"What a Hua Qingmo, what a Hua Qingmo, you are ruthless enough, powerful enough." Situ Xin's words were extremely complex, like admiration, like anger, like helplessness, like pain, like a colorful light fused into one qiē, extremely chaotic. In the darkness, the little phosphorescent light, small and weak, but it was this thing that he looked down on almost ruined everything he had.

At night, the fog was hazy, and the barrier formed by the convergence of the two was the best cover, but at the same time it became the greatest enemy. Hua Qingmo's men must have taken advantage of the fog to hide around them, and then waited for the opportunity to act together to extinguish their lighting torches. Immediately afterwards, they began to mix in the army to disturb the morale of the army, and in the darkness they used these phosphorescent lights to pretend to be ghosts, completely ruining the killing situation he had predicted.

The condition of the other four-way armies must be no different from his here, and they must have almost escaped.

In this battle, he lost all the games before he fought. I have to say that he lost, completely to that woman.

Sitting on the ground, Situ Xin raised his head and looked at the sky without any words. The fog obscured the light of the stars and moon, and the only thing that could be seen was endless darkness and infinite despair.

"It's really uncomfortable to lose to a woman." Situ Xin's voice was much cooler and gentler than the cold and domineering on the high platform just now. He gritted his teeth, suppressed the pain and despair in his heart, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

No one likes to lose, no one will. Besides, even if he loses, he will lose vigorously and shake the world, instead of losing so badly and humiliating like he is now.

Even if a man loses, he must have a man's way of losing, and this is not the case now. He would rather be besieged by the imperial army and defeated to himself, than be like this. No one died, but they had already lost. It's not started yet, but it's already lost completely.

Situ Xin sat on the ground for a long time, until the dawn came, when the light of the sun expelled the last bit of darkness of the night, when the pure white light once again sprinkled the entire heaven and earth, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas. Looking at the rising tomorrow, the bright light seemed to give him a little hope, but he felt that he couldn't hold on to hope.

He had no idea what to do after this battle, as if he had completely lost his way in the fog of last night.

On the other side, as soon as Hua Qingmo finished breakfast, Yun Xie and the others entered the camp tent and told Hua Qingmo what happened last night. Listening to what they said, Hua Qingmo just smiled faintly and didn't say a word.

"Young master, Yuyang really admires you, how did you come up with the trick of pretending to be a ghost? You don't know the scene at that time, Yuyang was amazed when he looked at it. Yuyang's voice was full of amazement, and now he was still pretending to be Situ Sleeve Yue, and the excited expression on his beautiful little face looked much cuter than Situ Sleeve Yue with an indifferent face.

"If you want me to say, it should be the young master who thinks of using phosphorescent powder to make people admire. I am afraid that none of you can think of this way. Mianyi was also full of amazement, and her delicate face had the flamboyance and wanton of teenagers.

"After all, it's a trick on people, which makes you all very happy." Yun Xie looked at his younger siblings, and there was a gentle smile on his handsome face. He didn't want to say anything about this situation, mainly because he couldn't help but want to laugh.

However, Yun Xie did not lose his mind like the others, he faced Hua Qingmo and asked respectfully: "I don't know what the young master is going to do next?" Once the imperial army sends spies, it will inevitably find out that the army of King Liang is wrong, if they want to do it at this time, the nine-thousand-year-old young master will not be able to complete it. ”

"Well, that's true." Hua Qingmo nodded, her voice was as calm as ever, like a bright moon repeatedly, shining in the sky, and it would not change because of anything. She lowered her head and took out two letters from the scattered memorabilia on one side, one to Yun Xie and one to Sufu.

The two of them looked at the signatures on the letter, and they were all King Liang, which made them wonder. And at this moment, Hua Qingmo's voice came.

"Cloud evil, cat, dream, Xifeng, the four of you will go to King Liang's camp in a while." Hua Qingmo looked at them, her dark eyes were like a thick ink, and they were a little scary. And the smile on her face is gentle and elegant, like a white plum quietly blooming, beautiful and exquisite.

"Shuhua, you first hand over the letter in your hand to King Liang, if he is according to my letter." Hua Qingmo's voice stopped, and her gaze turned to look at Yun Xie. "And I ask you for a second letter, Yun Xie, and you will give what you have in your hands to King Liang."

"Yes, young master." The cloud evil and the dream painting responded at the same time.

Next, Hua Qingmo's eyes looked at the cat, and the dark eyes seemed to be ground by water, and there were fluctuations of different shades.

"Mao'er, you can help me pay attention to whether there is anyone in King Liang's camp who is similar to Wenjing." Hua Qingmo's voice was slightly deep, and the smile on her face had changed greatly from just now. She reached out and picked up a strand of long hair from her sideburns, twisted it slightly, and let go, her snow-white fingers looking extraordinarily white in the black cloud hair.

"I always feel that this matter is inseparable from Wenjing."

"What does the young master mean is that Gongzi Wen is controlling a qiē in the rear?" When the cat heard Hua Qingmo's words, she couldn't help but ask.

Hua Qingmo shook her head, her hand gently loosened her long hair, and her eyes sank: "Wen Jing only likes to watch others do it, and he rarely intervenes, at most, he enters the game to watch the play, and he will never control the chess game." When King Liang was camping, if he didn't find anyone like Wen Jing, it would be up to King Liang's reaction. If he wanted to see the second letter in the hand of the cloud evil, he asked him who had told him about the fog of the Ganges. ”

"Yes, the cat understands." The cat nodded in response, her voice cold but respectful.

"Everyone else went to rest after a busy night. When you have done this, you will also have a good rest for two days. Hua Qingmo waved her hand and motioned for them to stand down.

"Yes, the subordinates retired."

Coming out of the camp tent of Hua Qingmo, Yun Xie, Mao'er, Xifeng and Shuhua quickly rushed to King Liang's camp. Under the whip of the horse, it was only an hour to arrive at the camp of King Liang.

After informing the guards of their intentions, Situ Xin sent someone to invite them in. When he arrived at the camp, there was no one except Situ Xin and a few soldiers, and Situ Xin looked tired.

"Princess Xiao asked you to come over at this time, why did you come over?" Situ Xin's voice was indescribably sneering and casual, sounding as if he had lost a qiē, full of senselessness and helplessness.

At this time, he stepped forward, took out the letter that Hua Qingmo handed to him, and said loudly: "Lord Liang, we don't know about the master, but the master has a letter to you, I hope you can take a look." ”

"A letter to the king?" Situ Xin was slightly surprised by Shuhua's words, he looked at the letter in Shuhua's hand and was a little vigilant, but after thinking about it, Hua Qingmo, a woman, would never make such a secret trick as poisoning. He nodded, and the soldiers beside him immediately stepped forward, took the letter from Suhua's hand, and handed it to himself.

When he got the letter, Situ Xin did not open it immediately, but looked at the envelope, and his eyes were fixed on the word Liang Wang written on it. The handwriting is delicate and wild, although it can be seen that it is a woman's handwriting, but it is more arbitrary than the ordinary woman's rules.

Taking out the letter from the envelope, Situ Xin slowly opened it, not expecting anything from what was in his heart. The handwriting on the paper is the same as on the envelope, delicate and slightly wild, and it is not annoying to look at. But the words written in the letter made Situ Xin stunned for a moment. He read the letter several times, but still couldn't believe what it was written.

His Royal Highness King Liang, I am sorry for yesterday's facts, and Qing Mo is here to make amends. In addition, there is a matter to ask His Royal Highness King Liang, please ask His Royal Highness if he is willing to work with Qingmo and his wife to win the Hua Dynasty together. On the day of success, a quarter of the land of the Hua Dynasty will be sent to His Royal Highness King Liang, and His Royal Highness can establish himself as the emperor. If His Highness wishes, he can ask Qing Mo's subordinates for a second letter.

After reading the letter back and forth several times, Situ Xin's heart was really contradictory to the extreme. He wants the Chinese dynasty, but not a quarter of the world. But now, if he doesn't join forces with Hua Qingmo, he is afraid that he will not even be able to get a quarter.

After being silent for a long time, Situ Xin looked at Yun Xie and the others, and his voice was as long and profound as an echo floating in the valley: "Bring the second letter." ”

Hearing this, Yun Xie stepped forward and took out the letter that Hua Qingmo handed over to him from his sleeve robe. When the letter reached Situ Xin's hand, he felt his body tremble unconsciously.

Slowly opening the envelope, Situ Xin knew that this was probably the slowest thing he had ever done in his life. He was afraid, but at the same time, he did not want to abandon his ambitions.

Since His Royal Highness King Liang is willing to conspire with Qing Mo, then first of all, he will ask His Royal Highness to hold on for another half a month, and Qing Mo will not let the imperial army attack His Royal Highness's army in this half month, His Royal Highness only needs to be as usual. After that, wait until Qing Mo Fujun comes back at the age of 9,000 and then tell His Highness Sù.

The simple words made Situ's confidence extremely heavy. He is not afraid that Hua Qingmo will regret it later, after all, now she wants to catch herself all but a gesture. He just doesn't understand, he doesn't understand why Hua Qingmo did this?

He wants the world, wants the country, and wants the status of the Ninety-Five, he understands all of this. It's just that he doesn't understand, why should Hua Qingmo be with him, a prince who almost failed? And the price turned out to be a quarter of the world of the Chinese Dynasty. This Hua Qingmo does things, and it is really the same as the nine thousand years old, which is unpredictable.

"The king has read it, and you may leave." Situ Xin looked at Yun Xie and the others, and his voice was much calmer than just now.

Hearing this, Yun Xie and the others didn't speak, but the cat took a step forward, and her voice was as cold as ice: "His Royal Highness King Liang, my master has something unknown and wants to ask, I don't know if His Highness can answer?" ”

"Naturally." Situ Xin nodded.

"Who is it that sued His Royal Highness King Sù Liang about the fog in the Ganges?"