The Beloved in the Palm

Chapter 261 Kill Kill Kill

"Yin Yin wants to write back?" King Xuan asked.

Xue Qingyin nodded.

When Fang Chengzhong helped to bring the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, she almost couldn't wait to grab the pen.

King Xuan narrowed his eyes: "Don't you need me to write for you?"

Xue Qingyin shook her head repeatedly: "No, no."

King Xuan pursed his lips and said in a tone: "I still remember the letter Yin Yin wrote to me before..."

She didn't write a single word.

Xue Qingyin's memory returned briefly, but how could she feel guilty?

She looked innocent and asked him: "Why? Your Highness doesn't like it?"

King Xuan: "..."

"If you don't like it, I won't do it next time." Xue Qingyin pouted.

King Xuan had no choice but to say: "...I like it."

Fang Chengzhong couldn't help but cough lightly beside him: "The ink is ground."

Xue Qingyin responded: "I'm coming." Then she walked straight to King Xuan's main seat.

There was a large desk there, where King Xuan usually looked through maps and made military plans. The chair behind the desk was wide, with patterns of flying dragons and phoenixes carved on it, enough to accommodate three people at the same time.

Today, Xue Qingyin swaggered over King Xuan's seat and lay down on the desk.

Hmm...

Xue Qingyin wrinkled her nose unhappily: "Are my arms short?"

Why is it so difficult to reach the table?

Fang Chengzhong laughed twice in the back, but didn't dare to laugh too loudly.

He coughed lightly, and hurriedly lifted the desk with the soldiers next to him and brought it closer to her.

Xue Qingyin felt relieved.

Although...

She looked down at her toes.

Hmm... her feet couldn't touch the ground.

"Bring a footstool." King Xuan said.

The messenger couldn't help but twitch his mouth when he saw this scene.

Xue Qingyin picked up the pen to complain first--

Hou Qiyun, old man, you only know to find my husband when you have something to do, and you always find fault with me when you have nothing to do.

And the army of King Wei borrowed so much grain and grass from us. I can't count, but I have to pay.

No one in the capital city gossips about me, right? I am so miserable in Yizhou. If anyone says bad things about me, please chop him up, father...

She finished writing in one go.

Xue Qingyin handed it directly to the messenger: "You go back."

The messenger glanced at the face of King Xuan on the side, and seeing that he had no intention of stopping her, he bowed deeply, saluted, and then turned around and went back, mounted his horse and left.

After the people walked away, King Xuan slowly walked back to Xue Qingyin's side and said, "Next time, Yinyin should write me a letter in person."

"Well... don't you want that?" She said and tapped her lips lightly.

King Xuan's eyes darkened, and he said in a deep voice: "...I want both."

Xue Qingyin smacked her lips: "Your Highness, why are you so greedy..."

She paused, and before King Xuan could speak again, she suddenly said: "But let's not have a next time."

King Xuan's eyes flashed, and he finally responded to her words, saying: "Yes. There will be no next time."

If we are no longer separated, how can we write letters?

In the end, King Xuan still failed to teach Xue Qingyin how to use a knife.

But he took Xue Qingyin to the tower and looked into the distance...

Xue Qingyin was stunned: "Over there... is the land of the Meng Dynasty?"

King Xuan responded: "Yes."

Xue Qingyin lay on the wall, unconsciously stretching her neck, as if she could smell the breath of ice and snow on the top of the mountain if she looked forward.

She murmured: "You are really amazing..."

Only two cities are left, and the entire Yizhou land will be taken back by King Xuan.

Next, the Meng tribe should have a headache, how to prevent this tiger from entering their territory.

Xue Qingyin couldn't help but sigh in praise.

But King Xuan hugged her from behind.

He whispered, "Not as good as Yinyin."

Xue Qingyin blushed, thinking that I still know how much I am worth. It's probably only in your heart that I am better than you.

The wind blew, blowing the flags on the city wall.

Time seemed to slow down in my ears.

Completely different from the warmth here, is the Meng tribe camp on the other side.

From the initial determination and high spirits, it quickly fell to today's retreat...

No one can accept it.

"Is it my Meng tribe that can't defeat the Liang Dynasty?" Someone gritted his teeth fiercely.

"It's just that we can't defeat King Xuan." The king of the Meng tribe is very sober and doesn't complain much.

"Even if King Xuan is not here, we can enter Yizhou, I'm afraid it's just because we have the advantage of the internal response." Another person sighed, his face full of frustration.

The more proud a person is, the more he will doubt himself if King Xuan beats him like this.

The King of Meng heard this, but he remained unshakable, saying, "Warfare is a trick, and inciting others to rebel is also a kind of military strategy?"

"But King, now we..."

Lin Gu suddenly interrupted, "Kill their people."

Lin Gu raised his head and said, "We should let Liang Dynasty taste the pain, instead of just passively being expelled by them..."

The ministers did not speak after hearing this.

But they agreed with it in their hearts.

On the contrary, the other generals did not speak. Recently, they have had many disagreements with the national teacher on the issue of fighting the enemy... Now, after hearing what Lin Gu said, they instinctively wanted to refute.

But for a moment, they did not know where to refute.

It was still the King of Meng who frowned and said, "Do you know what Liang Dynasty calls such people?"

The ministers raised their heads in confusion.

The king of the Meng clan shouted loudly: "Barbarians."

"I don't want to be a barbarian."

When the ministers thought about it, what the king said made sense.

Lin Guyi frowned and said sternly: "What barbarians? Those are just the principles laid down by the Liang Dynasty. If our Meng tribe can become king in the Central Plains, then our principles will be new..."

Lin Gu couldn't remember how to say the latter word in Liang Dynasty dialect.

"These Central Plains people are different. It doesn't mean whoever wins can be regarded as a model." The king of the Meng clan glanced at him and said coldly.

Now Lin Gu knew that the word was "Gui Nian".

Liang Chaohua is complicated.

"They believe in the words of the saints and respect the Zhou rites. If the emperor makes any omissions or mistakes, they will all have officials to advise him... Is it so easy as the master of the country said?" said the king of the Meng clan.

The ministers showed some signs of understanding and said, "Is this the only difference between us and the Liang Dynasty?"

The king of the Meng clan said nothing.

He doesn't need an official position, he just wants supreme centralization of power.

It's just the pride in his heart that keeps him from committing indiscriminate killings...

If you really do this, I'm afraid you will be even shorter than King Xuan!

Lin Gu was still unconvinced: "Then King Xuan is a person who kills indiscriminately. What? If he does this, doesn't it count as a barbarian?"

The general on the side reminded: "The Imperial Master has forgotten that when he entered Beidi, he killed only members of the royal family."

Lin Gu frowned even more tightly.

He doesn't believe there are any real gentlemen in this world!

Who knew that King Xuan invaded Beidi and chopped off the heads of several common people? How many Beidi women have you slept with?

The general interjected: "Will the Imperial Guards still go to battle tomorrow?"

Lin Gu calmed down his momentum and looked a little worried.

After all, he had lost several games in a row, which had worn away the patience of others. Gradually, these ministers no longer respected him as much as before.

The Mon king said: "Tomorrow I will go to battle with the national master."

The ministers were shocked and quickly spoke out to dissuade him.

After all, in their hearts, this too-young king is far from having the rich wings of his father.

"The first few times we had just a brief encounter with King Xuan. We should eventually face the enemy head-on..."

"King, no!"

"What? Are you afraid of losing?" The king of the Meng clan stood up from the throne and looked around.

Everyone was speechless and dared not answer.

They were afraid...that the king would lose.

They had to admit that King Xuan had indeed left a deep shadow in their hearts.

The king of the Meng clan said frankly: "I am not afraid of losing. Losing is a common thing in military affairs. Only after losing can you win. If you and I are afraid of fighting, we will never be able to figure out King Xuan. My father, at the age of forty-nine, The unification of all the states was completed in one year. I still have decades to conquer the Liang Dynasty, but are you still afraid of me?"

The words of the king of the Meng clan made all the ministers feel ashamed, but at the same time they were filled with excitement and pride.

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Even Lin Gu had no doubt that the Mon king had any selfish motives.

good!

They shouldn't be afraid of King Xuan!

Even if you die, you should fight and die!

The next day.

King Xuan's army came to the city again.

The city is low and easy to conquer.

But before the siege ladder could be set up, the city gate opened wide, and the Mon king came out surrounded by many Mon generals.

"Where is King Xuan?" asked the king of the Meng clan.

He said: "I want to compete with King Xuan. I wonder if King Xuan dares to fight?"

Fang Chengzhong looked at him with a strange expression in front of the formation, and then made way.

King Xuan was also among the crowd and stepped forward on horseback.

It's just a little different from the hostage exchange that day... Today, King Xuan has an extra person by his side.

The young and stunning woman wears light armor and has a slender waist, which makes her look more heroic. The skirt underneath swayed slightly as she gently nudged the horse's back.

The water red skirt is eye-catching.

It spreads like water waves.

The king of the Meng clan was stunned for a moment and blurted out: "Didn't you leave with someone..."

How could he appear next to King Xuan again, in such an intimate manner.

King Xuan was also willing to take her to the battlefield?

Previously, the Mon king still had a sense of "sympathizing with each other", and he also gained a short-term balance in his heart.

But now, that balance was suddenly broken.

One end of the scale fell heavily.

The Meng clan king's chest tightened, and he felt indescribable soreness and pain.

"That's my eldest brother. He took me back to my husband. What's wrong?" Xue Qingyin asked softly.

In fact, if He Songning were here, he would have choked on his chest with a mouthful of old blood after hearing these words.

At the moment, only the king of the Meng clan was choking and panicking.

"Stab it."

That was the sound of weapons being unsheathed.

King Xuan calmly pulled out a heavy sword and said: "Let us fight."

Then he drove his horse up.

The sound of horse hooves was as sharp as drum beats, beating the hearts of the Meng people. They instinctively wanted to step forward to protect the king, but they held back.

The Meng king also drew his sword and rushed forward.

The heavy sword had a sharp blade, dark black, and the sword body was shining with a heavy brilliance, tough and strong.

When it collided with the broadsword, it immediately made a clanging sound.

...Numbness.

At that moment, this word suddenly rose in the Meng king's mind.

At the moment of collision, from the fingertips to the wrist, and even the whole arm, he felt a strong numbness.

How heavy the heavy sword is.

Only at this time did he have such a clear perception.

The Meng king was forced to withdraw his sword and change his sword technique.

But the sword chased him straight down.

The Meng king's eyelids jumped, and he quickly blocked it.

The swords collided again.

The Meng king pursed his lips and gritted his teeth. This time he did not withdraw his strength, but forced himself to push forward.

King Xuan lowered his eyes, straightened his upper body from the horse's back, and the force he exerted became stronger. The sword edge approached inch by inch, cutting towards his neck.

With such reluctance, the swords and knives made a tooth-grinding sound.

Lin Gu took a deep breath behind him.

... Too close.

So close.

King Xuan seemed to want to kill their king with the heavy sword in his hand, and he unknowingly approached them more...

There was only one King Xuan in the Liang Dynasty... only this one.

If he died here...

Who cares if he is a gentleman or not?

Didn't the King of Wei do the same thing before?

New hatred and old grudges all surged into his heart.

Lin Gu suddenly rushed forward on his horse, drew out the knife he carried with him, and stabbed King Xuan in the back.

Xue Qingyin was so angry that she cursed and shouted, "He Junting! Lin Gu is behind you!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment before they realized that it was the name of King Xuan... a name that no one dared to call directly on weekdays.

King Xuan suddenly fell back on his horse, bent back, and dodged the big knife in the hands of the King of Meng, but the heavy sword in his hand hit the weapon in Lin Gu's hand.

The force was so great that the knife in Lin Gu's hand was instantly shaken away.

But King Xuan did not stop, and the sword tip pushed forward and cut into Lin Gu's abdominal cavity.

Blood gushed out of Lin Gu's mouth. He looked down, still unwilling, widened his eyes, and used his weak hands to find another knife.

But in a flash, King Xuan straightened his waist again, swung his sword and heavily swept away the blade of the King of Meng.

The heavy sword swung a circle and returned to Lin Gu.

It was such a heavy and powerful weapon that could knock a person's head off with a single sweep... But in the hands of King Xuan, it was as if it was nothing...

The tip of the sword pierced the side of Linggu's neck and lightly lifted it.

In front of the Meng army.

He just tore Linggu's skin open alive.

King Xuan rode his horse, avoided the knife of the Meng king, and went around behind Linggu.

He reached out and grabbed Linggu's neck, and peeled off his skin.

He looked at the Meng king calmly and said: "... do what you say."

Linggu's body was shaking and about to fall. He only now knew the excruciating pain of being skinned.

He squeezed out a voice from his throat: "... Yao, Yao Minghui."

King Xuan replied: "He has already gone to the underworld, you can go after him now."

After that, he pushed Linggu in the direction of the Meng king.

At this time, Fang Chengzhong shouted angrily: "You Meng people are not trustworthy and dare to attack from behind... Gentlemen! Follow me! Guard His Highness!"

The army shouted angrily.

The Meng army was also stunned by the scene before their eyes. When they came to their senses, they were also very angry.

"He peeled off the skin of the national teacher!"

"How can I let him go if he insulted my Meng national teacher? Charge!"

The face of the Meng king was ashen. He sighed and pushed Lin Gu's gradually cold body down: "You catch the national teacher!"

After that, he met King Xuan again.

King Xuan waved his sword and pressed on.

The sword light appeared, but the sword shadow was closer.

King Xuan's attack was heavier each time.

The Meng king gradually felt that his arm had lost some sensation, but he still instinctively grabbed the handle of the knife and refused to let go...

"Swish--"

A sound was heard.

The sword tip cut deeply into the shoulder of the Meng king.

The Meng king swallowed his cry of pain, came back to his senses from his trance, and unconsciously met the eyes of King Xuan.

King Xuan's eyes were dark and bottomless.

"Yinyin is my wife, how dare you spy on her."

The Meng king was shocked.

The Meng generals rushed forward without fear of life and death, and wanted to take back the Meng king.

The Meng king pursed his lips heavily, even if he was defeated, he turned his head and shouted loudly: "How many years older is King Xuan than me! I am just younger than you... If I grow up to your age, how do you know that I can't spy on you?"

A cold light flashed in King Xuan's dark eyes.

He chased after him.

The Meng ministers held their buttocks, confused, and thought to themselves, King, why don't we stop talking?

Xue Qingyin was tightly surrounded and guarded by the Xuanjia Guards.

She jumped up and down, and couldn't see how Lin Gu fell down...

They said skinning... How did he skin it? King Xuan was behind him at the time, blocking the way completely, so he didn't see anything at all!