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Fang Xian was speechless.

Over the years, he seems to have worked hard in the officialdom with his real talents, earning his own military merits step by step. In fact, he has always lived in the shadow of his family, and he has not really experienced the difficulties of the world, and people's hearts are ugly and sinister.

A lot of his ideas are always a little naïve.

"I thought you were different from Jin Yanchen."

The corners of Mu Dianke's mouth sneered, and he snorted coldly, but did not respond.

Fang Xian's dislike of himself has been a long time, and his attitude towards this meeting has changed greatly, which can only mean one thing:

Fang Xian had already been to the Yamen of the Assassin Shi and knew that she had destroyed the contact point of the Ming Palace in order to save Chang Qianfo. also knew that at the critical moment of defending the city, she withdrew the Ming Palace killer who attacked the officers and soldiers defending the city.

Fang Xian regarded her as someone who could be appeased and wooed.

Sure enough, Fang Xian's next words confirmed her guess:

"Your defection at a critical moment shows that you still have good thoughts in your heart and are not completely blinded by hatred."

"You're wrong." Mu Dianke said: "I just don't agree with Jin Yanchen's approach, but that doesn't mean that I will accept your solicitation and stand on the opposite side of him." ”

She lowered her head and looked at her feet, unknown weeds grew in the cracks of the stone slabs, and the thin wisps of rhizomes trembled in the wind, but her voice was very steady, and there was a sound on the ground:

"In my heart, nothing can override Jin Yanchen's safety.

The Jin family's hatred is his hatred, and it is also my hatred. ”

In the summer season, even if it is dusk, the heat is still difficult to dissipate.

Knowing that he hid in the thick shade of the green poplar and high acacia, he shouted in a low voice.

Suddenly, the trees were full of cicadas.

Fang Xian felt that he had nothing to say, and it was in vain to say anything. But stubbornly didn't want the conversation to end.

"Killing can't stop killing, you can only go farther and farther wrong and embark on the road of no return."

"What if the catastrophe is gone?"

They are ghosts who have crawled back from hell, and they have long had no way to go.

Thinking of this, Mu Dian couldn't help but wonder, for the future, she has never been chaotic and doesn't know where to go. And now, in the depths of the fog, there is a faint road that leads to the depths of Taoyuan.

She wanted to step in, but she didn't dare. Both yearning and instinctively fearing.

Fang Xian seized the moment of her distraction.

"Do you love Chang Qianfo?" He asked.

Mu Dian came back to his senses from his bewilderment, looked at Fang Xian, and was stunned for a moment before he reacted: Fang Xian was asking her... Do you love a thousand Buddhas?

Does she love Chang Qianfo or not? I never thought about it, and I don't need to think about it.

If you don't love him, how can there be so many nights, tossing and turning for him, lovesick and sleepless? If you don't love him, how can you stand on the opposite side of Jin Yanchen for him and ruin Jin Yanchen's revenge plan with your own hands?

"Nature is love."

Her cold eyes softened little by little, and her tone was gentle and firm:

"Because I love him, I don't want to do things that will disgust him.

How many people will die from this plague? The bones cover the wilderness, and the people are not able to make a living, what does this have to do with me?

I wasn't a good person in the first place!

But he's going to be sad, he's going to be sad, that's the only thing I care about. ”

As Rong Yi said, Mu Dian is no longer a problem.

Fang Xiandao: "You are obsessed with revenge, let hatred devour your kindness, kill innocents indiscriminately, and treat human life like a mustard." Have you ever thought that this is also not what Chang Qianfo wants to see? ”

Mu Dianke chuckled: "These words, Rong Yi taught you, right?" ”

In her impression, Fang Xian was not a sentimental person. He is stubborn, hard, and even awkward, so that he, a general who kills on the battlefield, asks if he loves this kind of thing in front of a woman he hates so much, and it took Rong Yi a lot of effort to think about it.

When she said it, Fang Xian did not hide it, and said frankly: "The saint decreed that Ah Yi should be guilty of meritorious service and arrest Jin Yanchen within ten days." ”

Mu Dianke sneered: "It seems that the emperor is very protective of the two of you." Whether it is an opportunity to make meritorious service or an excuse to suppress again, isn't it clear in the general's heart? ”

If you can't get someone, you can't run away with a hat that doesn't do a good job.

Got people, that's even worse.

A white-clothed man who resigned and was dismissed, raised his finger, and could catch the helpless Qin order of the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military officials, how much strength did it have to hide?

Mu Dian understands this truth, Rong Yi understands it, and Fang Xian also understands it.

He took a step back and suddenly drew his sword: "Offended, Fourth Miss." ”

The sword light was as fast as lightning, stabbing towards Mu Dianke's body.

Mu Dianke stood still.

But she didn't move except for people, she was moving everywhere. There was a strong wind on the flat ground, and she stood on the edge of the storm, her dress swelling, and her long hair fluttering, as if she was about to ride the wind.

The wind is a knife wind, and it hurts to blow on the face. The green locust leaves on the top of the head are twisted into powder, and when the wind blows, they disperse.

When the wind stopped, Fang Xian clutched his chest and strode back.

More than a dozen guards standing behind him flashed their blades together and attacked in formation. The sword light and sword shadows filled the sky, like a densely woven net, falling towards Mu Dianke's head.

The wind is blowing.

After the momentum of the black heavy iron sword was exhausted, it suddenly turned upward, and the knife momentum was revitalized. Its momentum of mountains and rivers has been set off in one fell swoop.

The sound of gold and iron resounded one after another. More than a dozen guards held sharp blades and fell to the periphery one after another.

A soldier with a slightly inferior internal strength was injured by the sword qi, hugged the pavilion pillar, "wow" and "wow" a few times, vomited blood several times, his feet trembled, and his face was like dirt.

The situation of the others was not much better, and the internal organs were churning and nauseating, and they were all endured by the strong will that they had cultivated over many years of beating and training in the barracks.

The worst is still to be seen.

The silver armor on his chest had been torn open by the blade, revealing a dark white coat inside, the fabric of which was soaked in blood, and the true color was no longer visible.

Liangqing put away his knife and stood behind Mu Dianke.

After a long while, Fang Xian slowly straightened his waist and raised his hand to return the long sword to its sheath. The blood on the palm of his hand flowed down the hilt of the sword, climbing up the body of the snowy sword, like a thin red snake crawling in the ice and snow.

"Withdraw!" He said with a blank face.

No one questioned his decision to act so rashly, and then he hastily retreated, and two guards walked up to the soldier who vomited blood, picked him up, and more than a dozen people retreated neatly.

Zhao Ping and An Tiru stood in the corridor watching the battle.

There is Liangqing, but it is not their turn to make a move.

In fact, Liangqing doesn't have to make a move.

Mu Dianke's own strength was enough to deal with Fang Xian and the more than ten personal guards.

But Chang Thousand Buddhas said, "You have to learn to stand behind me and let me protect you." ”

She doesn't need protection, but loves the feeling of being protected.

For many years, no one had ever said such a thing to her again.

Even she forgot that she was a woman, and she was supposed to be soft and fragile.

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