If the other three countries are divided into four points today, the combined national strength of the other three countries will also be on par with Daegu, even if Wani is rising day by day, it is absolutely impossible to surpass Daegu in three and five years.

"Those who know the practice are Junjie, instead of Daegu sending troops to guide the lives and souls, and both sides are hurt, it is better for the prince to persuade Mu Guxiong to take the initiative, hello, I am good, everyone! Like smoke...... It would be better! Everyone is a family, so why make a fuss? ”

Nangong Qingfeng became more and more calm, talking and talking, everyone became a family, Mu Ruyan is Mu Jiuxiao's sister, and he has become Mu Jiuxiao's brother-in-law, Nangong is definitely Mu Jiuxiao's brother-in-law, this relationship is inevitably too close, so close that if you don't unite and really become a family, it seems a little too much.

It's a pity that what he doesn't know is how much hatred and pain Tuoba Jiuxiao felt in his heart when he saw his mother fall into such a situation.

Looking at the pillow in his mother's arms, his heart was about to explode, although his mother gave birth to Nangong Jue, he knew that the pillow in her arms was him, the son of her who had just been born and was ordered to break Nangong Qingfeng's sword.

Although the white jade Qingfeng Sword had already been broken in two by his Xuantie whip, he and Nangong Qingfeng, from the moment he was born, were destined to be entangled in hatred for the rest of their lives.

"Family?"

Tuoba Jiuxiao sneered,

"Mu Ruyan and Tuoba Chong and the dead child are a family! A woman who has never given her heart to you, how can she talk about a family? ”

"You?"

This sentence deeply stung Nangong Qingfeng, he suddenly clenched his fists, and couldn't find a suitable dialogue to refute, this is an eternal pain in his heart, no one dares to mention it, no one!

That history was finally opened at this point.

"Nangong Qingfeng, how do you feel about killing your husband, taking your wife, and killing your son? When you conspired with Yun Aotian to kill Tuoba Chong, when you stabbed Tuoba Chong and Mu Ruyan's children to death with a sword, did you think of today? ”

Tuoba Jiuxiao's eyes were red, and he was angry in his heart, but in his deep pupils, he was already stormy, roaring, he knew that he had no way out.

"You can ask Mu Ruyan, does she treat you as a family, if she nods, then the past grievances will be written off! If she denies it, then today is the last battlefield for you and me. ”

When the country, his wife, his mother, hatred, and his life were all in front of him, he chose to gamble, and if there was no way out, it would be better to end up.

Lin Ling'er understood what he meant, she quietly let go of his hand and took a step back.

If she could, she hoped that the person who could rush out alive with him today would be Mu Ruyan, not her.

Today is the first time he has seen his mother, twenty years of dreams, I am afraid that in his impression, there is only that white veil, that is all he understands of his mother.

Although he escaped death, he missed his mother for twenty years, and if Mu Ruyan had him by his side, I am afraid he would not have become what he is now.

Her heart hurts so much for this mother and son.

She wouldn't be his bond, and if they were destined to end here, she would choose to do it.

"Tuoba, rush? Rush ......"

At this moment, a soft and glutinous voice sounded, like a timid child, with doubts and curiosity, covering the sound of everything in this world, making Yiqiē silent, and the whole world seemed to be left alone.

Nangong Qingfeng's face changed, and his sword-like eyes slowly turned, and it was not until this moment that he dared to fall on Mu Ruyan's body.

"Like smoke, you—Did you speak?"

An old man who talks eloquently to a strong enemy, a scheming and treacherous conspirator, but when facing a woman, he messes up the rules.

He looked at Mu Ruyan in disbelief, her gaze was still dull, she kept staring in one direction, empty and unfocused, her slender fingers pinched and pinched on the soft pillow, her pink lips were slightly open, this small movement seemed to convey a message to him, she woke up.

The maid who was holding Mu Ruyan next to her was also excited, looking at Mu Ruyan's slightly open lips, and then at Nangong Qingfeng, she couldn't stop nodding:

"Prime Minister, it's Madame, Madame really spoke just now!"

For twenty years, she hadn't said a word, not even made a sound, except that night when he was forced on the bed, she screamed so heartbreakingly, even screamed out her throat and coughed up blood, she didn't make a sound.

Everywhere she was, she was like air, and he wanted to hear her voice, even the slightest hint of breathing, a luxury.

Now, she actually spoke?

"What do you say? What did you just say? Again, again, again, okay? ”

Nangong Qingfeng approached her gently, like coaxing a child who asked for candy, her tone was so soft and soft, for fear of scaring her.

Mu Ruyan's eyes moved, and he slowly tightened his arms, holding the pillow tightly in his arms and pressing it to his heart, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch it.

"Tuoba, rush...... Tuoba, rush ......"

Her voice is very good, thin, soft, like a shy young girl, when she sees her beloved, she seems to be shy and timid, cautious, but like a tinkling stream, beating on people's hearts, people can't help but be moved by her.

Xu has not spoken for many years, and her voice has a hint of hoarseness, but it does not affect her beauty at all.

"Tuoba Chong", she bit these three words very accurately, although the voice was small, it was so clear, Nangong Qingfeng's face instantly darkened, and the surprise brought by her just speaking disappeared, and the flame that had just ignited in her eyes was extinguished.

Twenty years later, she still only has him in her heart.

However, he did not stop her from saying that as long as she could speak, even if it was to scold him a few words a day, he would regard it as the most common quarrel between husband and wife, proving that she was by his side.

Mu Ruyan's eyes moved again, on weekdays, her eyes would only fall on two places, one was the pillow, which was her favorite son, and the other was in the distance, where there was her husband who had not yet returned, but today, her eyes seemed to be looking for something.

Her eyes had never been so energetic, those big clear eyes reflected torches, as if burning with flames, beating with light and hope, she withdrew her gaze from that empty world, and then swept from the faces of those present one by one, and finally, fell on Tuoba Jiuxiao's face, frozen.

She stared at him intently, the flame in her eyes burning brighter and brighter, and finally the flame suddenly went out, turning into two pools of soft water, as if to melt the person.

A smile gradually bloomed on her pale face, the corners of her curved lips were like a crescent moon, soft and pretty, and her changing expression made her instantly change from a stupid woman to a shy girl.

"Rush ......"

She shouted shyly and timidly towards Tuoba Jiuxiao.

This sound stunned Nangong Qingfeng, Tuoba Jiuxiao, and everyone.

Nangong Qingfeng followed her gaze, and it was not until this moment that he realized that Tuoba Jiuxiao in front of him was somewhat similar to the dead Tuoba Chong, especially the broad forehead, prominent eyebrows, and then looking at his lips and chin, it looked so much like Mu Ruyan.

His heart sank suddenly, it was impossible that he killed the child with his own hands, it was a newborn child, and there was even blood stains on his body, the child died, and Mu Jiuxiao in front of him was just a coincidence, after all, he and Mu Ruyan were sisters and brothers, and it was normal to be a little similar.

However, Mu Ruyan's reaction was really abnormal, and it had never been for twenty years.

Tuoba Jiuxiao could no longer suppress the surging frenzy in his heart, looking at his mother's eyes full of hope, his heart was like a knife, and he knelt in front of her with a thud.

"Chong, you're back!"

The pillow fell to the ground, Mu Ruyan broke free from the maid's hand, ran towards Tuoba Jiuxiao, and threw himself into his arms.

Tuoba Jiuxiao's heart cracked, blood flowed, and his mother regarded him as his father, the person she had been waiting for.

Raising his arms and holding her firmly, he hesitated, and he choked up:

"Hmm."

Lin Ling'er covered her mouth, for fear that she would cry, Mu Ruyan had spent her whole life waiting for someone, a person who had died.

Maybe in her heart, Tuoba Chong never died, he just went on an expedition and would come back one day.

She snuggled into his arms, with a satisfied smile on her face, and this embrace was her lifelong harbor.

"Madame......"

The maid screamed and wanted to step forward to help Mu Ruyan, but was blocked by Nangong Qingfeng.

She enjoyed the embrace, closed her eyes, and was reluctant to leave for a long time.

As if thinking of something, she opened her eyes, raised her face, looked at Tuoba Jiuxiao, and said softly:

"Chong, where have you been, my child and I have been waiting for you."

Tuoba Jiuxiao looked at his mother's smile, and tears poured down like a flood that burst the embankment.

He wanted to call his mother and tell her that her son was not dead, that he was growing up seriously and hard every day, and every day he was thinking about taking her back to himself, and that he would take care of her, and dedicate his father and his love to her twice, so that she would be happy until she grew old.

But now, he did not dare to say, could not say, that her son was the pillow, and her husband was him, and if she wanted to do so, then let her be, for the smile on her face told him that she was happy.

She raised her hand, gently stroked his tearful face, pursed her lips, and helped him wipe away his tears:

"Chong, what's wrong with you? Is this expedition not going well? And a lot of soldiers died? They make you feel distressed, don't they? ”

He couldn't speak, just nodded silently.

His mother was stroking his face, it felt so warm, it turned out that his mother's feeling was so warm, like the warmest quilt in winter, which made people reluctant to leave.

She knelt up straight, slowly took his head into her arms, stroked his hair one by one, and said softly:

"Don't cry, let's go to mourn them together tomorrow, and next time we will make a good battle plan to minimize casualties, okay?"