Chen Baiqi had a battle with the black-hearted and white-faced Wu Ma Chongyu. It was fake to say that he was tired and exhausted without feeling that he was not fake. Although he might be more injured, she was used to being an office worker's routine routine. After being highly focused, she would enter a dormant time of despair. The night was dark, and once she relaxed, she felt sleepy.

She sat down next to the desk, the bed under her buttocks were soft, and the room was quiet and fragrant. The stamens and white petals were swaying in the water. She supported her cheeks and said lazyly: "The King of Beirong cannot die, so he will go to save people."

Now that the person has successfully rescued him, the things that should be arranged are arranged, so Chen Baiqi feels that the hard-working "maid" status should be officially laid off.

"So I placed me in the Beirong army and disappeared in a blink of an eye."

He also sat down opposite her through a brown-red pear wood table. The bronze beast lit up the red flames and reflected the decorations in the tent bright yellow. With a shadow, he also leaned lazily and whispered intimately with her: "What you want to do is to save the King of Beirong? I don't know when you have such a friendship with him?"

This is completely a slander. If she really has friendship with the King of Beirong, why would she have to ask him for help when she came to Beirong Chunhunting?

Her eyelashes curled down, raised her eyes, and said quietly: "What I meant to save people is not referring to King Beirong."

Seeing that she was so sleepy, she didn't tell him the truth, Mengchangjun was a little unhappy: "You are so confused about your words, aren't you trusting me?"

Just tired, want to sleep...

"It's me an old acquaintance, you've never seen it before..."

He faintly intercepted her words: "It's the General Changshengde of Beirong. Speaking of which, it seems like he had seen him at a spring banquet in Chu many years ago. His tall and strange appearance of strange people and the Central Plains people still remember them deeply and are not completely unrecognizable."

Chen Baiqi paused for a moment, and was shocked by his words. He didn't know how to answer the conversation, so he asked curiously: "How did you guess it?"

She actually wanted to know if other people could see it?

Mengchangjun glanced at her sideways, and her cold peach blossom eyes reflected a light luster, with a strange gentle flowing in it: "What you want to save is nothing more than a person who will fall into danger, and the General Changshengde, who was suspected to be missing by the King of Beirong and is now suspected to be missing, isn't it a ready-made candidate, so where did you hide the person?"

It is not difficult to guess, but the others do not know her, and they do not know the true identity and purpose of her, a small and humble maid hidden in the foreign team.

Chen Baiqi pointed at the desk with his fingertips, and there was no need to hide it any more: "He left, but he will not become a victim of this game. I will let him completely escape from this identity and these conspiracies."

There are some things that need not be explained, and you can find out just from her words and expressions. Mengchangjun originally thought that this former general of Beirong was just a useful tool that "Chen Rui" wanted to obtain, but when he heard this, he felt that he was just thinking it was wrong.

"He values ​​you so much?" He laughed, waved his sleeves and sat up, but he was not as good as before. "Where did this old acquaintance recognize you? I only know that you are from the Wu clan and overseas people. Since Qin was an official, he has been stationed in the fourth field of Qin. Qin and Chu have not been in contact with each other for a long time. How did you have an old relationship with this barbarian general?"

Chen Baiqi just smiled, but didn't say anything. She couldn't help but yawn with a delicate yawn, her eyelids gradually dropped, she was so tired that she started to hold her chin on her wrist: "He will no longer be General Changshengde of Beirong. His name is Ju. This name was given to me before..."

Mengchangjun heard it very clearly, and he remained silent.

Seeing that she was lying on the table like a lazy cat about to melt into a liquid state, he suddenly couldn't control his impulse and said, "You clearly remember that many people are not in this world, but in the past world, so why do you don't want to recognize me..."

Chen Baiqi was already asleep on the table table at this time. The room was very warm and there was a comfortable mat underneath. The chill of spring could not enter the tent. After a while, she made a slight sound and slept peacefully and beautifully.

He looked at her quietly for a while, his eyes were filled with shocking and dark infatuation. Only when she could not see him would he let himself indulge himself. He stood up and walked to her side, bent down and picked her up lightly. He did not dare to use force, and placed it gently and slowly on his bed, took off his shoes and socks, and covered it with a thin quilt with his breath.

"Anyway, you're still looking back..."

He recalled that in the fire that was mixed with poisonous smoke, his eyes were red, and he was determined to look for her in the chaos and killing, and refused to leave, until the assassins who tore open the Beirong skin came, he barely avoided a sword, took the other party's hand and stabbed it in. The sharp sword edge was sinking into his fleshy belly, and blood couldn't stop coming out, and his eyes turned around were cold and heavy.

After inhaling the poisonous fog for a long time, it will gradually cause numbness, sweat, dizziness and even breathing. A large-scale spreading toxin that is not fatal for a while is far better to control and search than fatal. As long as these assassins who can kill people without blinking in a state of no one, it will be an irresistible disaster.

They intend to create chaos among the dense crowd. Killing is not to vent anger or resentment, but just an extremely calm method, not to stick to identity and kill people when they see them. When they meet Mengchangjun and his team, they encounter obstacles, such as encountering a road blocking stone on a smooth road, but this did not make them retreat. These people are obviously a group of dead soldiers, without human nature, and not afraid of life and death, and are determined to complete tasks.

They probably had taken the antidote in advance, not affected by the poisonous smoke spreading around them, but the warriors of Mengchangjun gradually felt exhausted. Some people were dealing with the assassins in front of them, constantly falling down, and injured. Now they were approaching their eyes and trying to escape, but they were probably too late, because the assassins had surrounded them.

On the other side, a large number of Beirong troops arrived. The dense and messy footsteps were not to be misunderstood. However, after judging the situation, they did not dare to rush in. They just mobilized all their forces to guard the passage of the bonfire conference. They cautiously responded to those who escaped by chance in the weak outer circle of the poison smoke, but did not dare to go deep into the depths of the poison smoke, the dangerous territory around the bonfire.

After only a few hours, the poisonous smoke was blew away by the wind and the vision was clear before entering and catching the assassin.

They couldn't see the specific situation inside, and naturally they didn't know that Mengchangjun and the others were surrounded by assassins because these tough guys could not capture them for a long time and many of their own people died. They became the main targets of assassins to stop and kill.

"Your Majesty, go quickly, let's stop them!"

Only seven or eight warriors were left to surround Mengchangjun, roaring with their swords. Mengchangjun was sweating from his forehead. He licked his skinny lips, but did not retreat. Instead, he grabbed a knife from the warrior's hand and rushed into the assassin group. He was immersed in luxury supplies over the years, and his pampered life made him dull the neat skills he had trained for Shaojun, but his instinct to practice martial arts was still not lost. He cut down his sword, and an assassin blocked his shoulders and neck. His eyes were fierce and he pressed down hard.

The sword that was cut from behind was blocked by the warrior in time. He wiped the sword across and killed an assassin.

"Don't talk nonsense, kill me!"

At this time, another assassin swayed his sword on the slope. He turned sideways in time and a warrior stepped forward to block a sword for him. He pressed down his gloomy eyes, pushed the person away, and slashed the assassin's arm with a knife. Then he turned the sword flower and cut off the head on his neck.

One, two... The assassins who rushed over continuously were as annoying as locusts. The people on Mengchangjun's side were getting more and more rapid, their chests were as heavy as wet flowers. His arms were sore and soft that even simple chops seemed so clumsy. The passage of time seemed meaningless, because every minute and every second were infinitely longer. He glanced over at a glance, and there were still more than a dozen assassins waiting for an opportunity to move, constantly approaching, like a bad prey playing with the powerless resistance.

Knowing that he was powerless to turn the world around, the warriors held the knife tightly in their hands, sweating like rain, and shouted with the last breath: "Swear to protect the Lord to the death."

The warrior stroked the wetness on his face, which was unknown whether it was blood or sweat. They were already a powerful crossbow bow, and could only use their lives to fight for the Lord Shang. If they could drag a few more, they could also fight for the Lord Shang. They gritted their teeth, and their eyes were split and their lips rushed forward desperately to fight the assassin in the final battle, even though there was a clear gap in strength between them at the moment.

Mengchangjun was breathing heavily. The hair crown that had been combed finely had fallen to one side, and his messy hair fell on both sides of his cheeks. He looked at the back of the warrior who had been dying without hesitation. His chest was burning like fire, and his throat was filled with choking and astringent feeling.

Will he die here today?

Unwillingness, extreme unwillingness made his eyes red.

He held the sword in his hand again, the tip of the sword trembled, and his weak feet took a step forward...

But something happened here suddenly. I saw the toxic fog barrier flowing in front of me as if it was torn apart by an extremely powerful and domineering force. The graceful and slender figure that made him look so eagerly arrived suddenly with a gorgeous light curtain. As soon as she took action, she stood in full swords and guns, and the incandescent cold light swept towards the assassin with the momentum of rock collapse. The situation suddenly changed.

puff--

The assassins who stood the previous second lay down the next second.

"If you don't want to die, it's better to stand there and don't move anything."

At the same time, a clear and clear female voice came faintly, clearly and undoubtedly came into their ears.

The assassin who stood far froze on his face, and was completely shocked by the thunder of the person who came.

The warriors stood there with their swords raised, unable to react to the unexpected change in front of them. They were stunned for a while and realized something. They widened their eyes and looked towards the girl, and were so surprised that they almost burst into tears.

"Clang" the long sword in his hand fell to the ground. Meng Changjun tried hard to stop his trembling arms, his cold white lips were pursed, and his heart was surging, staring at her figure tightly...

She is here...

At that moment, he suddenly realized that most of his previous unwillingness came from her.

At that time, he didn't know what would happen to Chen Rui if he didn't choose to turn back.

Later, when he heard her say that King Beirong could not die, he realized that her target for coming to Beirong this time might be King Beirong, but he was the one she chose.

At that time, the assassin suddenly broke out, which must have caused a commotion in advance to assassinate the Beirong King, attracting the attention of the Beirong Army to the lively and crowded bonfire meeting. This means that at the same time, the Beirong King might encounter another carefully prepared assassination. Her sudden disappearance was obviously aware of this and was ready to rush over to save the person as soon as possible. It was just because he was stubborn when he was drunk, and because he did not withdraw in time, he fell into danger. In the end, she turned back for him.

She gave up her initial purpose, but chose to save him first.

Can he think that in her heart, he has always been important to other things.

Just as his heart was throbbing for this discovery, she later told him why the person she was trying to save was not King Beirong, but another person.

That person is all she devotes to her energy than him.

He stood by the couch for a long time before he slowly lay down and slept beside her.

"How can you be willing to put it in my palm..."

He stretched out his hand and grabbed her little hand that was slightly curled up, and almost held her hand in the palm of his hand. Then he closed his tired and sour eyes.

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The next day, Chen Baiqi woke up first. Before his eyes opened, he felt someone beside him. However, since the other party was a familiar and unprepared object, her body did not instinctively repelled and attacked immediately.

When I opened my eyes, I found that it was indeed Mengchangjun.

She remembered what happened last night. It was probably because her body was too tired after the battle, so she slept without any defense. As a slave, she naturally did not place a bed in the tent. Therefore, she didn't know how she climbed onto the bed to sleep. However, this bed was made by Mengchangjun. She occupied half of it for no reason. He did not drive her out of bed, but he only occupied the other half, which was considered to be a complete righteousness.

There were too many things that happened last night, and they were all exhausted. It was unnecessary to care about too much red tape. Seeing that he had not woken up, she planned to get up gently, but inadvertently saw something slipping from his sleeve and falling on the bed.

She was not a person who liked to explore other people's privacy. She glanced openly at a glance, but she felt that this plain hairband looked familiar.

etc.

She couldn't help but turn her eyes and glanced at her again until she saw the word "媚" embroidered with a blue thread at the end of the headband, and looked slightly surprised.

No wonder I think it looks familiar, just because this hairband used to belong to her.

She withdrew her gaze in a daze, then calmly climbed down without disturbing Mengchangjun. She slowly tidied up her dress and hair that had been slept a little, and made sure that her whole body was properly lifted the curtain and left the tent.

Mengchangjun, who should have been asleep on the couch, opened his eyes at some point, and there was a clear light in his eyes.

He bent the corner of his mouth, hooked his slender hairband with his fingers and squeezed it into the palm of his hand.
Chapter completed!