Wuji Mountain.

Feng Wuxin.

Maybe others don’t know where Wuji Mountain is, but Cheng Mingjiu knows it.

But what was more shocking than Wuji Mountain was the three words Feng Wuxin.

But didn’t Feng Wuxin die six years ago? Jiang Huang once asked him to divine Feng Wuxin’s fate, and the horoscope also showed a blank space, which means that a person’s death is undoubtedly.

What was the scene in front of me?

At this time, the Jiang Kingdom's Desert Alliance Army had retreated, and even if Cheng Mingjiu had many questions, he would not get answers.

Faced with the retreat of Jiangguo Desert Alliance Army, the Yan team could almost be regarded as winning without a fight.

Everything was as unexpected as the phoenix had begun to blow randomly, and the poisonous smoke that had originally floated into the western border changed direction.

"Master...you are so amazing."

Yan Yunli thought that tonight would be a fierce battle, but after all, the military advisor went to the battlefield in person, but what people never expected was that Mingjiu, a military advisor who had bullied Yan for many years, was now easily defeated by his master. How could it not be relieved?

In the battle of Yan State, he won again, which made Yan team, which had been at a disadvantage, restore its original momentum.

The army of Jiangguo Alliance in the desert has withdrawn, and the soldiers of Yanguo have returned to the tent to rest, but Feng Wuxin is standing on the city wall and looking at the distance in front of the moonlight.

The corpses fell to the ground, all of whom were poisoned by poisonous smoke.

“What are you looking at?”

Yancangzhou stood beside Feng Wuxin and looked along her gaze, and his eyes also fell on the group of soldiers from the Jiang Kingdom, who had been dead for a long time.

“The battlefield has always been cruel.”

A word slowly flowed out of Feng Wuxin's mouth, as if helpless, but more of it meant indifference.

This is war, intrigue, and all kinds of calculations, and everything is used to do.

In the 21st century, many countries signed peace treaties, and despite this, there would still be wars, let alone in ancient times in such chaotic times.

As long as you can win, no matter how despicable the means are, what is it?

Besides, the chaos in the world is not a scene she wants to see, so why do you need the heart of the Virgin to pity the world?

Yancangzhou, who had been guarding Feng Wuxin, turned his gaze and looked at the woman in white clothes and white red eyes. A smile appeared in her cold eyes.

He understood that even if Feng Wuxin had changed everything six years later, he still had a heart in his heart.

"Don't think too much, life is like a battlefield, whether it is death or life is not something you and I can control."

He slowly stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers gently rolled up Feng Wuxin's whiteness, lingering around his fingertips. The coolness seemed to hold the moonlight in his hand.

Yancangzhou wants to go further and embrace his lonely back in his arms and use his own warmth to melt the cold in Feng Wuxin's heart, but he knows that now is not the time.

I missed Feng Wuxin six years ago, and no matter what happens six years later, he will never let Feng Wuxin slip away from his eyes again.

"It's late at night, go back and rest, otherwise your guard will bother you again."

Yancangzhou was talking when he saw Hu Yanjue walking out of the dark night appearing behind Feng Wuxin and putting his clothes on Feng Wuxin.

"Master Feng, the sky is dark, Jue has prepared warm water for it."

"Um."

Qingqian answered, Feng Wuxin turned around and left the city wall.

Hu Yanjue followed Feng Wuxin and turned around and looked at Yancangzhou when he left. The emotions he wanted to express in his slender raised eyes were revealed, which was nothing more than warning Yancangzhou not to have any inappropriate thoughts about Feng Wuxin.

The one who returned to Hu Yanjue was sneered, and Yancangzhou's eyes were cold, and the same was true when he looked at Hu Yanjue.

With his hands behind him, the coldness standing proudly between heaven and earth echoed, and the contest between men was invisible duel.

Unlike Gu Yunya, Yancangzhou's direct eyes proved what he was thinking. What a small guard could be? It was just a substitute for Xiahou Lie.

The moonlight hid in the clouds, and the people hiding in the dark and looking forward to the good show were all sweating.

"Will Yancangzhou and Hu Yanjue fight?"

"I've said it a few times and I don't know. Besides, who are you going to help you fight now? It's obvious that the third prince is interested in our Fengzhu, and the Fengzhu didn't show any obvious refusal."

"Yes, one in Yancangzhou and one in Gu Yunya, who has a higher identity than Hu Yanjue, is really hard to deal with."

So, everyone decided to do something and stood by and watched despite the changes.

If they really fight, they will watch the show. After all, it is not right to help anyone, so they might as well not help anyone.

On the other side.

Jiang Shicheng Mingjiu ordered the withdrawal of troops to avoid the attack of poisonous smoke.

When he returned to Jiang camp, Cheng Mingjiu ordered his subordinates to send a letter to the capital of Jiangguo.

"Hurry, Xiao Feige passed the letter to Emperor Jiang, and said that Feng Wuxin was alive."

"No, I already know."

A sound echoed between heaven and earth.

The emperor's aura burst out from the sound made everyone willingly crawl at their feet and bow down to their posts.

In the moonlight, a man with a black dragon pattern robe slowly walked into the tent. Every step he took, his domineering and evil spirits continued to emerge from the eyes of the phoenix.

The black long gown reflected into the dark night, whether between the eyebrows or the eyes, the aura of a hero and emperor made people afraid, as if the gods and demons descended in the world were arrogant.

"His Majesty."

Cheng Mingjiu knelt on the ground with a pounce and kowtowed to Jiang Moyi repeatedly.

"Your Majesty also asks you to punish me. I am incompetent. I did not calculate that Feng Wuxin was really dead and faked to death six years ago, so I am now defeated in her hands."

Cheng Mingjiu never thought that Feng Wuxin, who had been dead for six years, would appear in sight again.

Even though Feng Wuxin's body was not found under the Acacia Cliff, there was no trace of life about Feng Wuxin in the horoscope, and it was undoubtedly the end of death.

But Feng Wuxin was alive and appeared in front of him. Not only that, he also used secret techniques to defeat him.

All this confusion has finally come to a reasonable explanation. If the person from Wuji Mountain rescued Feng Wuxin, perhaps everything would be able to be explained.

"Please punish your Majesty."

Cheng Mingjiu, who was kneeling in front of Jiang Moyi, asked for punishment.

At this time, Jiang Moyi, who was in the position of the chief general, spoke slowly, and a smile appeared in Danfeng's eyes.

"Working with paper and pen, I will write a letter to send it to my wife."

"Yes, your Majesty!"

Cheng Mingjiu dared not refute anything, so he ordered someone to take the pen. He leaned in front of the table, Mo Yi held a brush in his hand and wrote a word on the letter paper. The meaning expressed in each word is puzzling.
Chapter completed!