He Songning paused, but did not look back in a hurry.

He lowered his head first and lowered his voice at the same time: "Are you plotting against me?"

Xue Qingyin looked even more shocked than him: "How could you miss me so much?"

Xue Qingyin struggled and rolled off the bed, raised her head and looked at the King of the Meng clan: "Didn't you leave?"

The king of the Meng clan slowly approached from outside the door: "If I really left, how could I see such a scene?"

He said, looking at He Songning's back with cold eyes: "The dignified King Xuan is so shameless. Do you have to change your name before you dare to enter our Mon camp?"

Xue Qingyin: "Ah?"

He Songning: "...?"

He Songning did not panic at all, but laughed out loud: "So you thought I was King Xuan."

The king of the Meng clan frowned: "I know you can act, but now that you've reached this point, there's no point in pretending."

He paused for a moment, then looked at Xue Qingyin and said: "From yesterday to today, you have tried your best not to look at him. Why? Are you afraid that your eyes will show even a little bit of longing and worry?"

He Songning had a strange expression and couldn't help turning his head to look at Xue Qingyin.

He didn't know she was like this...

Xue Qingyin opened her mouth, then thought that she was the one acting in the play.

Ah, yes, yes.

Anyway, King Xuan is not here either.

It's not impossible for you to say that I like that pig outside.

"When you're not looking at him, you're mostly looking at the sky or your sleeves, and you seem restless. How can you, who is so afraid of boredom, endure such boredom?"

"I know you are trying your best to hide it, but you can't fake it. His arrival makes you happy and makes you react fiercely."

"You lied to me." The Meng clan king's tone was slightly cold, and his eyes became much sharper.

Xue Qingyin didn't say a word.

Silence is better than sound at this time.

The king of the Meng clan couldn't help but stepped forward, and his tone was even colder: "I specially held a banquet to invite him. Although he acted well, Ding Wu was a little afraid of him in his behavior. How did he look like his brother? More like him.

I asked him to paint your portrait again. His emotions can be concealed, but his writing cannot deceive others..."

The king of the Mon clan told his reasoning process bit by bit.

"I took the scroll and pretended to be impatient and went back to the house. He came to the courtyard as a guest, and he should have seen how lax the guards in your courtyard are. Since I can't hide my longing for him, I also allowed him to come in and out, and he will definitely come to see you.

...It’s just that I didn’t expect it to be so fast.”

After the Mon king finished speaking, he raised his hand, and immediately the Mon soldiers rushed in.

"I'm afraid you will really be a widow now." The king of the Meng clan looked at Xue Qingyin and said.

He Songning's heart stirred, and there was something strange and unspeakable about it.

He straightened his expression and slowly turned around: "After fighting for so many days, you have never even seen King Xuan's face?"

The tone is sarcastic and merciless.

The lines between the Mon king's eyebrows are deeper.

He took a large bow from the hands of a slave on the side and pointed the arrow in He Songning's direction.

The arrow was made to be extremely strong, and if it flew out, it might pierce He Songning's entire chest.

Xue Qingyin immediately shouted: "No!"

I didn't moisturize my voice in advance, so I almost screamed and screamed on the spot, which made me sound even more miserable and pitiful.

He Songning's eyelids twitched and he stopped being mean-mouthed.

"My name is Xue Ning. I am her eldest brother, but I am not Prince Xuan." He Songning said quickly.

The king of the Meng clan put down his bow and arrow with a strange look on his face: "Then why are you..."

He Songning asked, "What's wrong with the eldest brother coming to save my sister?"

When the king of the Meng clan thought about it, it made sense.

But he did not remove the people. Instead, he looked at them and said coldly: "But from my point of view, you two have no similarities at all. How can you look like brothers and sisters?"

He Songning's expression was unnatural for a moment, but his tone was very determined: "She is like my mother, and I am like my father."

Xue Qingyin grabbed He Songning's sleeve and said anxiously: "Yes! He is my eldest brother! If you really like me, you shouldn't treat my eldest brother like this..."

When He Songning heard this, he felt something was wrong.

But after careful consideration, I couldn't find anything wrong.

The soldiers couldn't help but put away their weapons.

Big brother.

Maybe he will be my uncle in the future.

The king of the Meng clan sneered: "You still want to lie to me?"

Without hesitation, he took up the bow and shot again.

Arrows flew out.

He Songning's face darkened, and he picked up the porcelain pillow beside him to block it.

But the arrow fired from close range came with great force, knocking out a big hole in the porcelain pillow. In the end, it lost 70% to 80% of the force, but still pierced into He Songning's shoulder.

He groaned in his throat, and his eyes became darker and sharper.

The king of the Meng clan released an arrow, did not stop, and drew his bow again.

For a moment, Xue Qingyin even held her breath slightly.

If something happens to this person, he is really going to be killed!

However, He Songning didn't care about his injured shoulder and picked up a bench with his backhand and threw it out.

Then his figure flashed and moved around.

There was a "whoosh" sound.

A soft sword was drawn from his waist.

It turns out that his belt is also a weapon.

"Stop! Stop it quickly..." Xue Qingyin tried her best to sound like a weak little white flower trying to start a fight, hastily and helplessly.

He Songning's eyelids twitched and he didn't bother to look back at Xue Qingyin's expression at this time.

But the king of the Meng clan took her expression completely into his eyes.

She has always looked lazy and indifferent.

At this time, she was crying so pitifully.

She lowered her body just for him.

Flames ignited in the eyes of the king of the Meng clan, and he was determined to kill "King Xuan" here!

Kill him! Only then can we climb the peak of Liang Dynasty!

The Mon king let go and let go of the arrow.

He Songning suffered an unexpected loss, so how could he easily succeed at this time?

He casually grabbed a Mon soldier, used it as a shield, and fought forward. He also grabbed the saber on their body and waved it.

Wherever it passed, blood splattered.

For a time, these Mon warriors were no match for him.

The Mon king retreated to the door: "Here comes someone!"

The people guarding the courtyard gate heard the sound and rushed in.

So surrounded...

It looks like a dead end.

Xue Qingyin burst into tears and fell to the ground: "No, don't kill him..."

Crocodile tears wet her clothes.

It was probably because I was so absorbed in the drama that I was out of breath.

The king of the Meng clan uttered a few words: "It makes people jealous."

After saying that, he put his fingers on the bowstring again.

He Songning's thoughts flew away for a moment, but he was quickly pulled back.

There are actually people who are jealous of the love he possesses...
To be continued...