In the Miluo military camp, there was a young man sitting in an inconspicuous open space in the camp. His face was extremely beautiful, his eyebrows flew into his temples like bright stars, and the bridge of his nose was high and his thin lips looked like blood.
He was holding the wine flask, tapping his hands intermittently, drinking while looking at the moon. Suddenly, an exasperated voice came from behind him, "His Royal Highness, King Qi!"
The young man did not look back. He just pointed at a nearby tent and said softly: "Jiang Hanze, I moved most of the food and grass for you before the night attack. How should you thank me?"
Jiang Hanze's face was dull and he coughed twice. The young man turned around and glanced sideways at him, "Are you injured?"
"It's a minor injury, nothing to worry about, Your Highness." Jiang Hanze lowered his head, but the young man became interested, "Is he the one who shot you on the tower today?"
Jiang Hanze nodded, but the young man laughed out loud, "Interesting. I originally thought that there are no masters in the capital, and the person named Shen can't even defeat you, let alone others? I didn't expect that there would be such a number one person, so that you two I stumbled once, and if I do it again, I'm afraid my life will be given to someone else."
He stood up with the wine bottle in hand and said calmly: "You stay in the camp tomorrow and I will go meet that person."
"His Royal Highness King Qi cannot do it." Jiang Hanze dissuaded him: "That man has extraordinary skills. If he hurts His Highness..."
"Hurt me?" The young man's expression darkened a bit. Knowing that he had made a mistake, Jiang Hanze immediately said, "His Highness is well known to the world for his valor and prowess, but His Highness has a noble status. How can he be easily put in danger? I ask myself to help His Highness."
"Jiang Hanze, do you think your injuries are not serious enough?" The young man snorted coldly, "If you dare to step out of the camp tomorrow, I will break your legs."
Jiang Hanze broke out in a cold sweat and answered yes. He was about to retreat but was stopped by the young man, "Also, you sent people out to spread the news that our army's food and grass were burned. After King Zhongzheng learned about this, he secretly sent people to escort the food and grass. , come here one step ahead of him."
"Your Highness, this is..." Jiang Hanze hesitated for a moment, then saw the young man's lips curved into a cruel smile, "Since they dare to make fun of us, they should naturally feel like being deceived."
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In the Dajing military camp, Fang Zilan heard one of the deputy generals guarding the city say: "A few days ago, when General Shen had not arrived at Qiluo City, Jiang Hanze also attacked several times. Once, I saw a man who looked like a general next to him. , I just don’t know who it is.”
He was not sure, Fang Zilan frowned slightly and said, "Isn't it Murong Xun?"
"No." The deputy general who spoke shook his head, "That man looks very young, but he is very skilled. With only a few moves, our general was defeated by him."
Fang Zilan asked: "That person is better than Jiang Hanze?"
Seeing him nodding, Fang Zilan quickly ran through all the disciples of Murong Xun she knew in her mind, but there was no one who could match the number.
"In addition to his young age and great skill, what other characteristics does that man have?" Deputy General Cao asked, and the deputy general replied: "That man has a great appearance. I have never seen anyone as good-looking as him. But he is so proud. Very, he never looked at anyone when fighting with us. After killing our general, he even said it was boring."
"Proud?" Fang Zilan repeated the word thoughtfully, thinking about it, and immediately told them about tomorrow's arrangements, then looked around to confirm that there was nothing wrong, and then went back to the tent to take a nap.
Early on the next morning, Fang Zilan selected several deputy generals to lead troops to guard the city, while he led his troops out of the city to fight against the Miluo people.
The two parties stood still, and her eyes stopped on General Miluo. As expected, it was not Jiang Hanze, but a good-looking young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old.
The young man sent someone to call the formation and said he wanted to fight her alone. She was not surprised after hearing this. She rode up to the Miluo people and said to the young man: "Who is coming? Tell me your name."
"Woman?" The young man looked at her carefully from top to bottom, as if he didn't hear her words at all, and asked casually: "Who are you?"
Fang Zilan raised her voice and said: "Dajing, Fang Zilan."
"Duke Yue of Dajing?" The young man looked at her with interest, "Is it you who destroyed the Gilded City?"
Fang Zilan did not answer, but raised her plum sword and pointed it at the young man, "I will never fight with a nobody."
The young man smiled slightly and said, "Miluo, Mu Chuji." As soon as he finished speaking, the person was approaching.
Fang Zilan blocked his attack casually, but she was shocked in her heart. Mu's surname was Miluo Emperor, Mu Chuji? If she remembered correctly, he should be the younger brother of the new Emperor Miluo, King Mu Chuji of Qi.
"No wonder Jiang Hanze doesn't get any favors from you." Mu Chuji raised his eyebrows and raised his lips, "I'm just going to attack you. I'm doing the right thing this time."
Fang Zilan smiled coldly and suddenly turned from defense to attack. The plum sword in her hand struck fiercely and went straight to the door in front of Mu Chuji. However, he calmly dodged by holding the saddle with one hand, "Sister, you have such good martial arts, where did you learn it from?"
"You are young and have a slippery tone." Fang Zilan stabbed his forearm with a backhand sword when he was sitting back on the horse and was unsteady. "I think your skill with your hands is not as good as your skill with your mouth." just in case."
Mu Chuji didn't care about the injury on his arm, and said with a leisurely smile: "Sister, would you like to come back to Miluo with me?"
"The national mourning in Miluo has not yet passed, so I thought it would be okay to add one more thing." Fang Zilan's moves were fast and ruthless, with a strong aura of violence, "Are you right, His Highness King Qi?"
"You..." Mu Chuji was overwhelmed by her overwhelming and passionate murderous intent. In a flash, the armor on his chest was cut open, and he immediately stepped back a few steps.
Fang Zilan quickly caught up with him, not giving him a chance to breathe. Blood splattered everywhere in the flash of cold light.
In order to avoid the vital point, Mu Chuji fell off his horse. The deputy general behind him rushed up anxiously, but was knocked off his horse by Fang Zilan's sword.
She shook off the blood on her sword and said every word with incomparable arrogance, "Anyone who offends our capital will be killed without mercy." After saying this, she raised her hand and Vice General Cao led all the soldiers to swarm forward.
The Miluo people charged into the battle, hurriedly rescued Mu Chuji, fought and retreated, and returned to the camp in defeat.
Seeing this, there were cheers and cheers behind Fang Zilan, but she was not happy at all. Now that Mu Chuji is seriously injured and Jiang Hanze is also seriously injured, Murong Xun will rush to Qiluo City at high speed...
As a result, the Miluo army merged into one force and came fiercely. Can you hold it for a month?
She spat in her heart, not allowing herself to think about such frustrating things anymore, and turned around and returned to Qiluo City.
Zi Lan didn't have time to rest after returning to the city, so she first asked Vice General Cao to count the casualties, and then went to General Shen's mourning hall to offer a stick of incense. "General Shen, don't worry, I will do my best to defend Qiluo City. One day , we will drive the Miluo people out of the capital and regain their lost territory."
After she paid her respects, she stood up and walked out of the mourning hall. She saw Deputy General Cao coming in a hurry, "Boss..."
