Lanling covered the moon

Chapter 272 Looting

Zimo didn't know how he returned to Yu Wenyong's camp, as if his broken head was empty.

Fenghuang, he is alive, and he is still the emperor of Yan Kingdom. . . . . . !

I don't know whether it's sad or happy, but he who has always been calm suddenly has a sudden change in his face and fidgets.He wanted to run over and grab Fenghuang for a good look, and asked him why he hadn't heard from him for so long.He just walked a few steps towards the door, then hurriedly turned around and came back, Yu Wenyong is meeting with Fenghuang now, what is he going to do in such a panic!

He forced himself to be calm and calm, but the frantic agitation in his chest could not be suppressed.Zimo was even annoyed why he didn't break into the Yan Emperor's camp last night, so maybe he is now wandering in the boundless desert with the phoenix. . . . . .

Yeah, vagabond.

Wherever you want to go, as long as you take that person with you.

The hot tears all over his face flowed wantonly like this, flowing into his mouth before he even realized it, bitter and hot.He raised his hand and wiped his face indiscriminately, took a deep breath, how could he hide from the shrewd and wise Yu Wenyong like this? !Seeing that there was still water on the copper basin stand, he casually stirred up the towel and wiped his face indiscriminately. However, after he had just wiped off his nose, his nose was sore and his eyes were blurred when he thought that the person was only a short distance away. Too many words There are too many things to say, but I didn't expect to be in such a situation. Goodbye, it is already such a situation. . . . . .

Perhaps, he should be happy for Phoenix.

This is his lifelong long-cherished wish, and now that it has finally come true, Phoenix must be very happy.

No longer endure humiliation, no longer rely on others, hold your head high, and have great ambitions. Today's Phoenix is ​​the emperor of the Great Yan, a monarch who strives for hegemony in the world.I remember when I first met Fenghuang, he said that he was not inferior to anyone in anything, but the will of God made him Murong Chong to be covered in filth and humiliation. Only when he soared into the sky one day can he heal the scars he once had. Wash away the bloodstains on his soul that could not help but be crushed by mountains and rivers.

He did it. . . . . .Although, this was not Zi Mo's original intention to send him back to Dragon City.

Thinking of Murong Chong being able to display his ambition, Zi Mo seemed to be a little comforted, but just smirked and didn't think about the current situation.When Yu Wenyong returned to the tent, he wondered where Gao Changgong had hit his head again.

"What's wrong? Is the headache getting worse?" His Majesty Yuwen blamed himself all the time, because of his negligence, it seemed that His Highness Lanling often lost his mind after being hit on the head.

Yu Wenyong spread out his palm clumsily, stretched out his rootless fingers and waved them in front of Zi Mo's eyes.

"Can it be seen?"

"What are you talking about!" Zi Mo pushed away the childish behavior of the Emperor Zhou, really dumbfounded.Why is this Yu Wenyong so contradictory, sometimes shrewd and wise and sometimes naive.

"I'm ready." Zimo was really upset, a person like Yu Wenyong who was both an enemy and a friend had already made him embarrassed, and now the Emperor of Yan Kingdom is still a Phoenix, so why would he not want to hurt his head!

"Since you're not blind, why don't you feel tempted when you see so many delicacies in front of you?" Yu Wenyong asked.The emperor managed to bring all the imperial meals to others in person, but the person was not grateful. It was really sad and funny.

After Zimo said this, he finally looked at the royal meal in front of him.My heart was in a mess, even the delicious food was completely out of sight.

"How can it be so rich?" This is really not the luxurious style that Yu Wenyong should have during his march. The day before yesterday, he saw that Yu Wenyong himself ate only coarse grain steamed buns. Compared with ordinary soldiers, he only had more bowls of vegetarian soup.But now in front of his eyes are big fish and meat, and the delicious wild duck meat, beef and horse jerky is really mouth-watering.

Zimo has been a vegetarian for many days, and he can't help but move his index finger.But looking at Yu Wenyong suspiciously, the man stared at him expectantly and with a bit of stubbornness, as if waiting for him to lose control of the tiger and pounce on it.

"Where did you come from?" Zimo asked him.

"Eat it, poison won't kill you." Yu Wenyong was full of ambition, and stuffed those things into Zi Mo's mouth concisely.

He was about to choke, but the meat was so fragrant when it reached his mouth, Zimo thought that he couldn't procrastinate here any longer, so he took the kindness and started eating.

Eat more to run faster!

If Yu Wenyong knew that he was eating his food and thinking about how to go back and fight against Zhou Jun, wouldn't his eyes be full of tenderness and complacency.

Zimo felt a little guilty and gave some to Yu Wenyong, but the emperor of Zhou State said that he should not enjoy the comfort and enjoyment and forget the usual discipline in the Zhou army.

In a word, Zimo chewed the jerky in his mouth, even more unpleasant.Yu Wenyong will be a good emperor, but he can't put down his weapon. . . . . .

Delivering food to Zimo, the emperor of Zhou Kingdom was so busy that he disappeared.Zimo Tuna, who stayed alone in the camp, adjusted his breath. He still looked seriously injured in front of Yu Wenyong, probably the man really believed it. . . . . .

For a big week, Zimo himself felt that he was probably a liar.Could it be that yesterday's loss of vitality and staggering walking are all illusions?Why is it so energetic after just one night's sleep, and the affected area healed inexplicably.Touching the scratches on the back of my hands and under my neck, it seemed as if it had healed completely.

He was dragged out of the quicksand by Yu Wenyong, and the only thing with good skin and flesh is probably the face that was deliberately preserved.Some are amazed by the changes in themselves, and even troubled by the more and more frequent dreams recently.Is there any connection between the two? !

It was late at night, and Yu Wenyong was still nowhere to be seen.This week's conversation between the two kingdoms of Yan should be very happy.

And he wrapped the imperial meal for the evening, which was a few corn cakes, in the fur blanket.Originally, I wanted to leave a letter to Yu Wenyong, but I felt so hypocritical when I picked up a pen and dipped it in ink.

They will definitely meet again, on that bloody battlefield. . . . . .

Zimo thought so, changed into a suit of silk clothes, and neatly folded them on the couch.

The guard outside the door was stunned with his eyes darkened.Zimo took off the man's clothes, and covered the man's mouth with a veil.

In fact, it is impossible for no one in the Zhou army to suspect his existence. The two soldiers who wanted to steal the horse must have notified the general after waking up.Only with Yu Wenyong's efforts, he can still be safely in the emperor's tent.

It can be regarded as not causing more trouble for the emperor of Zhou Kingdom this week!

Zimo gritted his teeth, he knew he really should go. . . . . .

He put on the hat of Zhou Jun's guard, and pulled down the brim to cover his sentimental eyes.Yu Wenyong is also an upright and ambitious person, so he should be able to understand his leaving without saying goodbye!

Having made a decision like this, Zimo used lightness kung fu to blend into the night outside.He has only one target, that person in the tent of Emperor Yanjun!

He wants to take him away, whether it is the Emperor Yan or Murong Chong, he should take him away from here!

Zimo was a little bit out of control, thinking that in the Xuanniao's camp was the phoenix he had been waiting for for a long time for news, he stepped even tighter and his body became lighter.

The rustling wind rang in my ears, and the guards holding long spears should all be top-notch masters, but with a single mistake, two of them were knocked down without a sound.

"Who!" The third guard stopped abruptly with a loud shout, and the man fell to the ground in response.The black shadow is like a ghost, and the lightness kung fu has transformed into a realm, it is really elusive.

Murong Chong was at the meeting banquet between the two countries, and was drunk several cups by the generals of Zhou State. He found an excuse to come out to take a rest, but he heard the curtain of the tent behind him being blown up by a gust of wind.

He just turned his body vigilantly, and there was another person behind him.

"Don't move..." The man put his arms around Murong Chong's neck, and the two of them pressed their chests against their backs like this, the Emperor Dayan's throat was already in the opponent's hands.

assassin? !

Murong Chong froze for a moment, the opponent's martial arts were so superb, he had absolutely no chance of winning.Who with such great ability dared to surprise him in the barracks with thousands of troops!However, after turning around for a while, he was unbelievably aware of the strangeness in that warning.

So familiar voice? !

Murong Chong wanted to turn his face to look, but the man didn't let go of his neck. Although it was a threatening posture, the palm of his hand was still warm and familiar, and trembled almost imperceptibly.

Sensing the strangeness of the person behind him, Murong Chong's face turned pale, and his eyes were full of shock.

He raised his eyes slightly, turned his face a bit awkwardly, and asked softly tentatively: "Chang Gong?!"

Zi Mo was silent, maybe he should have knocked the man unconscious with a slap, and then tell him clearly after he left.But looking at his back, a few strands of hair went around his hand, still so soft, the phoenix was so close to him. . . . . .The sound of breathing is so clear.He is alive, not dead!It was right to send him back to Dragon City and let him leave him, because this person is a good person, standing here majestically.

Zimo felt as if sand had dazzled his eyes, and he couldn't even bear to knock him down with his hands after a moment of redness.

The person behind him remained silent for a long time, but the hand stuck in Murong Chong's throat obviously loosened.A moment of hesitation made Murong Chong more certain, and he turned around all of a sudden, caught off guard, Zi Mo's hand that had been holding his throat was caressing Phoenix's hair.

The man was wearing Zhou Jun's robe but covered his face with a black cloth.Although even the hair was hidden, but just looking at each other, those eyes have solved all the mysteries, leaving the already upset Zimo with nowhere to hide.

"Chang Gong! How cruel are you, that you are looting without even showing your face?!" Murong Chong chased and killed this person that day, so he also covered his face.But what's the use of covering your face?This person also made that mistake today, and he seems to think that covering up his appearance can harden his heart?

. . . . . .Zimo didn't dare to look at him, Murong Chong knew what he was doing.He didn't even think that he was here to see him. Why did he have to be in this situation when we meet again after a long absence? !Maybe time has changed, since he has already sent Fenghuang away, he can't expect too much? !

The sadness in his heart, thousands of words, turned into his decisive determination.

Even if Fenghuang doesn't want to be with him right now, he still wants to take this person away from here!Even if he was selfish, even if he was fascinated by his own selfish desires, no matter what, he didn't want to see this person in front of the battle between the two armies!And never swing the sharp blade in your hand towards him!

Zimo smiled, raised his red eyes, slowly climbed onto the back of Phoenix's neck, curled his fingers and hooked the hair on the side of the man's face, and said, "It's good that you live, I'll take you with me."

The voice was like a ghost, and Murong Chong fell into those incomparably charming eyes.He felt pain in the back of his neck, his eyes turned black and his legs became weak.

"Bold, who broke into His Majesty's camp!" A soldier of Yan State felt that the soldiers guarding the emperor's camp were a little strange, so they came to take a look after not seeing him for a long time.As soon as I saw it, I saw someone who was daring to assassinate the new emperor.

"Escort! Escort!" the man yelled, and Zi Mo put Murong Chong on his back, rushed out of the tent like the wind, and went straight to the stable.

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ok, i'm a bit stuck