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"I heard that Shanchao of the Western Regions and the two countries of Xicheng jointly invaded our dynasty today. Not long ago, King Yan has led his troops to the front line."

"Really, that's really great. I hope King Yan can expel those barbarians as soon as possible and come back with a big victory!"

"Hey, what do you know! These news are outdated. Let me tell you that after King Yan rushed to the front line, he beat those barbarians to pieces and won a few games. The army is triumphant!"

"Dude, are you telling the truth?!"

"Of course, why lie to you, just wait for the good news!"

"Hahaha, if that's the case, then it's really great. Those barbarians should be beaten, they should be beaten, and King Yan should beat them bloody!"

Whispering came out with the loud laughter, Ji Linchuan's feet couldn't move half a step away, the name of his sweetheart was mentioned with joy, the feeling was complicated and hard to describe.

If they knew that King Yan had been killed by others, if they knew that the situation on the front line had changed, they would still be talking and laughing now.

"Big brother, big brother!" The trouser legs tightened, Ji Linchuan looked down, and saw Song Qingyang pulling his pants, his face was full of worry, "Let's go quickly, I'm hungry, woo."

"Okay, okay," Ji Linchuan pulled back his sanity from the daze, wrapped his arms around Song Qingyang, hugged him, and kissed him, "I'll take you to eat right now, just tell me what you want to eat."

"It's great," Song Qingyang held Ji Linchuan in great joy, held Ji Linchuan in his arms and gave Xiangxiang, and counted with his fingers, "I want to eat..."

The same thing, the child counted in dissatisfaction, Ji Linchuan listened in vain, and unconsciously took his thoughts to other places, in a trance, all kinds of messy voices mixed into his ears, buzzing into one group.

"King Yan will definitely return with a big victory."

"King Yan has done a lot of good things for us these years, and God will definitely bless him."

"Not bad, if God doesn't protect him, who else can he protect?"

……

"King Yan..."

"King Yan..."

Heh, Ji Linchuan sneered, the heavens didn't protect Mu Qing, but those wolves who were heartless!

An Tianren is incompetent, other than forcing others to obey him by coercion, he has nothing to do.Wang Enyi relied on his appearance to make a living, covering the sky with one hand in the court, but in front of the butcher's knife, he was a coward.They thought they were powerful and controlled the life and death of others, but they didn't know that they were just treacherous and evil in the eyes of the common people.

What kind of!In the face of the catastrophe, it is they who go to the front line. At the front of the war, the bodies of the soldiers are standing. And those people, besides sitting on the high position of the dragon chair, watching others sweat and sweat, can also do some things. What!

Nothing!

That being the case, why let Mu Qing sacrifice her life to guard this devastated country, it is better to destroy it!Destroy it!

Ji Linchuan's palms tightened, anger rose on his face, he turned on his toes when he was about to step into the restaurant, and walked towards the direction of Prince Yan's mansion quickly: "Qingyang, I'm tired, go back to the mansion to rest, and let Bai Jin I'll take you out to eat."

Song Qingyang paused, and hugged Ji Linchuan with her short arms, quietly and quietly.An Shunyan, who was sitting on Ahwu's back, also hugged Ahwu's neck tightly, and remained silent.

Back in the mansion, Ji Linchuan put Song Qingyang down, patted him and left him in the care of his servants, and asked Le Qi to call everyone to the study immediately, saying that he had important orders.

At the moment when the incense burned, everyone rushed to the study room. Ji Linchuan straightened his back, turned his head to meet the people who came, with determination in his eyes, and said straight to the point: "Mu Qing has passed away, we must not let him die for nothing, we must win Fulfill his last wish, expel foreign enemies, take down the country, and return the people to a clean world!"

Everyone's hearts stopped suddenly, and after a moment, they started beating violently, and a surge of chest gushed out from their chests, with a scalding temperature, evaporating the blood all over their bodies.

"Jing Han..." Jiang Fenglai's voice was choked up, and a knowing smile melted away.

Ji Linchuan finally stood up... Who is not relieved for him.

Ji Linchuan gritted his teeth, nodded with everyone, and pointed at Xu Songming horizontally, his tone was calm, with a tone that could not be refused: "Zhongliang, you send someone to spread the news, saying that King Yan led the troops to the front to expel foreign enemies. He won a few games, but the emperor listened to the slander of the villain Wang Enyi, thinking that King Yan had betrayed the enemy and the country, so when the war was approaching, he recalled King Yan to the capital and secretly sent someone to kill him, while the villain Wang Enyi sent King Yan to the capital. His corpse was given to the foreign enemy in private, and he was hung on the city wall to be humiliated. We saw that the morale of the army was broken, and we were defeated again and again, so that the foreign enemy invaded our Huan Dynasty territory and killed our people!"

Everyone was shocked, their faces were startled, but they smiled again in an instant, and said again and again: "Okay, okay, okay!"

"This plan is very good, I will do it immediately!"

"Remember," Ji Linchuan's eyes froze, and he explained to Xu Songming, "Mu Qing must be praised for his good, and the emperor and the villain are worthless. In short, we must drive the people's hatred towards the emperor and the villain. Arouse his grief over Mu Qing's death!"

"Okay! Certainly do it!"

Ji Linchuan nodded calmly, and turned to Jiang Fenglai: "Chuyun, how long will it take to gather the three armies at the Wanqi border?"

Jiang Fenglai frowned, looked at Xu Songming, and after getting the reply with his gestures, he replied: "I'm not sure, Nantong and Fangcheng often go to each other, about five days."

"Three days," Ji Linchuan raised his head suddenly, looking straight into his hesitant gaze, "Can we gather in three days? The front line can't wait."

"You mean..." Jiang Fenglai's eyes brightened, and he suddenly realized, "You decided to send our army to the front line?"

Ji Linchuan nodded: "I said, we can't let Mu Qing die for nothing, this unfinished battle is for us to fight!"

"Okay!" With a heavy tone, Jiang Fenglai clenched his fists, "Well said! As long as you give an order, the three armies will be assembled within three days!"

"No..." Ji Linchuan slowed down his deliberately raised tone, and smiled miserably, "You don't need my order, you just need to bring them the news of Mu Qing's death, and that's enough. I'm just a princess who stays at home, not The King Yan who won the hearts of the people."

"Jing Han..."

"Needless to say, let's deal with it later." Ji Linchuan waved his hand and looked away, and after a while, he returned to Jiang Fenglai's sight, "That's right, the sword that Mu Qing brought to the battlefield back then, where."

Jiang Feng paused, clapped his hands and said: "I forgot about it, his knife is here with me, and I only cared about giving it to you at that time... let's not talk about it, I will have someone give it to you later."

"Hmm..." Ji Linchuan pursed his lips lightly, raised his eyes to look at the crowd, nodded, continued to speak, and arranged the rest of the matter.

Half a day passed quietly, everyone went down to prepare after discussing, but Ji Chongde stopped Ji Linchuan at this time.

"Jing Han."

"Father." Looking back calmly, Ji Linchuan answered absent-mindedly.

"Jing Han," Ji Chongde said with bitterness, and felt that his words were pale when he wanted to say something, "You...sorrow and change."

"Father, I understand," Ji Linchuan smiled slightly, "You don't have to worry, I have my own measure."

"Jing Han," Ji Chongde patted Ji Linchuan on the shoulder, "I don't know if I should say something."

"Father, you go ahead and I'll listen."

"These words may not please you at this time, but father still has to tell you that the deceased is dead, and not only must he be strong to live, but he must also fulfill his last wish."

"Father, am I fulfilling his last wish now?" Ji Linchuan didn't understand the meaning of Ji Chongde's words.

"Jing Han, ask yourself, are you really fulfilling his last wish by yourself?"

Ji Linchuan was shocked, he was so choked up by these words that he couldn't speak anymore.

With a helpless sigh, it diffused into the land, giving birth to Kazuki's pain. Ji Chongde patted Ji Linchuan's shoulder again and again: "Jing Han, even if you are just a married princess, you are also the master of the palace. I say that , I think you understand it too. To avenge him, not only must you arouse the anger of the people, but you must stand up strong and lead them."

In an instant, my heart was surging, and a stormy sea was set off.

"Jing Han, Mu Qing is not here, and there is no one standing in front of you to protect you from the wind and rain."

After bidding farewell to Ji Chongde, Ji Linchuan swayed back to Chaolin Pavilion. At this time, on the table in the middle of the pavilion, Yan Cangling's Hengdao and Tongmodao were already placed.

These two knives, just like the armor, have no blood, clean and no mud. It can be seen that Yan Cangling has washed them and put them away before leaving the battlefield. Fang will use the Hengdao Tongmodao, which is suitable for warfare.

It's a pity that these two knives have lost their effectiveness before drinking the enemy's blood.

Ji Linchuan clenched his hands tightly, heaved a few breaths, grasped the horizontal knife suddenly, pulled out the scabbard, the gravity of the knife followed his arm, and made his arm hang down with the knife.

Bang, the familiar sound of scratching the floor sounded again, and a small crack was cut in the hard ground of Chaoling Pavilion, like a mockery, he grinned at Ji Linchuan.

Doctor Wang once said that his tendons in his hands were injured, his strength was not as strong as before, and he was not suitable for holding heavy objects. In the past, whenever he took something heavy, Yan Cangling would bring it for him with a smile.But now, the past is no longer there, and only by your own hands can you hold the weight of this knife.

Gently put down the knife, and slowly closed his tired eyes. Through the chill that the knife sent to his body, he seemed to see thousands of troops galloping on the battlefield, as if he was drinking the enemy's blood in person, and watched the enemy die with a smile. He seemed to see a man in black dazzling armor raising his long knife in front of Yaoyang, raising his arms and shouting: "Kill, kill, kill!"

The blood was rolling and boiling in the chest cavity, and the hairs all over his body exploded one by one, forming tiny goosebumps. Ji Linchuan opened his eyes abruptly, and rushed to the stable with the knife he couldn't hold, facing regret Ben Ye, who failed to go to the battlefield, swiftly slashed out of thin air.

"Ben Ye, I want to take you to the battlefield!"