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Murong Xueyan restrained the sad face and smiled calmly: "Since the emperor opened the golden mouth, the people's daughter is disrespectful. I count to three, and two starts..."

If this was just a competition in an ordinary ring, how good it would be.

"One, two, three!" As Murong Xueyan's voice stopped, Xue Xijian and Nan Gongyi were already entangled in the other. The martial arts skills of the two people are extremely high, and the shadows of the swords are dazzling. However, when they see the two groups of figures flying around, occasionally the cold light suddenly rises, which hurts people's eyes, but they can't see who has the upper hand and who may be defeated. From the early morning to the noon, it was still difficult for the two to distinguish.

Murong Xueyan looked aside and was still shocked. The master's move can't tolerate any distraction. The reason why Wumu on that day luckily won the border city once is that the border city was distracted by a woman. Now she can't have any abnormal performance, which makes any of the two people in the sword confused.

I don't know how many moves there are. The victory or defeat of the two people is finally clear. After a long fight, he saw that Nangong Yi was slightly better in martial arts. Xue Xijian gradually lost, but he still struggled to support it.

At this critical moment, everyone was absorbed in the two people's competition. No one cared, and a soldier quietly pulled up his bow--

Murong Xueyan's eyes flowed inadvertently, but she saw a person in an inconspicuous corner, ready to go. Far away, she couldn't see the man's face, but a clump of beard was very conspicuous, as if she had seen it somewhere.

"Wo--" A white feather arrow shot quickly, and it was about to shoot Nangong Yi.

"Be careful--" Murong Xueyan saw it clearly, so she rushed forward and blocked the arrow in person.

"Fool!" Nangong Yi roared and opened the white feather arrow with his sword in an emergency. However, in the moment of lightning, another arrow shot quickly, and this time the arrow shot at Murong Xueyan's chest.

"Dodge!" It was too late to repel this arrow. In a hurry, Nangong Yi pushed Murong Xueyan away and hit the arrow in his chest.

"Nangong Yi!" She turned around in shock and saw him fall to the ground. His lips looked so pale, and blood kept pouring out of his chest. Will he... die?

"Why are you so stupid? Did you forget that I was wearing gold armor? You...don't die! I don't want you to die! ..." Murong Xueyan rushed to his side, and tears rolled down.

"The dark arrow hurts people! Despicable and shameless!" Han Xuan was furious and shot down another arrow.

"In the battlefield, soldiers have never been tired of cheating. Do you think it's the King of Song?" Zhao Chen, the king of South Vietnam, came with a proud smile.

Xue Xijian looked at Zhao Chen angrily and asked for half a day, "King of Yue, I compete with Nangong Yi fairly. Why do you want to hurt people secretly?"

"When you said you were going to compete with Nangong Yi, I didn't know how happy I was. Only in this way can I have a chance to hurt Nangong Yi. Zhao Chen smiled more and more proudly, and then raised his voice and said, "All the generals and soldiers obeyed the order. The Marshal of Northern Qi has been stabbed to death by me, and there is no more 'God of War' in the world!"

As soon as this sentence was said, it was rumored that the official was on horseback, bringing these words to the soldiers behind him one by one. Nangong Yi was carried down by a stretcher, and Murong Xueyan also left the front line. In anger, Han Xuan also led an arrow to kill the messenger.

"Brothers! The king of Nanyue is so sinister and treacherous that he hurts the king of Jing. Everyone avenges the king of Jing!" Han Xuan roared.

When Nangong Yi went on this expedition, many soldiers and soldiers he brought with him had been following him. They lived and died with him for many years and participated in many wars. Naturally, he had a deep feeling. At this time, when he heard this news, they were all red-eyed and fought.

"Kill..." The sound of killing sounded, and the birds in the sky did not dare to stay here. What happened just now made the soldiers of the Northern Qi very angry. The so-called "pity soldiers will win". At this time, everyone fought with all their strength, and they were really brave.

Xue Xijian returned to the imperial car and thought about what had just happened, but he was still unhappy for a while. When Nangong Yi fought with South Vietnamese general Di Ying, Zhao Chen cheated. He didn't say anything, but this time, it was very important to him.

Perhaps Zhao Chen's arrow has made Murong Xueyan misunderstand him.

One person, how much do you love another person before you can do it and give your life to the other person? Nangong Yi could not even kill himself for Murong Xueyan. Xue Xijian asked himself, but he was not sure whether he could do it or not.

If he had been the prince, maybe he could do it; but now, he has ascended the throne. In addition to her, he also has power and the world in his heart.

Thinking of the world, he couldn't help sweating coldly. This joint battle with South Vietnam was a big mistake. The soldiers of the Western Song Dynasty were killed and injured countless times. He asked himself that he was sorry for the people.

"Your Majesty, the front line is dangerous. Let's go back to the camp!" Qin Huan persuaded.

He didn't nod or shake his head. Qin Huan ordered the soldiers to escort the emperor back to the camp, and then rushed into thousands of troops again.

2

Nangong Yi was injured in the chest. This arrow was extremely dangerous. If it was nearly an inch, it would hit his heart, and then his life would be in danger.

He was in a coma, without a trace of blood on his face, and a cold sweat on his forehead. He kept muttering to himself. Murong Xueyan put his ear to his lips to hear that he was calling her name: "Xueer..."

She never knew that he loved her so much that he could love her so much that he didn't even want his own life. She used to think that he didn't love him as much as she did, but now it seems that she was wrong. They all love each other wholeheartedly, but for some reason they are unwilling to admit it.

"The prince's arrow wound is so deep that he needs to rest for a while before he can get out of bed." The military doctor came to a conclusion after diagnosis.

"Is there any danger to your life?" When Murong Xueyan asked, even her voice changed.

"The prince has been fighting for many years, and his health has always been good. Fortunately, he didn't hurt his heart this time, otherwise he was afraid that it would be difficult for Hua Tuo to return to heaven in the world." The military doctor also booed.

Murong Xueyan's self-reproach is even heavier. She knows, it's all her fault! If she didn't have to go to the battlefield, how could he give her the gold armor and block the arrow for her? The golden armor pierced his body, so what if he was shot by an arrow? However, at the most critical moment, he subconsciously tried his best to protect her... Murong Xueyan had been guarding every step before Nangongyi's bed collapsed. From noon to evening, he woke up.

"Sier." When he opened his eyes, the first thing he touched was her crying red and swollen eyes.

"I'm sorry, I hurt you." Murong Xueyan apologized.

"I'm willing to do it." He smiled palely and suddenly thought of something and said, "I have something very important to tell you. Don't interrupt me."

"You said." Murong Xueyan choked and said.

"What happened at the beginning was actually designed by Yuner. I didn't do anything." Nangong Yi explained with difficulty, "I later went to the temple to investigate. On that day, all the monks were bribed and avoided to a cave in the back mountain. Moreover, Yuner ordered a kind of incense called 'Drunken Xi Shi' in the Zen room. After smelling the incense, it made people unconscious and weak... Only..."

"Stop first, and I'll pour you a glass of water." Murong Xueyan personally helped him sit up, leaned on his back with a pillow, poured tea and handed it to his hand.

Nangong Yi drank a glass of water and rested for a while. Fang continued: "That day, when I entered the Zen room, there was no one in it, but there was a strange fragrance. After I smelled it, I didn't know anything. Later... things became what you saw."

The truth of the matter is this. Murong Xueyan was stunned. In order to alienate the two of them, that Yan Moyun did not hesitate to sell his body and use such a indeth trick. It's ridiculous that she believed everything she had arranged at that time, so she misunderstood Nangong Yi.

She once left him in such a decisive way, which made him sad overnight.

"I'm sorry..." Except for being sorry, she didn't know what else she could say.

She looked at his gray hair, and there seemed to be a hole in her heart, so painful...

This is what she should bear. This time, she finally knew that what happened in the past was not Nangong Yi who defeated her, but her, who defeated Nangong Yi.

"As long as you are still alive, nothing else matters." Nangong Yi smiled and said, "Xueer, I'm hungry. Can you..."

He misses the taste of the food she cooks.

"Of course. Tell me, what do you want to eat? Murong Xueyan agreed repeatedly.

"Anything is fine, as long as you do it." He smiled with relief. This arrow is worth the injury. If it hadn't been for this arrow, I'm afraid the deep misunderstanding between them would not have been so easy to solve.

"Wait for me." She smiled gently, just like the smile of any wife to her husband.

After leaving the camp, Murong Xueyan went to the camp where the army was located and borrowed their kitchen to cook for Nangong Yi.

When she was in the palace of the Western Song Dynasty, she hadn't cooked for a long time. She thought she would even forget how to scramble an egg, but she didn't expect to be flexible when she picked up the spatula. That's because you have to cook for your beloved!

The haze in her heart that pressed her breathless dissipated because of Nan Gongyi's explanation. She felt so relaxed that she had never been so happy and relaxed.

She hummed happily, carefully stir-fried a few dishes, and personally served them for Nangong Yi.

The leaders didn't know her identity, but they were secretly shocked. Murong Xueyan ignored everyone's surprise. In her eyes, she could only accommodate Nangong Yi.

They will be fine. There is no one else between them.

Looking at Nangong Yi eating everything she had made and looking at his satisfied smile, she felt so lucky. After a hundred rounds and turns, she was still lucky after all.

It was not until the soldiers took away the plates and there were only the two of them in the camp that she announced her decision, which had been brewing all afternoon: she wanted to meet Xue Xijian at night and persuade him to withdraw from the war in person.