In her previous life, Jun Jin had avoided Mu Qing like the plague. Even though Mu Qing had given her heart to him, he had abandoned it like it was a shoe. He wished he could stomp on it to express his anger. But now, he was shamelessly trying to be together with her. 1357924?
It wasn't that Jiujiu didn't suspect that Jun Jin was Ain. It was because Ain's soul was full that he liked her. But this suspicion was only for a moment before it was denied by Jiujiu.
Ain's love for her was so strong and passionate, without a trace of impurity. Jiujiu was sure that even if she was a beggar, Ain would not hesitate to like her.
But Jun Jin was different. He liked her, but his love was mixed with many impurities and many unclear factors. His love was too complicated. He didn't like her sincerely.
Jiujiu felt that she seemed to miss Twelve.
That taciturn man whose ears would turn red when she teased him too much.
But, where did Twelve go?
The Empress didn't say, Fifteen didn't say, and Twelve didn't appear. She really didn't know where Twelve went.
Jiujiu felt that she seemed to miss Twelve. Even if she was living a life of luxury, even if she had the Empress and the Imperial Husband's care, even if Jun Jin kept circling around her and only begging her to look at him, Jiujiu's heart was as calm as an ancient well, without the slightest ripple.
Jiujiu felt that she seemed to like Twelve a little. But where was Twelve?
At this moment, Twelve was wearing a suit of armor and holding a sword to cut down the enemy soldiers who rushed over. He didn't have time to wipe the blood on his face and continued to kill the enemy.
After leaving Jiujiu, Twelve went to see the Empress. Although the Empress blamed him for not knowing the severity of the matter and taking advantage of Jiujiu, she didn't want to kill him.
Twelve was a genius. The Empress cherished talents, and Twelve also made a request.
He had lived for others his whole life. Before he was 15, he lived for the Empress. After he was 15, he lived for Jiujiu. Now that he was 28, he wanted to live for himself.
He liked Jiujiu and wanted to be with Jiujiu, so he told the Empress about it.
At present, the situation at the border was tense. If he could use three years to quell the chaos, then the Empress would agree to let him be together with Jiujiu.
Although the Empress was a little hesitant, the war at the border was more important, so she agreed to Twelve's request. However.
She proposed that if Jiujiu fell in love with another man within three years, then this bet would not count.
Twelve smiled. His originally tough face was as warm as the snow that had not yet melted. He made a sound of acknowledgment and rushed to the border that night.
He couldn't wait to marry Jiujiu.
Not to mention three years, as long as he was given more than a year, he would definitely put an end to the war.
After the war ended, Twelve didn't know how much blood had splashed on his body. His cold armor was even covered with minced meat. Even so, Twelve was reluctant to rest.
Time was so precious. He must put an end to the war as soon as possible so that he could be with Jiujiu.
But he didn't know what Jiujiu was doing at the moment.
Did she miss him as much as he missed her?
Thinking of Jiujiu's delicate face and slightly pouting lips when she was unhappy, Twelve revealed a gentle smile.
"General, I have something important to report." A voice came from outside the tent. The gentle smile on Twelve's face instantly turned cold. He opened his mouth and said in a cold voice, "Come in."
"Yes …" The person who came in was the original general.
When Twelve came with the Empress's handwritten order, she was not convinced by him at all.
Although Twelve was the leader of the shadow guards and had great abilities, it didn't mean that he knew the art of war. Moreover, no matter how great his abilities were, he was still a man. And a man's identity was destined to stay at home to take care of his wife and children. So when Twelve came, she led the opposition.
Twelve, on the other hand, only took three days to win a war that even she was not confident in winning. Every time he killed the enemy, he would bravely take the lead. This kind of spirit convinced the general, and she was willing to retire and give Twelve the title of general.
The general softly told the information she received, then stood to the side and looked at Twelve with an infatuated expression.
She was 23 years old this year. Because of the war at the border, she had not been able to get married. She once thought that she would never get married in this life. After all, men nowadays were delicate. They would pant after taking a step, like a doll that needed to be held in the palm of someone's hand and carefully cared for.
She, on the other hand, had been learning martial arts and the art of war since she was young. Moreover, she had always been at the border. You could ask her to dance with a sword, but she could never coax a man.
Although the general liked men, she did not like those delicate men who needed to be protected. She liked men who could compete with her or stand at the same height as her.
And Twelve was such a man.
The general had never seen a man like Twelve.
Although his face was ugly, he was very brave. When the enemy was killed, he would rush to the front. Every time during a discussion, his ideas would be the best and most suitable.
Before this, he was just a shadow guard. Even the art of war was something he had hurriedly glanced at on the way here. The so-called genius was nothing more than this.
No wonder the Empress was willing to make Twelve a general even if he was a man.
The general had always thought that if Twelve was a woman, he would definitely be a dazzling woman. Even if he was ugly, he would definitely be pursued and loved by all the men in the country.
Now, the general was very glad that Twelve was a man, and a very ugly man. Because he was ugly, no one could find his beauty, and no one would fight with her for him.
The general felt that since she would get married sooner or later, since she was not interested in those delicate men, although Twelve was a little ugly, the general was very happy.
What was there to be afraid of? Anyway, people looked like that when they were old. Whether they were ugly or not could not be seen clearly. On the contrary, Twelve's heart was rare and precious.
It was just that the general had a clear sense of priorities. The most important thing now was not the matter between her and Twelve, but the war at the border.
With the arrival of Twelve, the war that had been in a stalemate had already become one-sided. The enemy country had already shown signs of decline.
But a cornered dog would jump over a wall. No one knew what shameless things the enemy country would do if they really lost. And this time, she came to Twelve to discuss what to do next.
After listening to the general's information, Twelve made a judgment after carefully analyzing it. Then, he told the general what she needed to do and waved his hand to let her leave.
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