my prime minister my wife

Mu Yan smiled lightly, with relief on his lips, but then, a white dress suddenly caught his eyes.

Xiao Jiuge in front of him rushed towards him on a horse, his eyes could not hide the worry.

Mu Yan couldn't help laughing.

It turns out that this person can still see what he most wants to see before he dies...

After Xiao Jiuge rode his horse towards Mu Yan, drawing his sword, he blocked the feathered arrows that were about to hit Mu Yan.

Turning his head, Xiao Jiuge's voice was filled with panic: "Mu Yan, are you hurt?"

God knows that just now Xiao Jiuge felt his heart skip a beat when he saw the rain of arrows hit Mu Yan, and when he realized it, he had already rushed to Mu Yan's body without thinking of his own. The front blocked the arrow for him.

Mu Yan looked at Xiao Jiuge who was shielding him from countless feathered arrows in front of him, and murmured, "Jiu Ge..."

Hearing Mu Yan's voice, Xiao Jiuge threw out a sword flower from the sword in his hand, blocking the feather arrow that struck again.

Then he took out a small jade bottle from his sleeve and handed it to Mu Yan: "The antidote."

Mu Yan took the antidote and swallowed it without hesitation.

After seeing Mu Yan taking the antidote, Xiao Jiuge turned to the lieutenant beside Mu Yan and said, "General Wang, please take Mu Yan down, and don't let him have any accidents while his internal strength is recovering." .”

But when Xiao Jiuge was distracted to order the lieutenant, a feathered arrow passed through the air and pointed directly at Xiao Jiuge.

In the next second, blood flowers bloomed, and the feathered arrow actually penetrated Xiao Jiuge's left shoulder.

With the blood flying up, Mu Yan's pupils shrank, and then he looked coldly at a certain place in the South Vietnamese army.

At that moment, there was a terrifying hostility in his eyes.

Xiao Jiuge turned his head to look at the lieutenant general who was stunned in place, and said in a bad tone, "General Wang, take Mu Yan down soon, is it possible that you want to disobey the military order?"

Hearing Xiao Jiuge's order, General Wang immediately helped Mu Yan who had lost strength at this time, and he looked at Xiao Jiuge worriedly: "Prime Minister, your injury..."

"Nothing." Xiao Jiuge's cold voice came: "You just need to be responsible for taking care of Prince Mu."

Afterwards, Xiao Jiuge turned his head, and he looked at Mu Yan who was leaning on General Wang because he lost his strength.

The corners of his lips hooked slightly, and he said softly: "Protect yourself, don't make me worry."

Turning around, Xiao Jiuge held the feather arrow that had penetrated his left shoulder, and exerted a little force.

In an instant, the feathered arrow turned into powder and dissipated in the air, touching several acupoints, Xiao Jiuge stopped the bleeding arrow wound.

He said to another lieutenant beside him: "General Wu listens to the order, and now the [-] Dongli army will be led by Zhenxiang for the time being."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Jiuge's eyes froze, and he ordered: "Attack."

Then, holding a long sword in his hand, he lightly stepped on the back of the horse with his toes, and rushed forward.

After receiving the order, the [-] Dongli army followed the white figure in front of them.

Xiao Jiuge, who was dressed in white on the battlefield, was like a white god of death, and like the Shura in hell, everywhere he passed was filled with the breath of death.

But no matter how powerful Xiao Jiuge is, with his own strength, he will not be able to withstand the tens of thousands of troops from South Vietnam on the opposite side.

Xiao Jiuge swung his sword and threw a sword flower, defeating the Nanyue soldiers who were attacking him.

But when he wasn't paying attention, an arrow shot through the crowd and pointed at him.

A white light flashed, and it was Mu Yan who appeared to block the arrow.

Seeing Mu Yan who was safe and sound at this time, Xiao Jiuge asked, "Has your internal strength recovered?"

Mu Yan replied, "Eighty percent."

After listening, Xiao Jiuge frowned slightly, and ordered to Mu Yan: "Go back! Don't mess around."

Mu Yan saw the worry in Xiao Jiuge's eyes, he comforted Xiao Jiuge and said, "Basically, it's enough to deal with them."

Afterwards, without Xiao Jiuge's attention, Mu Yan jumped forward and rushed forward.

Mu Yan's target was not General Mo of the South Vietnam, nor the deputy general of the South Vietnam. His target was just a small soldier, an extremely inconspicuous South Vietnamese soldier.

But Xiao Jiuge noticed that the Nanyue soldier was actually the soldier who shot an arrow through his shoulder just now.

Xiao Jiuge's heart turned a thousand times, he knew that Mu Yan was avenging him.

In fact, it doesn't have to be like this, a little soldier, Xiao Jiuge hasn't put him in his eyes yet.

In the front, the little soldier had no power to fight back in Mu Yan's hands.

In front of Mu Yan, the little soldier fell down straight.

Mu Yan wiped off the blood spurted from his face when he killed the soldier just now, and said softly: "It's cheaper for him."

Today's Mu Yan is so intimidating and frightening. At this time, he is full of hostility, just like the evil spirit in hell who came to ask for his life. In the eyes of those South Vietnamese soldiers, Mu Yan is comparable to just now Xiao Jiuge is much more terrifying.

After killing the soldier, Mu Yan turned his head, his eyes full of hostility were looking at General Mo.

The eyes were so indifferent, as if looking at a dead person.

At this moment, General Mo on the horse's back was numb from Mu Yan's sight.

He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, when did this frivolous boy have such a frightening aura.

With a flash of white light, Mu Yan, who was originally surrounded by South Vietnamese soldiers, rushed out, and the direction he pointed with his saber was General Mo on horseback.

Taking out his sword, Mo Kun blocked Mu Yan's menacing moves.

After a burst of sparks, Mo Kun was knocked off the horse by Mu Yan. After taking a few steps back, Mo Kun felt his right hand go numb from the shock of Mu Yan.

He looked at Mu Yan opposite him in shock, so this is his real strength?

Mo Kun felt that the Mu Yan at this time was different from the one on the horse just now, the current Mu Yan's eyes were full of hostility and anger, just like the evil spirits in hell who came to claim people's lives.

Then Mo Kun looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Good! Good! This is the aura that the legendary Lord of War should have."

Before the words fell, Mo Kun's figure flickered slightly, and he was already approaching Mu Yan in the next second.

Seeing Mo Kun's approach, Mu Yan raised his hand, seemingly casually blocking Mo Kun's fatal blow.

On the battlefield, around the two of them, sparks of war were sparked.

When the two were fighting, bursts of sword light were revealed, and sword shadows were thrown out. For a while, the two hadn't come to a conclusion.

Just when all the soldiers thought that the two of them would fight for a while.

But in the next second, Mo Kun, who was fighting with Mu Yan, took a few steps back, and then he spit out a mouthful of blood, and Mu Yan's long sword was placed on Mo Kun's neck,

Mo Kun looked at Mu Yan, and admiration flashed in his eyes: "I admit that I am indeed inferior in skills, but I will never surrender."

After saying that, Mo Kun seemed to have made up his mind, he picked up the sword in his hand, and stabbed fiercely into his chest.

Afterwards, Mo Kun fell down slowly, no longer breathing.

Putting away the sword, Mu Yan looked at the dead Mo Kun on the ground indifferently, and said lightly: "Give him a good burial, after all, there are not many people in Nanyue who have such backbone."

Seeing that General Mo was dead, the South Vietnamese soldiers on the battlefield knew that they had no chance of winning.

After the sound of the first weapon being thrown on the ground.

In the next second, the continuous sound of weapons falling to the ground also followed, and all the South Vietnamese soldiers had already surrendered.

Mu Yan turned his head. He didn't look at the South Vietnamese soldiers who had already surrendered, but at Xiao Jiuge who was standing beside him. The worry in his eyes was self-evident.

When Xiao Jiuge's eyes met Mu Yan's, the hand holding the sword couldn't help but froze, and then said lightly, "I'm fine."

Hearing this, an unknown fire rose in Mu Yan's heart, and then he walked in front of Xiao Jiuge, grabbed Xiao Jiuge's hand under Xiao Jiuge's puzzled eyes, and dragged him to the military camp where they were stationed. There is a bit of roughness in his actions.

Under the eyes of everyone, Xiao Jiuge couldn't get angry directly with Mu Yan, so he had to let Mu Yan drag him away from the battlefield. When he was out of the sight of the soldiers, Xiao Jiuge shook his hands dissatisfied, Yan still held the taboo and did not let go.

Xiao Jiuge had no choice but to softly say: "It hurts..."

After finishing speaking, Mu Yan hurriedly let go of Xiao Jiuge's hand, and said, "Jiu Ge, I'm sorry..."

There was guilt in his tone.

Xiao Jiuge rubbed his sore wrist: "It's nothing."

For a long time, Mu Yan was silent, and then he said: "I'm just blaming myself, why am I so weak that I can't even protect you."

Xiao Jiuge was startled, but then he realized that what Suo Muyan was talking about was the arrow wound he had just received, and he said with a smile: "You were in a special situation at the time, and besides, this small injury couldn't hurt me."

Looking at Xiao Jiuge with a smile on his face, Mu Yan felt his heart tighten. He stepped forward and hugged the man in front of him: "Jiu Ge, there will be no next time..."

Xiao Jiuge could feel the trembling in Mu Yan's hands who were hugging him at this moment.

Stretching out his hand, he patted Mu Yan's back lightly, and the corners of his lips curled slightly: "Okay."

When Mu Yan hurriedly broke into the barracks and heard about Xia Qing.

Everyone thought that Lord Mu had suffered some serious injury, but Xia Qing was reported so urgently that the soldiers outside the account couldn't help but riot.

But it wasn't until Xia Qing rushed to Mu Yan's tent that the soldiers at the side learned that it was not Prince Mu who was injured, but the man in white beside him.

So they couldn't help guessing who that man was, who would make Prince Mu pay so much attention to him.

All the soldiers lying outside the tent turned around at the same time, and looked at the lieutenant behind them who was lying on the tent with them and peeking at the situation inside: "General Wang, who is that person inside? Why did the prince pay so much attention to it?"

General Wang smiled bitterly: "You don't know, but he is Dongli's famous right-hand minister."

Afterwards, the soldiers couldn't help gasping, and suddenly there was a dissatisfied voice from the crowd: "General Wang, he is obviously only the prime minister, just take care of his political affairs in the court, and come here to make trouble on our battlefield!" What a mess."

General Wang looked at the young soldier who was not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf among the soldiers, his face was a bit ugly, and then he said in a deep voice: "You must not say this in front of the prime minister." This sound seemed to be a warning, but the tone was And with a hint of fear.

The little soldier snorted softly: "General Wang, why can't you say it! The prime minister is a civil servant, how can he interfere so much in our battlefield affairs?"

After listening, General Wang coughed lightly, and said with a complicated expression: "You boy, I have reminded you never to say this in front of that person. If you say it, I can't protect you."

Then General Wang left the crowd as if fleeing.

In a deserted place, the General Wang patted his heart lightly, and muttered with lingering fear: "Fortunately, I ran fast, otherwise I would have been stripped of my old background by that kid."

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