"Who are you?" Zhu Ling's voice was dry and pale as he stared at the young girl in front of him and asked with difficulty.
The white-clothed young girl smiled faintly at him and said apologetically, "I am Ye Li."
Ye, Li! Such an ordinary word, such an ordinary name. But in Zhu Ling's ears, these two words were like a thunderclap from the Ninth Heaven, deafening. A beat later, Zhu Ling slowly laughed. "Ye Li? Ye Li … … Appointed King's Consort Ye Li … … haha … … "As though he had heard something funny, Zhu Ling's laughter grew louder and louder until he couldn't breathe." You are Princess Ding?! "
Ye Li nodded and said, "I am Princess Ding."
"You lied to me." Zhu Ling gritted his teeth.
Ye Li nodded. "I lied to you." There was some regret and helplessness in her clear eyes, but there was no regret or guilt. When two armies fought, there was no good or evil, no right or wrong. There were only positions. If they had different positions, then they were enemies. Against enemies … … no matter the means, this was the principle that Ye Li recognized in her previous life.
"Princess Ding … …" Zhu Ling murmured in a low voice. "I heard that in the past, the army of Lei Zhenting of Jhennam King of Gojoseon was almost completely wiped out by Princess Ding. Today, Zhu Ling lost to Princess Ding again, but it wasn't a loss. To have Wang Fei go through so much trouble, it is the fortune of three lifetimes. " Ye Li said with a helpless smile, "Zhu Gongzi's army of a hundred thousand is not a lot, but our army is lacking soldiers right now. If Gongzi suddenly appeared, it would cause a lot of trouble for the Mohist army. In desperate times, we can only use desperate measures. If I have been rude, please forgive me. "
"You have targeted the Jing Guojun from the start?" Zhu Ling asked.
Ye Li smiled faintly and did not deny it.
"Old General Zhu has silently hidden more than a hundred thousand soldiers and horses near Bian City. Presumably, he also has a lot of provisions. To tell you the truth, the first thing we are interested in is not Young Master Zhu's army, but the provisions to feed them. " Not far away, Feng Zhiyao strolled over in a bright red brocade robe. The long sword in his hand was still dripping with blood.
Ye Li smiled helplessly. She looked at Feng Zhiyao and asked, "Why are you here?"
Feng Zhiyao said with a smile: "Wang fei is personally in danger. If I don't come, how can I explain to the Prince?"
Ye Li frowned and looked at Feng Zhiyao indifferently. You don't have to tell him!
Feng Zhiyao raised his eyebrows. Did Wangfei think that it was possible to hide it?
Seeing the exchange of glances between the two, Zhu Ling's expression dimmed. He sighed softly and looked calmly at the young woman in white. "What does Wang Fei want?"
Ye Li was silent for a moment and then said faintly, "Young Master, please come back with us."
Zhu Ling was silent. A moment later, he raised his head and laughed. Pointing at Ye Li, he said loudly, "I, Zhu Ling, have accomplished nothing in my life. But as a member of the Zhu Family, I will not be a prisoner. I will not give you the chance to threaten my grandfather! "Ye Li sighed regretfully and said," Then, what does Young Master want? "
Zhu Ling took the long sword of the guard next to him and pointed at the Black Cloud Cavalry behind Feng Zhiyao. He said in a low voice, "I ask for death in battle!"
The smile on Feng Zhiyao's face slowly faded and was replaced by a serious expression. In his view, Zhu Ling was still immature. In a few more years, his achievements would be above his own. As a general, even if the other was a defeated general, he admired and was willing to fulfill his wish. He casually cut a piece of cloth and wiped the blood off the sword. Feng Zhiyao nodded and said, "Young Master Zhu, please."
"Wait." Ye Li's voice came from the side. Feng Zhiyao raised an eyebrow and put away his long sword to look at Ye Li. Ye Li raised her hand to stop Lin Han behind her. She slowly walked forward and looked at the youth whose clothes were stained with blood. She said softly and clearly, "This consort is willing to fight with Young Master."
"Wang Fei!" Feng Zhiyao and the others were shocked and wanted to stop her. Even though Zhu Ling's army had been defeated, Zhu Ling himself was still an expert. The bloodstains on his body weren't his. In fact, Zhu Ling hadn't really done anything tonight. Ye Li waved her hand to stop Feng Zhiyao and the others from trying to persuade her. She slowly walked in front of Zhu Ling, "This consort is willing to fight with Young Master. Is this possible?"
"I have heard that Wang Fei is also an expert. This one is fortunate. Please! "
In the not-so-vast forest, corpses were strewn everywhere and blood flowed like a river.
On the battlefield littered with the corpses of Xiling soldiers, a man in white and a woman in white stood facing each other calmly. If not for the corpses and blood-stained swords, this would have been a beautiful scene. Not far away, there was a crowd silently watching them.
The long sword in Zhu Ling's hand trembled and drew out two silver sword flowers. Ye Li smiled faintly at him. A snow-white dagger flashed at her fingertips. It seemed to only pause for a moment. The two figures charged at each other at great speed. For a moment, the two figures intersected and then tangled together. Zhu Ling's sword was filled with sword energy. Ye Li's dagger also flashed with a dark and cold aura.
Zhu Ling quickly found that he could not gain any advantage against this woman in close combat. It even greatly restricted his swordsmanship. So he quickly pulled away from Ye Li. However, how could Ye Li give him the chance to do so? Her cold dagger was like a maggot that stuck to his bones as it brushed past his clothes again and again. The skin under his clothes was also stirred up by a layer of chill.
The long sword and short dagger collided. Ye Li's hand holding the dagger trembled slightly. After all, it was difficult for a woman to compete against a man in strength. Frowning, the dagger moved along the blade and sliced at Zhu Ling's wrist. Zhu Ling lowered his wrist and hurriedly dodged.
"Princess Ding is very skilled!"
"Young Master Zhu praises me too much."
Outside the battlefield, Feng Zhiyao frowned as he stared at the two fighting. But he had to admit that Wang Fei had improved quickly in the past few years. Even against a rare expert like Zhu Ling, she was not at a disadvantage. Lin Han had come to his side at some point. He was also staring at the two fighting. He asked, "Young Master Feng San, why are you here? General Zhang … "Feng Zhiyao said," Qin Feng is enough there. Even if he is not enough, he can stall for time until we get back. I am worried about Wang Fei going into danger alone. But you, are your wounds okay? "
Lin Han rubbed his back and shook his head. That wound looked fierce and dangerous, but the person who had done it had calculated and avoided a vital spot. It could only count as a flesh wound.
Feng Zhiyao raised his eyebrows and smiled. "I think it should be fine. This young master did it personally. This young master calculated well, didn't he? "
"Many thanks to Young Master Feng San for showing mercy." Lin Han gritted his teeth. Even though he had done it willingly, no one would be in a good mood after being cut for no reason. What's more, the culprit was still there proudly taking credit for it. Lin Han deeply felt that this Young Master Feng San should be taught a lesson.
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