At this moment, Jiang Chengyi, who was transparent and hanging in the air, felt chill all over, shook his head hard, and kept saying: "No, no..."

The general was killed, and the Wei Dynasty lost its main force, leaving only a young emperor who was only sixteen years old to support it. Although the fighting spirit of the military generals has not diminished, it has gradually become unsupported.

However, the Huns and the Central Korean army were exactly the opposite. General Soluoqi killed a famous general of the Wei Dynasty, and news of the prince spread throughout the military camp.

Soon, these alien armies raised their fighting spirit and launched an attack even more fiercely.

The Shao Emperor had insufficient troops and failed to last long, so he was forcibly taken away by his subordinates and fled to Jingzhou with the army.

The enemy pursued him relentlessly.

The Imperial Army of the Great Wei Dynasty was annihilated by the entire army in the hills and Hebei.

The young emperor became a prisoner and fell into the hands of the monarch of the Chinese court. He tragically died in the tent of the enemy and his head was cut off and he hung it on everyone.

At this point, the Great Wei Dynasty was destroyed, the building collapsed, and there was nothing.

Jiang Chengyi looked at the scene flashing in disbelief, hanging in the air without any power.

At this moment, the scene changed again. On Kuaiji Mountain, among the fields and tiles. His most beloved sister was guarding two tombstones, with the words "Mu Yun and My Friend" engraved on them. Behind these two tombstones, there was a newly dug pit, and the corpse of a male who had long lost his vitality. Jiang Chengyi saw the man's appearance clearly, and it was Ning Nanyou who died on the battlefield.

His cold and handsome face was not bloody at all, it was pale and white, his eyes were tightly wrinkled, and there was a circle of black thin lines at the head and neck, which looked like he was beheaded after death and was secretly transported out traces of suture.

Jiang Chengjia's beautiful eyes shed tears, sobbed, and held her sleeves tightly, endured the great sorrow, and cried in absent voice, almost fainting.

However, Jiang Chengyi didn't have the heart to pay attention to the cold male corpse. He stared at the stone tablet with the words "Mu Yun and My Friend" inscribed in a daze. His heart seemed to be empty, his eyes were red, and he shook his head wildly, "How is it possible? How can Mu Yun die?"

Jiang Chengyi trembled and wanted to go up and grab Jiang Chengjia and ask clearly, but he was useless and could not catch the figure.

"Mom..." A small figure staggered from the grass cottage step by step.

The little girl is only seven or eight years old, with a small face wrinkled and doesn't understand what her mother is crying.

The picture suddenly began to darken, suddenly shattered into dust, and formed countless stars to embellish his dream.

Until noisy sounds from outside came into it, he was suddenly awakened.

Jiang Chengyi kept murmuring "Impossible" in his mouth. After waking up, he still felt like he was in Hell Shura, and his whole body was trembling.

Xue Qing kept waiting by his side. Seeing him open his eyes, he couldn't help but shout happily: "Lord, lord?"

Seeing that he was still shaking and kept shouting, he became nervous again, and held Jiang Chengyi's waved hands in a panic and asked quickly: "Lord! What's wrong with you, lord?"

He shouted wildly as if he couldn't hear the shouting.

Xue Qinghong stared at Qiu Yiling beside her and shouted, "What the hell is going on?"

The doctor was so scared that he immediately stepped forward to take Jiang Chengyi's pulse. After half a quarter of an hour, he shrank timidly: "Se...Mr. Xue, don't be anxious. Lord Jiang's injuries have been controlled and the toxins are not spreading. Apply a few more medicines to remove them. At this moment, Lord Jiang... must be trapped by a nightmare, hurting his mind and not awake yet. Please... Please give him an acupuncture and fix the acupoints with one needle, and it will be cured."

Xue Qing made way for him and acquiesced to him.

Qiu Yuling didn't dare to delay it. He quickly took out a short needle, touched the pulse point, and inserted his eyes and hands quickly. Jiang Chengyi suddenly hesitated all over his body, took a breath of cold air, and gradually became quiet.

Xue Qing immediately rushed forward and asked, "Master? How are you?"

At this moment, Jiang Chengyi, who was drowsy, realized that the scene in the dream had disappeared, was discomfort, and lay softly on the lunke jade pillow, opened his lips, and looked at Xue Qing empty-looking. The young man suddenly appeared in front of him, and he screamed in surprise, grabbed Xue Qing's hand, and shouted: "A Qing! You are still here!"

Xue Qing was stunned, and Jiang Chengyi held his hands tightly, blinked his eyes, and said in a little scared: "I'm here, I'm here."

Jiang Chengyi breathed in big mouthfuls of air, swallowed his throat with great effort, and tried hard to support himself to sit up.

Xue Qing hurried forward to support him.

I saw that the young man with a pale face on the bed and sweaty forehead looked around and looked at him, and an anxiety appeared in his eyes. He subconsciously licked his dry lips and said tremblingly: "Where is Ayi? Where is she? Let her come to see me... Let her come to see me!"

He was cursed and said all these nonsense.

Xue Qing was puzzled and said in a daze: "Lord, aren't you going to let your subordinates tell your daughter that you were injured? Why are you suddenly going to see the daughter now?"

Jiang Chengyi had not recovered from the nightmare, and what was waving in front of him were tombstones standing in the field garden. The word "Mu Yun" on the tombstone always shocked him physically and mentally.

The scorching pain in the wound on his waist made him unable to help but grit his teeth and sweat profusely.

He covered his dazed mind, and the scene in the nightmare just now replayed again and again, and he could not hear Xue Qing's call at all.

Seeing this, Xue Qing was anxious and grabbed Qiu Yiling's collar again and said viciously: "Didn't you say he will be fine? Why did he become like this now? Could it be that you! He has made some moves in the prescription!"

Qiu Yuling was shocked, shivered, and kept crying for injustice.

Jiang Chengyi closed his eyes and grabbed his clothes in pain. His snow-white neck gradually became a layer of redness, and then gradually climbed onto his flawless cheeks.

After a long time, he suddenly relaxed his tone and said quietly: "Xue Qing."

Xue Qing's face was flushed and was about to raise his fist to teach Qiu Yiling a lesson. He heard this faint cry from his ears, and he stopped his hand.

He turned his head and saw Jiang Chengyi struggling to hold his hands on the bed railing beside him, and said softly: "Where is the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that I asked you to prepare?"

Xue Qing was obviously stunned for a moment, then reacted and said with a worried look: "Lord... You have fainted just once, three or four hours. You have finally woken up now, so you have to work hard immediately? You can rest. Even if it is a little late, it will be fine."

Jiang Chengyi said with a serious expression: "I... have been sleeping for three or four hours? Then, when is it now?"

Xue Qing replied: "It's already evening."

There was a hint of shock and worry on Jiang Chengyi's face of defeat, but it was not obvious when mixed in his tired look.

"Don't talk nonsense, set up the table quickly, I want to compile a book!" His expression was constantly alternating in anxiety and panic.

Xue Qing had never seen Jiang Chengyi like this before, so he was so scared that he quickly set up a table for him and put on his pen and ink.

However, Jiang Chengyi Fang woke up from the dream. At this moment, he was extremely mentally poor and had no physical strength. His hand holding the purple gold wolf hair was still shaking, unable to stop, and he couldn't write all the words.

But he gritted his teeth and stood up.

Xue Qing said with a heartache: "Lord, you can't even make this money. Why do you have to force yourself to write these two letters?"

Jiang Chengyi pursed her dry and blood-seeking lips and said nothing.

Xue Qing stood aside with a bored look, originally trying to poke his head out to see what he was writing. However, before his eyes could scan the silk book, he saw Jiang Chengyi quickly covering the content with his sleeve, raised his eyes and looked at him.

In this pair of delicate and beautiful peach blossom eyes, they lost the warmth of the past and became extremely cold at this moment.

Xue Qing was startled, looked embarrassed, and scratched his head tactically, and said a few words: "Lord...you continue, you continue."

He pretended to be nothing, turned around and carried it over, and did not dare to spy on the secrets in the silk book.

Jiang Chengyi tried hard to resist the trembling and weakness of his arms at this moment, and wrote quickly on Jin Xuan.

When he wrote a letter, he was vigorous and swept away his sickness and paleness, and felt a sense of dominance. Because the things he wrote were extremely important, he tightened his face and looked somber and terrifying, as if he was facing some great enemy. The cold light emitted in his eyes could dye a radius of ten miles with frost.

This is Jiang Chengyi, who has never been seen by everyone.

Si Jianglang, the head of the Dongfu Department, is a beautiful and elegant young man with a charming and elegant orchid, and his aura is as bright as the bright moon in the sky and as white as the vast snow. He has a distant temperament, but he cannot resist the affection and tenderness in his peach blossom eyes. He rarely gets angry with people and always treats people gentle.

This description is spread throughout the streets and alleys of the capital.

However, now, Qiu Yiling and his servants were extremely frightened and curled up in the corner and dared not move, for fear that the man with a cold look in front of him would swallow them alive.

You should know that the more gentle a person is, the more terrifying he becomes when he gets angry.

There was no sound in the whole room, and even the breathing of everyone was minimal, and they became cautious.

Xue Qing kept his body stiff and did not dare to move.

It was not until Jiang Chengyi stopped writing and let out a soft breath. He couldn't wait to turn around and look at the young man.

Jiang Chengyi had folded the two golden prides in his hand into four directions, stuffed them into two cowhide seals, and wrapped them with a layer of silk. He handed them one by one to Xue Qing, and told him: "You will send this letter to the north in person if you are notified of this letter, and you will notify the secret guards who have been following Zhuying, and let them temporarily store the letter with Zhuying. After finding the Pavilion Master, you will hand the letter to her."

Xue Qing didn't understand and said in confusion: "Isn't the Pavilion Master here in Linhe?"

Jiang Chengyi sighed, "If it were three months ago, this girl might be still in the congratulations. However, autumn is coming soon. The Huaiyin Hou and his group probably have arrived in the north. I don't know about others, but this girl must have been worried about the Huaiyin Hou and must have followed her quietly. Zhuying was ordered by me and kept following her. She is the person who knows her best now. She can always send the letter to the girl safely when she finds him."
Chapter completed!