Immediately afterwards, the gate of Yangzhou was opened, and tens of thousands of soldiers in heavy armor came out in an orderly manner, set up Song Huaijin on the ground, and withdrew to the city as quickly as possible.

Let the people watching the battle from afar be terrified.

"Miss Wanyue, how is it? Mr. Huai Jin has been arrested! ”

Immediately after, someone scolded: "Phew! I have long said that women are useless, what kind of battles will she fight, I really don't know what His Royal Highness thinks about it, and let her lead the troops! ”

"I think, let's go back to Linyuan City as soon as possible, maybe we can pick up a life."

Ji Wanyue put away the telescope, turned around and said, "Go back, Song Huaijin will be almost successful." ”

"What?" A soldier screamed and questioned: "Miss Wanyue, our brother only gave you this face because he knew you, if you looked at that Song Huaijin without a clue, we would have to look down on you." ”

"It's just that she was clearly arrested, and there is still room for reversal?"

"I really don't know where this fox seduced the Sixth Highness, are we going to save it?"

"You don't need to save her, five days, five days, I guarantee that Song Huaijin can swallow Yangzhou City without a single soldier!"

Looking at Ji Wanyue's calm appearance, the soldiers questioned again:

"Five days? Miss Ji, just kidding, maybe Song Huaijin won't even have a bone residue left in five days. ”

"That is, when the time comes, it will be our responsibility for His Highness to pursue it!"

"Your Highness will pursue it and let him come to me, anyway, he hates me enough, but if Song Huaijin wins, you will have to listen to my deployment, how about it?"

Ji Wanyue's joking tone aroused everyone's doubts and interest, and the soldiers smiled disdainfully: "Okay, anyway, let's go back in five days." ”

Ji Wanyue smiled softly, and the face that looked like Song Huaijin was a little more coquettish, and the hearts of those who looked at it were itchy.

The leading general, Jing Yuhao, looked at his eyes a little straight, licked his lips and stepped forward and said:

"Miss Wanyue, I... Well... I heard that Miss Wanyue is a good cook. ”

"General Jing wants to eat my cooking?" Ji Wanyue reached out and shook the medicine in her sleeve that can control people's minds, and said with a smile:

"That's no problem, so many people rely on the general's leadership, what is my little woman, come with me."

"Good!" Jing Yuhao agreed, and followed Ji Wanyue to run away.

It was night, the border was the sky was always gray, and when I looked up, I could only see the crescent moon, Song Huaijin was tied to the couch, quietly waiting for the people outside to come.

"Click", there was a sudden movement by the window, she knew that it was Zhao Yiheng's voice.

In these years, if you want to ask for forgiveness, you have to use some bitter tricks.

Soon, the door opened, Jiao Yang broke in with a smell of alcohol, and when he saw the beauty on the couch, he woke up half of the wine, stumbled over and threw himself on the side of the bed, and asked himself:

"Beauty, beauty, hiccup... You're hungry for me, what's your name! ”

"The city lord cares so much about my name?" Song Huaijin turned back unhurriedly, tilting his head slightly, trying to avoid the smell of stinky wine that was close at hand.

"yes, I like to call by name when I'm doing that, so that we can be close..."

"Oh, let's call Huai Jin then." Song Huaijin's clear eyes with an endless smile seemed to mock Jiao Yang's ignorance: "After all, Jin Chen also likes to call it that." ”

"Ahem... Ahem, ahem... When Jiao Yang heard this, he suddenly coughed violently, and the little bit of wine that he had just drunk was all gone, and he stared at the woman in front of him in disbelief:

"You say... What did you say... Your name is... Your full name is..."

"Song Huaijin." Song Huaijin's voice was still soft, sounding unattackable, but it was like a sharp arrow, almost piercing Jiao Yang from beginning to end.

Song Huaijin, who Lu Jinchen missed, Song Huaijin who had been looking for so many years... Is it really the person in front of you?

Over the years, Lu Jinchen has always turned a blind eye to the matter of his refuge in the three princes, in case this is really Song Huaijin, Lu Jinchen's army is crusading, and he is really isolated in Yangzhou.

"Impossible!" Jiao Yang wanted to take a step back, but suddenly he fell to the ground without standing firmly, fell hard, and hit his head on the table with a "bang", and immediately hit his head dizzy.

Zhao Yiheng, who was guarding outside the window, was full of excitement, and immediately rolled in through the window, instinctively blocking Song Huaijin's side.

Jiao Yang tried to find a trace of sobriety from the dizziness, and saw Zhao Yiheng as if he saw some life-saving straw: "You, you... Yiheng, do you know her? ”

"Don't, you touch him!" Zhao Yiheng clenched his fists and stared at Jiao Yang, who was like a ghost.

When Jiao Yang saw this look, he took two steps back, and then slowly got up with a chair:

"Zhao Yiheng, you look carefully, she... Who is she?"

"She... She is Huai Jin, she is mine, you are not allowed to touch him! ”

Zhao Yiheng moved, and the scimitar was taken out of his hand, and with a "bang", he cut off the table in front of Jiao Yang.

The devastating sword qi wandered straight indoors, suddenly swallowing the crumbling door and opening up the entire room.

Jiao Yang looked at the sword qi that passed by, one leg fell to the ground weakly, his eyes turned white, and the white foam in his mouth gradually slid down with the corners of his mouth.

He twitched all over, trembling as he looked at Zhao Yiheng's eyes full of murderous intent.

Immediately afterwards, thousands of Xuantie soldiers outside surrounded them at the fastest speed, each holding a sword and aiming at Zhao Yiheng and Song Huaijin.

Zhao Yiheng was about to make another move, but he was held by the woman who stretched out his hand.

Seeing that Zhao Yiheng slowly put down the scimitar, the soldiers who were stubborn and stubborn breathed a sigh of relief - they didn't want to try to fight against Zhao Yiheng.

But who is this woman?

Didn't Zhao Yiheng beat her to death in the city today? Why are you so protected at this moment?

"Oh, city lord!" The master saw that the situation had stabilized, so he hurriedly ran in and shouted "loyally":

"Zhao Yiheng! You dare to make a move on the city lord, you have been raised for nothing all these years?! ”

As soon as he heard the word raising, Zhao Yiheng's hand that had been released clenched in vain, staring ahead with scarlet eyes:

"Throw me into the water again and again, force me, listen to you, and tie me up with iron ropes if you have nothing to do.

Zhao Yiheng trembled all over, stumbling in one sentence, but the hatred in his heart was surging wildly.

The master was stunned for a moment, didn't Zhao Yiheng have long been accustomed to this kind of controlling?

Haven't you been resisting for many years?

At this time, why did you suddenly want to fight back like a backer?

Who is his backer? The woman behind her?

Song Huaijin was slightly stunned, subconsciously lowered his eyes, and saw at a glance the blue and purple bruises on Zhao Yiheng's wrists.

Song Huaijin's breath stagnated, and his heart was followed by a colic.

It turns out that these years...

Is this how he lived in Yangzhou City?

The master swallowed his saliva, and then he barely calmed down:

"Zhao Yiheng, it's against you, haven't you suffered enough? Who do you want to be your backer! The woman who was played by the city lord?"

"You..."

"Yiheng, stand behind me." Song Huaijin took Zhao Yiheng's clenched hand and slowly pulled him behind him, suppressed the anger surging in his heart, and walked in a few steps in front of Jiao Yang, who was almost half-paralyzed.

The master became nervous, and subconsciously took a step back: "You, you... Who are you? Don't come near our city lord..."

"The city lord is sick, don't you see?" Song Huaijin lowered his head and squatted down, and without hesitation, he caught Jiao Yang's pulse: "Well, the city lord's symptom is afraid that it is due to the plague." ”

Song Huaijin's fluttering tone immediately caused everyone to retreat again and again, infected with the plague, whether it was true or not, it was better to stay away first.

The master hid behind the crowd in a hurry, and still asked righteously: "Who are you?" Shall we believe whatever you say? ”

"I'm Song Huaijin." Song Huaijin turned his head and smiled at his master: "Is this name familiar?" ”

"Song... Surname... You are..."The master opened his mouth several times before finally organizing the language:

"Are you the Song Huaijin who won the world's first divine doctor, Imperial Doctor Zhou?

Is it Song Huaijin who died in Anling?

Is it the Song Huaijin that Lu Jinchen has been looking for for many years?"

"Exactly."

The master was extremely surprised, and finally picked up the chin that was smashed on the instep: "You, you, what are you doing?"