The plan to attack the capital was set for the day after tomorrow, and the two armies faced each other, fighting male and female.

The big battle was imminent, Mu Jinghong was so busy that he didn't even have time to sleep, and he was in the big tent all day long, discussing with several lieutenants what kind of tactics to use to deal with Situ Qianchen would have a greater chance of winning.

It stands to reason that whether it is from the number of troops he has or the people's will, Mu Jinghong has an absolute advantage, as long as this battle is won, then the next capture of the capital is just around the corner.

But even so, Mu Jinghong did not slack off at all, after all, the opponent was Situ Qianchen, and his city was very deep, even if everything was planned, Mu Jinghong was still vaguely worried.

After a long period of exhaustion, Mu Jinghong was already a little unbearable, and he ordered the lieutenants to go out, and then sit alone on the brocade couch to rest for a while.

He was very sensitive to sounds, and when he opened his eyes slightly, he saw the familiar back of slowing down his hands and feet and putting the decoction on the table.

The corners of Mu Jinghong's lips turned up slightly, no matter how tired he was, as if as long as he saw her, he would have no worries.

Mu Jinghong also learned from Ling Jiantong to slow down his movements, but in the next moment, he hugged her waist tightly, Ling Jiantong was so frightened that he exclaimed, and fell into his arms.

"Jinghong, when did you wake up?" Ling Jiantong was like a frightened rabbit, the strength in her waist was getting bigger and bigger, she simply didn't break free, and let him hold it.

Mu Jinghong sat up, hugged her, rested his chin on her shoulder, and said with a smile: "When I saw you come in, I woke up." ”

Ling Jiantong looked at the soup medicine on the table: "The medicine is boiled, you should drink it while it's hot." ”

Mu Jinghong didn't want to drink medicine, that thing was drunk day after day, it was very bitter, he was not interested at all, but now he was interested in the little rabbit in his arms.

How long has it been since you touched her?

The smell of her body, so nostalgic.

Ling Jiantong realized that something was wrong, but Mu Jinghong's kiss had already fallen densely on the back of her neck, and Ling Jiantong desperately shrunk her neck, deliberately dodging Mu Jinghong.

Mu Jinghong, who couldn't eat the sweetness, sulked a little: "What's wrong with you?" Is it because I've been too busy to be with you these days, so you're not happy? ”

Not because of this.

Ever since that day Ling Jiantong sent a letter to Situ Qianchen and promised him, her heart has been up and down, on the one hand, she is worried about whether Ling Zhishuang is doing well over there, and on the other hand, she is wrapped in a deep sense of guilt and can't breathe.

Fortunately, Mu Jinghong has been busy these days, otherwise, she would have been recognized by Mu Jinghong for this little bit of caution.

"Jinghong, you better drink the medicine quickly, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it if you're so busy these days."

Mu Jinghong smiled in his eyes, his hand was already holding the decoction, and he put on a strict wife's appearance: "I will do whatever Mrs. says." ”

Mu Jinghong drank all this decoction, and after drinking it, his brows furrowed slightly, obviously bitter.

Ling Jiantong touched Mu Jinghong's cheek a little distressedly, and asked softly, "When you change your face, does it hurt?" ”

It hurts, right?

But Mu Jinghong almost forgot about it, at that time, the pain of hatred in his heart was far greater than the pain of changing his face.

Mu Jinghong held Ling Jiantong's hand, his eyes burned: "It doesn't hurt, when I think of you, nothing hurts, my eyes are my elixir, and I can cure all diseases." ”

Ling Jiantong was rarely amused by him, she pointed her finger at his head, and pretended to be angry: "Flim tongue." ”

"Don't you just like me? How about it, do you want to try it? What does flim flam taste like? ”

Mu Jinghong's face gradually came over, making Ling Jiantong's breath suffocated, and he began to be serious again.

Ling Jiantong pushed away his desire to make love, glanced outside the tent, and said softly: "There are people watching here, don't ......"

"What are you afraid of, you are my wife, Ming Media is marrying, what's more, I didn't have an order, and they didn't dare to come in."

But even so, Ling Jiantong didn't have this mind.

Her eyes inadvertently saw a drawing on the table, she blinked and asked, "Jinghong, what is that?" ”

"That's the formation to deal with Situ Qianchen tomorrow, as well as the deployment of the siege."

Ling Jiantong poked out his head and looked at it for a long time: "So complicated? ”

Mu Jinghong's eyes were deep: "Situ Qianchen is not easy to deal with, after careful consideration of this set of plans, it is determined, tomorrow will be the confrontation between the two armies, if nothing else, maybe the capital can be captured, and at that time, Mrs. Ling will be saved." ”

He didn't mention the throne in half a sentence, but Ling Zhishuang first.

Ling Jiantong understood that Mu Jinghong had never cared about any position of power, those things were a burden to him, and he had come to this point, not for himself, but for the Mu family.

"Jinghong, if you capture the capital, will you be the emperor?" Ling Jiantong buried her head in her head, looking a little lost.

Mu Jinghong hugged her, a little wanting to tease her: "Do you want me to be, or don't you want to?" ”

"Of course not." Ling Jiantong didn't even hesitate, what is good about being the emperor, the previous dynasty was worried about government affairs all day long, and the harem was going to be irritated by women's trivialities, and she wanted her to say that there should be no emperor, and it would be good to establish a People's Republic of China.

Forehead......

But that's a long way into the future, and besides, this era is overhead, where will there be ...... They are in the XXI century.

Mu Jinghong didn't refute at all, nodded and agreed: "I also agree, I still like the life of Xianyun Yehe, I have lived in the palace for more than ten years, and I have long been tired of it, and when I capture the capital, I will find a child of the Mu family and let him inherit the throne." ”

It's a pity, but if their Cher was a boy, maybe it would be nice to pass the throne to their son.

"Eyes, after tomorrow, let's go to the South Island, we haven't been to see Cher for a long time."

When it comes to Xue'er, Ling Jiantong is both guilty and distressed, she just gave birth to Xue'er, but she didn't fulfill half of her obligations as a mother, but she was snubbed because of some misunderstandings before, although Xue'er is still a baby, but I don't know if she will blame herself for being a mother.

Mu Jinghong saw the dim light in Ling Jiantong's eyes, and comforted: "It was all my bad before, I should have confessed everything to you earlier, so that neither you nor Xue'er would suffer." ”

Ling Jiantong's eyes were red, but he still shook his head and said, "I can know that you are still alive, I am very happy, and nothing else matters." ”

"When the time comes, we will take Xue'er and Mrs. Ling to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, Nandao is a good choice, anyway, Nanxi and Wei Rui also live there, so we will build the house next door to them, just as neighbors, what do you say?"

"Well, that's good."

The future that Mu Jinghong said was the best that Ling Jiantong had ever heard, if she could, she also wanted to live happily with Mu Jinghong like this, without worry, but in fact......

That night, Ling Jiantong was very active.

She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to wait for the future that Mu Jinghong said, and she was also afraid that the next day, Situ Qianchen would send Ling Zhishuang's fingers again because she couldn't wait.

Mu Jinghong, I love you.

This forced betrayal made me hate myself even more, but I still love you.

Even if tomorrow, the city gate is not broken and the defeat is decided, my heart will be with you in life and death.

I'm sorry......

Forgive me.

The next day, Ling Jiantong got up very early, and she drew the drawing she had seen in Mu Jinghong's tent last night based on her impression.

She rolled up the drawings and placed them under a large tree outside the barracks, as agreed.

She buried the soil around her and made sure that it would not be found before she got up, presumably someone dressed as a villager in the countryside to pick up firewood.

Ling Jiantong pursed her lips, feeling a little regretful in her heart, but the body that was about to squat down just now froze again and straightened up again.

went back and forth several times like this, and Ling Jiantong finally left resolutely.

Ling Jiantong didn't know that his every move had already fallen into the eyes of Mu Jinghong and Zijin.

On the cliff, the cold wind was fierce, and the corners of Mu Jinghong's clothes were blown up, cold to the bone, maybe this was his current mood.

The night Ling Jiantong came back, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, and sure enough, that day, Zijin was guarding outside Ling Jiantong's tent, and saw Ling Jiantong using a pigeon to pass the news outside, Zijin glanced at the direction where the pigeon flew, which was the capital.

After Zijin told Mu Jinghong about this, Mu Jinghong didn't believe it, he deliberately told Ling Jiantong last night that the drawings on the table were top secret, but he didn't expect that the next morning after they lingered, the woman next to his pillow stole the top secret drawings.

"Master, take it back now, it should be too late, do you want to ......?"

Mu Jinghong's eyes were deep, he raised his hand to signal Zijin not to act rashly, and sure enough, after a while, a sneaky villager carrying firewood walked under the tree, dug a few times with a knife, and saw that there was no one around, so he hid the drawing in his arms and walked away along the road.

"Master, there is a painting on it on how to deal with Situ Qianchen's swinging formation, if Situ Qianchen sees this, then wouldn't we ......?"

Zijin was a little anxious.

Mu Jinghong didn't know that he just tried it, but he didn't try it with a fake one, but with a real one, because he subconsciously believed that Ling Jiantong would not betray him, but he didn't expect that in the end, she still stole it.

"Master, the troops are about to be dispatched, what should we do?"

Mu Jinghong's five fingers under his sleeves gradually clenched, he closed his eyes slightly, stood on the top of the cliff, sighed long, and then instructed Zijin: "Order, immediately assemble the three armies, and after a stick of incense, attack the city." ”

Zijin bowed his head, so he could only respond and hurriedly went to the barracks.

Now Mu Jinghong can only make a bet.