Married to a nemesis

The surrounding Song army cavalry approached the food like hungry wolves, getting closer and closer to him.

Yuan Ji Nian was still lying flat on the ground, pretending to be dead with his eyes closed.

"This week the crown prince...will not die, right?" Song Jun and several people had already arrived, surrounded him in a circle, and watched him on horseback.

A man poked Yuan Ji Nian with a sharp gun in his hand.

There were also a few horses with their heads bowed, their noses sniffing left and right of Yuan Jinian's body.

Yuan Ji Nian felt the heat wave exhaled from the horse's nose, but still did not move.

"It doesn't matter, let's talk about it after killing!" One of the generals of the Song Army said.

Don't, my family!

Yuan Ji Nian was about to get up from the ground immediately after hearing the words, but before he could move, a horse neighed next to his ear, and hot liquid splashed on his face, and the collar on his chest He was also grabbed violently.

When Yuan Ji Nian opened his eyes, his body had already been lifted onto the horse's back, and the dozen or so Song soldiers and war horses who had surrounded him just now fell to the ground, with a small water-blue arrow sticking out of their chests.

Thinking of what was splashed on his face just now, Yuan Ji Nian raised his hand to touch his face.

Putting down his hand, he saw that there was a pool of blood on the palm of his hand.

And the person who killed them was right in front of him.

Pei Qianqing's clothes still had their Song people's blood on them, so he rode on the horse and walked over the Song people's corpses.

Another group of people noticed the movement here and galloped over on horseback.

Pei Qian flung a few small arrows out of her sleeves, and she acted fiercely and decisively. With a slight smile, the Song soldiers who surrounded her fell down.

He rode through the Song soldiers, where the horses neighed, corpses formed mountains, and blood flowed into rivers.

Looking around, in the bloody camp, there were not many Song soldiers left standing.

But perhaps at the last moment, all Song soldiers gathered and formed a circle, enclosing Pei Qian and him on the horse.

"kill--"

Yuan Ji Nian couldn't bear to think about the result anymore.

If this continues, the Song army here will be wiped out sooner or later.

let's go.

Yuan Ji Nian tugged at his cuff anxiously.

"No matter how scared Your Highness is, you don't have to grab my sleeves, do you?" Pei Qian turned her head sideways, her eyes twitching mockingly.

What do you mean grabbing his sleeve?

Yuan Ji Nian looked down and said, "Oh."

He rubbed his hand on Pei Qian's sleeve a few more times, seeing that the blue sleeve was stained into a strange and ugly color by the blood on his hand, he let go of his hand and dropped the sleeve.

As if he had just touched something dirty, Yuan Ji Nian wiped the horse's back a few times in disgust.

If people really turned into ghosts after death, he only hoped that those Song soldiers who died would follow the blood trail and seek revenge on Pei Qian.

It's a pity that he is right behind Pei Qian, but he can't do anything, and he was laughed at.

Song soldiers coming from all directions were staring at them on the horse, Pei Qian's attitude was still calm, as if no one was in his eyes.

He just raised his voice and ordered to the outermost team: "Keep two alive, and don't let the other one go."

The Zhou army team surrounded outside received the order, but they didn't really set up their plans.

"The little beauty doesn't need us, we just watch from the sidelines." A leader outside the queue sat on a horse, watching the scene inside leisurely.

The others also stayed on their horses calmly and unhurriedly.

Yuan Ji Nian watched Pei Qian kill Song soldiers one after another, but he could only watch helplessly, letting the hot blood sprayed all over his face.

The remaining Song soldiers ranged from fifty to twenty, and in the end, there were only two left in Song Bing's hands.

"These two are tied up and brought to my tent." Pei Qian's horse trotted around the corpse, the sound of the horse's hooves stepping on the burning flames made Pei Qian's voice without any warmth, "Take another count. Casualties."

After finishing the order, Pei Qian turned his horse's head and finally got out of the group of corpses.

Yuan Ji Nian turned his head to look at the flames that were left behind, his eyes glowed red.

Watching a fight in another capacity can be described as a kind of torment.

"What are you going to do with those two people?" Yuan Ji Nian turned his head, his eyes blank.

"If you are sensible, you may die a little later." Pei Qian's words drifted into Yuan Jinian's ears along with the cool wind, "Why, Your Highness is interested in this matter?"

"Just curious."

The wild horse sped up again, Yuan Ji Nian tilted his body, and threw himself on Pei Qian's back, subconsciously grabbing Pei Qian's waist.

The horse stopped.

Yuan Jinian's hand loosened Pei Qian's waist.

The wind blew Pei Qian's hair, and there was a faint fragrance.

Angry again?

While Yuan Ji Nian was still guessing secretly, a white handkerchief was handed in front of him.

There was no one else, and Pei Qian didn't bother to give him a good face, and her tone was not very friendly: "Your Highness, if you want to cry, just wipe your tears, and when you're done, go back to the camp to rest."

"???" Yuan Ji Nian took the handkerchief, cursed a few words in his heart, wiped the blood from his face with the handkerchief, and stuffed it into his sleeve carelessly.

When the horse reached their tent, it finally stopped.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?" Liu Yiwen seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

Yuan Ji Nian was about to answer when he was blocked by Pei Qian's words.

Pei Qian got off the horse, smiling like a fresh plum blossom, but her casual words were harsh: "However, a few thieves invaded, His Royal Highness was too scared to speak."

Yuan Ji Nian: I can go to your...

He was thrown onto the horse by himself, and just watched Pei Qian waving his fan and entering the tent.

"Your Highness, let's go back inside and have a rest. It's already four o'clock." Liu Yiwen looked up at the sky, "I'm afraid there will be rain tomorrow."

With Liu Yiwen's support, Yuan Jinian got off his horse, and together with Liu Yiwen, went into the camp to rest.

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Yuan Jinian sat up from the bed, his hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, and it smeared messily on his face, but it made his brows and eyes look deeper.

When he woke up and opened his eyes, Liu Yiwen in the same camp had disappeared.

Yuan Ji Nian took a breath.

Just now I dreamed about the scene of the military training in the past again.

But after waking up, the healthy shouts of the soldiers and generals during the drill continued in my ears.

I closed my eyes, but the sound still existed.

Not a dream.

There was a real shout in his ear.

The shout was just outside, Yuan Ji Nian put on his clothes and walked in the direction of the shout.

Outside the fence, he stopped.

Inside is an open field, under the sun, the crowd inside are training with weapons.

Sitting at the front of the hundreds of people was Pei Qian.

He was dressed in green clothes, and the blood stains from last night were no longer on his clothes. He was leaning back on the armchair and shaking a fan, his hair fluttering in the breeze. Compared to other people, he looked quite comfortable.

Having practiced the team so early, Yuan Ji Nian knew what Pei Qian was anxious about without asking him personally.

This is rushing to attack Da Song.

Yuan Ji Nian walked in and stood beside Pei Qian.

It was necessary for him to find out from Pei Qian.

"Your Highness is awake?" Pei Qian glanced at him coldly and returned to the team.

After a while, he stood up unhurriedly and gave up his seat: "Your Highness saw so much blood last night, it must be because of a nightmare that you got up late?"

What Pei Qian said still had thorns in it. Yuan Ji Nian just woke up, his mind was still confused, and he didn't have the heart to reply.

He asked straightforwardly: "When do you plan to attack?"

"Your Highness has always talked about destroying the Song Dynasty in the past. Presumably, except for the emperor, no one looks forward to Song's destruction of the country more than Your Highness."

Pei Qian shook her fan, her long eyelashes twitched like butterfly wings, "Your Highness knows that His Highness is eager to attack Song, so he set the battle tonight. Is Your Highness happy?"

"..."

The smile on Yuan Ji Nian's face deepened: Thank you to your family, I am very happy.

The author has something to say: Ma:? ? ?

Why did you put it on me?

Yuan Ji Nian: I love him to death, so much so that when I hear my wife's voice, my hands are going to go numb, and I want to strangle him every moment. It's impossible for anyone to love him more than me (the tone is accentuated)! (smile jpg)

Pei Qian: Do you love me that much? !

Pre-acquisition "The Demon Lord Has a Little Puppet" copywriting:

One day, the Mozun got a little puppet, which was [-]% similar in appearance to the Lord Wanhuazong of the Immortal World.

Everyone said that Mozun was thinking of Wanhua Immortal again.

But Mozun himself was at a loss: "Who is Wanhua Xianzun? Did he ascend from Wanhua Building?"

Everyone looked sympathetic: "The devil who has been chasing Wanhua Xianzun for tens of thousands of years has finally let go."

"Probably the sword of Wanhua Immortal Venerable completely hurt the little devil's heart."

But there are also people who don't believe it: "The little devil must be pretending to be amnesiac to lie to himself, alas, I just don't want to mention that part of the past."

Everyone didn't know that every night in the devil's lair, when the devil fell asleep, the little puppet who accompanied him was trying to digest the memory thrown to him by the devil.

When Mozun No.90 woke up nine times, the little puppet stretched out his hand and began to touch his head, looking at him with bright eyes.

When he woke up for the 99th time, the little puppet hugged him and called his name softly.

Mozun found that his little puppet was becoming more and more abnormal. When he encountered a siege, the little puppet blocked him.

After he was allergic to pollen, the little puppet went to find the best doctor for him.

He was misunderstood, abandoned, ridiculed and betrayed by everyone, and the little puppet still stayed by his side, and he couldn't be driven away.

When he woke up for the 99th time, the little puppet was sleeping next to him.

Mozun looked at his half-naked body and was furious: "What are you doing!"

The little puppet rubbed his eyes, slipped into his arms aggrievedly, and said in a low voice, "I was the one who was sorry for you..."

It's a warm and sweet text at first glance.

Conception: I hope that everyone's affection will not be let down