cheng was.

Jiang Rongcheng had been waiting for her uneasily in the tent for a long time.

As soon as he heard the footsteps, he ran out of the tent!

"Yunluo!"

After not seeing her for a long time, Jiang Rongcheng just called her and tears filled his eyes.

"father!"

Jiang Yunluo hurried forward.

When father and daughter met, they were relatively speechless for a moment.

for a long time--

Jiang Rongcheng said: "As long as you're fine...ahem..."

Before his body recovered, he was tired from traveling all the way and started coughing while talking.

"Father, let's go in and talk."

Jiang Yunluo helped the man in. Without saying a word, she checked the man's pulse first and found that there was no toxin in his body, so she felt relieved.

The only good thing Jiang Rongyuan did was not to poison Jiang Rongcheng on the road without a sudden thought.

"Yunluo..."

Jiang Rongcheng withdrew his hand and advised: "Beiming and Donglai..."

"Dad, you don't have to say anything for now."

Jiang Yunluo interrupted her.

In some cases, it is better to let him know first.

Beiming and Donglai will definitely be unable to fight with this stick.