"Linzi king." The Duke of Zhenguo said in a deep voice.

Shen Yan can't believe it. He gave up his seat to Chu Mingjing, but he didn't want it. Now he's fighting again. What's the trouble?

"What's the situation now?"

"We have reached Yecheng."

Ye city is not far from the capital Chang'an.

Shen Yan thought to himself that Chu Mingjing was worthy of the talent of the emperor. In a few short months, he recruited soldiers and recruited a group of people who were willing to be loyal to him, and quickly fought all the way from Linzi to Yecheng.

Shen Yan even wanted to write a letter asking for peace, saying that he would like to meditate and stop fighting. But it's just thinking about it. At this point, it's absolutely impossible to seek peace. The defeated emperors have always come to a miserable end. He can only fight now, and he must.

"The situation is very unfavorable now, and almost no one in the DPRK and China is willing to fight." The town is fair.

Shen Yan's heart sank down. It seems that many ministers are more inclined to support Chu Mingjing.

"I'm willing to fight." Du Jue said in a deep voice.

Shen Yan felt uneasy and took Du Jue's hand uneasily.

A few days later, someone volunteered.

"Ming Yuan, the last general, is willing to serve your majesty." The man is a war armor, the body is very big, there is a kind of illusion of blocking the sky.

Shen Yan was shocked and disgraced. He had never seen such a murderous person before - he was cold on his back at a glance, and even wanted to make people ignore his original outstanding appearance.

Shen Yan infers from his fierce intuition that this man must have been killed heavily in his previous life. He says that he came out of a sea of corpses. I'm afraid that the degree is still light.

But ordinary people can't have such a deep evil. Shen Yan thought about all the big men who were fighting in the six realms. He had a few guesses in his heart.

"I've allocated 200000 troops to you, general Ming. Is that enough?"

"Fifty thousand is enough." Mingyuan road.

Shen Yan took a cool breath. This is too arrogant. But when he came out of the mouth of Mingyuan, he could not help disbelieving.

Coming out of the hall, Mingyuan saw a small figure standing at the door of the hall.

"I will not break what I promised you." Mingyuan road. This woman will appear here, obviously worried that he won't volunteer according to the agreement, so she specially came to confirm the situation.

Princess Anya's face was slightly stiff. She pursed her red lips and said in a low voice, "I'll wait for you to come back safely."

"It's waiting for you to win." Mingyuan corrects with a smile.

However, his face was so fierce that he couldn't smile gently. Instead, he seemed to be sneering and threatening.

In the twinkling of an eye is late spring.

The battlefield is changing rapidly, and the initial news is not very good.

Shen Yan was so frightened that he always dreamed of Du Jue's body. Fortunately, at the turn of late spring and early summer, the war situation ushered in a turning point. Linzi King's defeat has been decided, and asked to meet with the pilgrim.

Shen Yan agreed almost without hesitation.

Chu Mingjing entered the palace. Even if he was defeated, he was still beautiful and not in the slightest embarrassment. He stood twenty paces away from Shen Yan and saluted.

Shen Yan suddenly feels sad. He really looks at Chu Mingjing as his brother, but he never thinks that they are so far apart in this life that they even fight each other.

He really wanted to ask: Why did you rebel? You don't need me to take the throne.

But now that it's over, it's only hypocritical to say that.

Shen Yan's face is full of Qi Rong. I don't know what to say.

They looked at each other in silence.

Chu Mingjing opened his mouth first: "Chu Chenyan, do you hate me?"