Your Majesty, the National Teacher is in a bad mood today

Hearing what Xu Feng said, Cheng Fu suddenly realized how big a mistake he had made.

He originally thought that this was his own decision, even if he died, it had nothing to do with others.

When making this decision, he also thought about Xu Feng, but he didn't think about it, and he didn't think about what he would do if something happened to Xu Feng. At that time, he only thought about coming to question Ye Tang.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry, I didn't think about this..." Cheng Fu gritted his teeth, his voice shaking violently.

Xu Feng closed his eyes tiredly, and didn't speak any more, he seemed to be tired.

Cheng Fu quickly hugged him tightly.

"I know the relationship between the two of us. I provoked you first. I'm sorry... I really didn't think about it!" Cheng Fu growled a little excitedly.

"It's okay, let's go back." Xu Feng reached out and hugged Cheng Fu's body tightly, and hugged him up.

"I really didn't think about what you would do if I wasn't here...I know now." Cheng Fu gritted his teeth and said again.

"Well, it's good to know." Xu Feng sighed with reddish eyes.

Cheng Fu sniffed, hugged Xu Feng's neck tightly, and complained, "Back me."

"Okay." Xu Feng responded.

Cheng Fu quickly lay on Xu Feng's back, wrapped his legs around his waist, and then put his chin on his shoulder.

Xu Feng took his own and Cheng Fu's sword, handed it to Cheng Fu, and asked him to hold it, while he supported Cheng Fu's thigh with both hands, and supported him on his body.

"You beat people very hard." Cheng Fu lay on his back and suddenly muffled.

"You're fine if you didn't get killed." Xu Feng's voice was cold.

But if you listen carefully, you can hear a trembling feeling.

Cheng Fu knew that Xu Feng was also feeling bad, so he silently lay on his back and kept silent.

When Xu Feng went out with Cheng Fu on his back, Ye Tang was talking to a handsome man outside.

Seeing them coming out, both of them turned their heads to look over.

"Thank you... National Teacher." Xu Feng looked at Ye Tang and thanked him hoarsely.

This was the first national teacher he called after seeing Ye Tang.

He knew that if it wasn't for Ye Tang today, Cheng Fu would have really died.

Even if Ye Tang is hostile to them now, he still respects this person from the bottom of his heart, no matter what, he still wants to call him a national teacher again.

Ye Tang looked at Xu Feng, nodded slightly, did not speak, but handed Xu Feng a bottle of medicine.

Xu Feng looked at the medicine bottle held by Ye Tang's knuckle fingers, hesitated for a while, then freed up a hand to take it, and held it tightly in the palm of his hand: "...Thank you."

"I'll let Zixi lead the way for you." Ye Tang nodded and said softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the handsome-looking man beside him quickly nodded and said to him, "This way."

Xu Feng nodded slightly, then followed Su Zixi to leave.

After Han Jin learned that Ye Tang would return, he withdrew his troops and told all the soldiers not to fight anymore.

For several days in a row, he didn't think about eating or drinking, and couldn't sleep at night because he tossed and turned, thinking about when Ye Tang would come back.

Until late at night on the sixth day, with a gust of wind blowing in the direction of their barracks, a ferocious fire hit the place where they stored food, and the fire even spread to the depths of the barracks.

Dongling attacked Beiyang unprepared.

Everyone thought they didn't need to fight anymore, and they were caught off guard in an extremely relaxed state.

In the sky full of flames, Han Jin looked at Ye Tang's figure from a distance, and couldn't even shed tears.

Ye Tang's military uniform was illuminated into silver by the light of the fire, and his face was also flickering in and out of light, making it hard to see clearly.

The two looked at each other across the fire.

Ye Tang held a bow and arrow in his hand, and looked at Han Jin indifferently, with no emotion in his eyes.

It was Ye Tang who set the fire.

Ye Tang visited their barracks six days ago and found out the location of the granary, so this time the bow and arrow with fire shot directly at the granary without any hesitation.

Burning their granary, they lost the chance to fight for a long time, not even a few days.

But what hurt Han Jin the most was that Ye Tang lied to him again.

This was the first time that Han Jin looked at him with very disappointed eyes.

In the fire that filled the sky, Han Jin and Ye Tang looked at each other for a long time, and finally they didn't rush to Ye Tang's side recklessly.

This time, he turned and left.

This battle lasted for two years.

Beiyang Kingdom's millions of elite soldiers were all lost in this war, but Han Jin would be defeated if he met Ye Tang.

After two years, Ye Tang really attacked the imperial city of Beiyang all the way.

It was the season of deep winter at this time, and a big fire was burning in the palace. At the same time, there was still snow flying in the sky, and large flakes of snowflakes were falling down one after another.

Han Jin stood in front of the Golden Luan Hall, which he was all too familiar with. The black robe was blown away by the cold wind, and the sleeves were also filled with wind.

The style of deep winter is extraordinarily cold, scraping Han Jin's face like a knife.

The palace is still the palace it used to be, but it is already in dilapidated condition, and there are traces of fierce battles everywhere.

Han Jin stood alone in front of the hall, surrounded by soldiers led by Nangongying.

And the people in Beiyang have been captured by them, and the heads of several generals are still bleeding warm blood on the ground.

Mo An was kneeled on the ground by dozens of people who were humiliating him. He was injured all over, but he was still struggling unwillingly.

Holding the long sword named Ling Shuang in his hand, Han Jin looked blankly and looked at the people in front of him one by one.

There was no one he wanted to see.

"Have you considered it clearly? Do you want to surrender? Beiyang has already been defeated, and there is no point in resisting any longer." Nangong Ying sneered proudly as she stood opposite Han Jin.

Han Jin slowly raised his eyes to look at him, and the once vigorous young man now had a more desperate expression.

"What about him? I want to see him again." Han Jin said hoarsely.

Nangong Ying laughed out loud when she heard the words: "Do you think he still wants to see you? I can win without him? Are you so naive!"

Han Jin smiled dejectedly: "It's also..."

After finishing speaking, he slowly raised the long sword in his hand, and placed the sword in front of him.

"Your Majesty!" Mo An opened his eyes wide and shouted at him with all his strength.

His tears fell almost uncontrollably.

It is said that men do not shed tears lightly, but at this moment he burst into tears.

He roared so hard that he tasted blood in his throat, "Your Majesty! Don't...don't surrender! You can still fight! You can still fight! Don't surrender!!! Your Majesty!"

Han Jin's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked at Mo An with a dull expression.

I don't know how long it took before he murmured softly: "I won't fight anymore... I won't fight anymore... If he wants to win, I will let him win. If he wants me to die, then I will die... I lost……"

Seeing Han Jin's slumped look, Nangongying felt an indescribable joy in her heart, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

The laughter was so sharp and piercing that it almost gave goosebumps all over your body.

"Don't... you can still fight! Don't surrender!!" Mo An struggled to the point of collapse, roaring loudly.

But Han Jin looked at Nangong Ying slowly as if he couldn't hear his words.

"The ancestors are above, the child is not filial, and failed to guard the country of Beiyang...Beiyang changed hands today and surrendered to Dongling." Han Jin gritted his teeth and said every word in a hoarse voice.

"No!!!" Mo An let out a sharp roar, and actually tore his throat directly, completely lost his voice, and could no longer make a sound.

Holding the hilt of the sword in one hand, Han Jin slowly bent one leg, half-knelt down facing Nangong Ying, and directly grasped the sharp blade of the sword with the other hand. His palm was instantly cut by the blade, dripping with blood.

Nangongying looked at him with a sneer, her eyes filled with contempt and disdain.

Han Jin clenched his teeth, and let out a beast-like whimper from his throat.

He hung his head in humiliation.

A moment later, he began to exert force in his hand, and with a crisp sound, his saber was snapped and snapped in two.

The palm of his left hand was also a bloody mess.

Nangong Ying finally laughed loudly: "Hahahahahaha! Come here! Take this subjugated slave to me and wait for his punishment. Oh, by the way, doesn't he like Ye Tang, so I will imprison him before Ye Tang Where to live!"

Immediately, two people came out from behind Nangong Ying in response, and took Han Jin down.

Han Jin didn't resist at all, and followed them directly to Yanqing Hall.

That night, Han Jin sat in Yanqing Hall until late at night.

There were two people guarding the door, but it was unnecessary, Han Jin had no intention of running away.

After midnight, a third person suddenly appeared outside the door.

"Let me in." Ye Tang's voice sounded.

Hearing Ye Tang's voice, Han Jin slightly trembled his eyelashes, raised his eyes to look at the shadow outside, but didn't dare to feel any disturbance in his heart anymore.

He was really afraid of Ye Tang's methods.

He didn't dare to take action against Ye Tang, and he lost Beiyang's country for life.

Even so, he still loves him so damn much that he's going crazy.

"My lord has ordered, don't let anyone see." The guard outside the door said in embarrassment.

"Just say a few words." Ye Tang's voice was still calm.

The man was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "The young man searched his body and confirmed that the military division didn't bring anything, so he let you in."

"En." Ye Tang responded in a low voice.

Not long after, Ye Tang was let in by the two of them.

When the door opened, there was a gust of icy wind and snow, which was so cold that one's bones were almost numb.

Ye Tang still came here in the cold white clothes, with some snow falling on his black hair, his whole body still looked spotless.

Han Jin sat on the ground and looked up at him without saying a word, there was no other expression in those empty eyes.

Ye Tang stepped forward slowly, walked in front of Han Jin, squatted down slowly, and stretched out his arms to gently wrap his arms around his neck.