After wearing the book, I became the general's writer Bai Yueguang

Chapter 118 "Ji Yunyuan, the opportunity has come!"

He Musheng paused, and hid behind the red pillar again.

She also offended Sima Ling terribly. Now that she has Nanyue as a shield, she is happy and relaxed.

Nanyue heard Sima Ling's voice, and slowly let go of her arms. She stood on tiptoe, kissed Wang Xuan's perfect side face softly, then stood up straight, and turned her head to look at Sima Ling who was coming in a hurry.

Sima Ling didn't seem to expect that Nanyue would face Huang Xuan presumptuously in front of her. She stood still, pointed at Nanyue with trembling fingertips and ordered, "Quick, arrest this bitch for me!"

As soon as the words fell, a maidservant stepped forward, grabbed Nanyue's arms from left to right, and twisted them behind her.

An old woman raised her toes and kicked hard, Nanyue bent her knees and knelt down in pain.

After these actions, Wang Xuan had already escaped. He took out a brocade handkerchief and wiped his cheeks that were stained by Nanyue just now in disgust, then handed it to the maid at the side, and said flatly, "I lost it."

The maid took it with both hands and stepped aside.

Sima Ling stepped forward quickly, slapped Nanyue on the face, and said angrily, "Nanyue, you are so brave!"

Nan Yue was fearless, she sneered, and said indifferently, "Si Ma Ling, what else do you have, just use it."

After hearing this, Sima Ling slapped him twice again.

These two slaps were very hard. He Musheng saw blood dripping from the corner of Nanyue's mouth, but she still looked calm and didn't care.

Seeing this, Sima Ling said disdainfully, "Nanyue, do you think you can change back to that pure and pure lady by combing your sister-in-law's hair in a bun? Which one of the powerful men in Lucheng has never had sex with you? Are you still You are worthy of a man who dares to touch me?"

Nanyue hooked her lips, smiling like a flower, "So what if I touch it?"

"You..." Sima Ling was speechless for a moment.

"If you have the ability, you can kill me. If you can't kill me, what are you talking about here?"

Sima Ling was at a loss what to do with this broken jar, but He Musheng understood the reason.

The torture Nanyue experienced had already smoothed all her edges and corners. Compared with the methods of men, these few slaps by Sima Ling are indeed nothing worth mentioning.

At this time, the conversation between Nanzhi and Ji Yunyuan also ended.

Not far away, Nan Zhi walked over here with a gloomy face. Seeing this, Sima Ling winked at the servant without a trace.

The maid let go of the confinement, and Nanyue was free. She did not show gratitude, but smiled at Wang Xuan who was standing aside, "Today I finally got what I wanted, sir, it is very delicious."

Wang Xuan's face was pale, he didn't pay attention, but turned his head to look at Nan Zhi and Ji Yunyuan who were walking quickly.

Soon, the two came here.

Nan Zhi glanced at Nan Yue with swollen cheeks, and frowned displeasedly, "Where's Ah Yu?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a crisp echo, "Father, I am here."

Nan Zhi nodded, cupped his hands hastily at Ji Yunyuan and Wang Xuan, and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Nan Yu and Nan Yue followed closely behind, slowly disappearing at the end of the corridor with nine turns and eighteen turns.

Ji Yunyuan hooked his lips enough, and finally asked softly to the little girl hiding behind the red pillar, "Have you seen enough fun? Are you still coming out?"

The little girl glared at him viciously, and walked out slowly.

It was only then that Sima Ling noticed that He Musheng was also nearby, and the anger that had only calmed down when she thought of the inexplicable fainting in the prince's mansion was ignited again!

"Nanyan, you are so courageous! What did you do to me that day? I don't believe in evil, so I can only salute the future mother of the country. I clearly feel the pain. What did you do to me?"

He Mucheng smiled awkwardly, "It's nothing, I just think it's fun, try my new invention..."

"Fun?" Sima Ling sneered, "You like to play, don't you? Ben Gong will have fun with you today!"

After finishing speaking, she ordered again to the left and right, "Go, tie her up to Bengong!"

He Musheng hastily hid behind Ji Yunyuan, his small hands limply grasping his arm, and smiled weakly, "General, save me..."

"It's okay to save you, just promise me a request." Ji Yunyuan chuckled lightly, his voice was extremely low and pleasant to hear.

"Yes, yes, as long as you don't go too far." Seeing the servant girl approaching slowly, He Musheng responded indiscriminately.

"Not too much." Ji Yunyuan responded in a low voice, then raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword at his waist, and pulled out the blade with a swipe.

The bright light gave off a cold glow, and the servants around were suddenly so frightened that their knees gave way.

"Military Master, follow me back to the residence." Ji Yunyuan shouted this sentence loudly, cupped his hands at Wang Xuan, turned and left.

He Musheng stuck out his tongue at Sima Ling, "I don't have time today, next time, I will definitely play with you next time."

She trotted behind Ji Yunyuan, bouncing towards the gate of the mansion.

Wang Xuan's laughter sounded like a flowing spring flowing through the stone gorge behind him, accompanied by Sima Ling's roar, "Nanshi Ayan, you wait for me!"

Ji Yunyuan stood still, and the little girl behind him was looking back frequently, not wanting to stop without paying attention and bump into his back.

He looked at the person behind him clutching his nose so painfully that tears were streaming down his eyes, sighed lowly, and held her icy catkin domineeringly with his big palm.

Seeing her looking around and wanting to withdraw, she reminded in a low voice, "This is my request, isn't it too much?"

Er...it's not too much...

Seeing that she no longer resisted, Ji Yunyuan wrapped his whole palm around her little hand, just holding her like this, and walked out of Langya Palace slowly.

After getting into the carriage, He Mucheng shook off Ji Yunyuan's pull, and said angrily, "Wait until next time, I'm afraid Wang Dun has died of illness, who will play with her?"

Ji Yunyuan raised his eyebrows, and after a long time, he smiled and reminded, "Ayan, this time I go to Wuchang, I want to go with Wang Xuan."

"What?" He Musheng's voice suddenly rose, "Doesn't that mean that I will go with Sima Ling?"

Ji Yunyuan shrugged.

The little girl was instantly sad.

Sure enough, when he set off, He Musheng saw Sima Ling standing beside Wang Xuan with a stern face from a distance.

Her eyes stared straight at Ji Jiajun's carriage, those eyes, like grabbing a prey that was about to enter the belly, she was not in a hurry to kill, but enjoyed the process of wasting.

He Mucheng quietly tugged on Raji Yunyuan's sleeve, "I'm not afraid of her. If I want to deal with her, it's too easy. I'm just afraid of hurting you. The surrounding area is full of Wang Dun's eyeliner..."

Ji Yunyuan smiled indulgently, "Don't worry, with Ji Jiajun here, she won't let her get close to you."

The two teams headed for Wuchang mightily.

Along the way, the refugees all voluntarily stayed away. Langya Wang's men and horses walked behind Ji's army. This was Sima Ling's suggestion. Judging by her posture, she seemed to be afraid that Ji Yunyuan would escape invisible, and she would send people to investigate even at night.

The closer he got to the border of Wuchang, the more people around him became. In the end, it looked like Ji Yunyuan was escorted to Wuchang.

He Musheng's complexion became more and more serious.

When night came, everyone camped on both sides of the official road. He Musheng sat by the bonfire and said to Ji Yunyuan, "All my chips are placed here. Calculate the time, it should be soon."

Ji Yunyuan looked back and smiled knowingly, "Well, Ah Yan knows things like a god, I believe in you, but after tonight, you and I will officially enter the control of the Duke of Wuchang, and there will be no chance to retreat. If we still don’t receive the news, we have to find a way to stop.”

He Musheng thought for a long time, and was about to respond, when he heard a song from a pile of refugees not far away, the voice was like weeping, complaining, complaining:
"The Duke of the county enters Gushu, His Majesty walks away in vain, and the Emperor Ming is also in great trouble, dying of boredom..."

Emperor Ming?

These two words came from the long whistles one after another. Although they were vague, they were like sparks that could start a prairie fire. With the cold winter wind, they instantly fell into ambiguous despair.

He Mucheng stood up with a bang!
Her eyes were shining brightly, especially by the blazing bonfire, "Ji Yunyuan, the opportunity has come!"

(End of this chapter)