Murong Yue’s face changed slightly, “Don’t mention that woman, I’m upset to listen.”
Murong Zhi knew that Murong Yue was in a bad mood and didn’t say anything more. After half a salary, he spoke softly: “Monarch, Yanzhi is now the monarch of Feng Kingdom. Many things are not something that people can control. Perhaps, this is fate.”
Destiny? Murong Yue sneered in his heart. He, Murong Yue never believed in fate. The only thing he believed was something that his hands could hold!
Yan Zhi looked up at Murong Yue on the city tower. His clothes were floating, and he had a bit of a banished immortal coming to earth. How would this gentle man, as gentle as jade, meet him on the battlefield?
“Open the city gate!” With the command of the messenger, Murong Yue rode a white war horse, and her riding outfit made him look a bit elegant, as if Yan Zhi had seen him for the first time.
What surprised Yanzhi was that Murong Yue did not lead many people. Apart from Murong Zhi, there were only one or two hundred personal soldiers. It was more like a reminiscence than going to war.
Murong Yue sat on the horse and looked at Yan Zhi from afar. The tenderness that could not be described was a little surprised when he met Yan Zhi’s cold eyes, “I haven’t seen you for a long time, Yan Zhi!”
When the name Yan Zhi passed through Murong Yue’s mind with her face, he realized how much he missed this woman. Whether it was her lone eyebrows or her cold eyes, he could not resist it.
Yan Zhi just nodded slightly, “Long time no see!” The tone was cold as if they were strangers they had never met before.
Murong Yue felt a little painful in her heart. In just half a year, Yan Zhi, who could chat and laugh with her, was already strangers to him.
Despite this, he still couldn’t bear to hurt her, the woman he was obsessed with.
A thought suddenly flashed in Murong Yue’s heart, or he planned to do this at the beginning, “Yanzhi, now the two armies are facing each other, it is just a fight for power, but as soon as the war begins, the wife and children are separated, the people who suffer in the end are still the people. Whether it is your Feng Kingdom or my Xijing Kingdom, I guess the people who are most unwilling to go to war are the people?”
Yanzhi frowned slightly. Although he was unwilling to admit it, what Murong Yue said made sense, to make the people suffer and to destroy the people! There will be casualties and injuries when the war between the two countries. Those soldiers, including parents, wives and children, as well as close friends and relatives. Whether it is their own victory or Murong Yue’s victory, the consequences are something they cannot bear. Even as emperors, they cannot bear the life and death of others.
“How are you going?” Yan Zhi pondered for a moment and asked.
This is what Murong Yue waited for. Now, he can only take a try! Murong Yue smiled gently, “Since we are each king, why not fight between us? “
Yan Zhi raised his eyebrows with interest, thinking he should have the following, “Let me tell you, what if you win, what if you lose? “
“If I lose, my Xijing Kingdom will voluntarily bow down and surrender. If I win…” Murong Yue paused, and the tenderness between her eyebrows was revealed, “How about I want you to be my queen? ! “
Yan Zhi glanced at Murong Yue coldly, “Be your queen? That requires you to have the ability! ”
“Speak first of all, do you agree or not? ! ”
“I agreed! “Yanzhi’s answer was full of enthusiasm.
Such development was really beyond everyone’s expectations, but the soldiers were also moved by the fact that they could have such a king who loved the people. They were right. No matter what the result was, the people who were hurt in the end were definitely the people.
Therefore, as soon as this kind of war between the king and the king began, the soldiers on both sides shouted with all their strength.
“The monarch won! The monarch wins! ”
“The monarch will win! The monarch will win! “
These shouts resounded throughout the sky. In this way, no matter which side wins, the people will benefit.
Yan Zhi had a maroon-red tall horse, sitting on the horse in red clothes, and his usual soft sword had already been brought out.
Murong Yue was white-clothed and snowy, with a clear face, a faint smile on his lips, and a long sword in his hand, which was quite a bit of a hero.
Neither of them moved first, Yan Zhi was actually a little excited. After being in seclusion in the imperial tomb for half a year, Yan Zhi didn’t know how far his martial arts had reached. Although he vaguely felt that there should be few masters in this world who could beat her, he still liked to be able to compete in real life, especially with a master like Murong Yue.