When the news reached Mu Qingli's side, it was already more than a month later, and at this time, the Zhendong Army had just captured Xinzhou Qicheng, as long as it jumped over the Yang River, it would be Anyang City in Kyoto.

The news that Zhao Ziyi is the heir of the crown prince caused an uproar in the Zhendong Army, and the vast majority of the generals were sincerely proud of their generals with joy on their faces, and a small number of people were worried when they thought of the royal family of Liangguo.

When she learned the news, Mu Qingli was stunned for a long time, and before she could react, Beichen ran away in a gaffe, leaving Mu Qingli inexplicable for a while.

Zhao Ziyang rushed into the main tent, and shouted at Zhao Ziyi, who was sitting at the table dealing with copywriting with a cold and arrogant face: "Big brother, there are rumors outside that you are the heir of the royal family, and I don't know who spread this news and what the purpose is." ”

Zhao Ziyi's expression was indifferent, and he asked faintly: "What if the rumors are true?" ”

Zhao Ziyang was stunned, scratched his head, and said a little unnaturally: "In this way, big brother, you are really ...... The Ji royal family? ”

Zhao Ziyi stood up, walked to Zhao Ziyang's side, grabbed his shoulder and said seriously: "Ziyang, you just need to remember that no matter who I am, I will always be your eldest brother." ”

Zhao Ziyang looked at Zhao Ziyi and looked in a trance: "No wonder, when you were young, you were sent to Hanmen Pass by your grandfather and disciplined strictly, it turned out that it was because of your identity as an ordinary brother, and you can't compare with me." ”

Since he was a child, Zhao Ziyang has admired the eldest brother who is far away in Hanmenguan, the eldest brother is not only good at martial arts, but also reads books well, whenever his grandfather hates him because iron is not steel, he will always use the eldest brother as an example to whip him, and now, the eldest brother is suddenly not the eldest brother, so that for a while, it is difficult to adjust his mentality.

Thinking of Mu Qingli, Zhao Ziyang patted his head: "I said, big brother, why do you try your best to oppose me and I like Ah Qing, obviously big brother, you have become a ......."

It is precisely because Zhao Ziyi is not a member of the Zhao family that Zhao Ziyang is the only backline of the Zhao family, in this case, how could Zhao Ziyi allow Zhao Ziyang to like men and break the inheritance of the Zhao family.

"The Zhao family and I have the grace of regeneration, I can't let the Zhao family break the continuation in my hands, after recovering the lost land, I will make the decision for you and find a suitable wife, as for Mu Qing, you still don't want to be delusional."

Zhao Ziyang was depressed.

So far, Zhao Ziyi has become Ji Ziyi.

As soon as Ji Ziyi's life experience was revealed, the dark tide of forces from all sides surged, and at this moment, it was no longer suitable for war, and the Zhendong Army was able to prepare for the New Year in Qicheng.

Beichen disappeared for two days in a row, Mu Qingli asked around, but no one had seen Beichen, which made her feel faintly uneasy in her heart.

On the eve of Chinese New Year's Eve, Beichen returned, and Mu Qingli greeted him with a smile, "Beichen, where have you been these days, I'm so worried about you." ”

Just wanted to hold Beichen, Beichen dodged away with a painful face, "Li'er, you come with me, I have something to say to you." ”

Mu Qingli sighed in her heart, and suddenly didn't want to respond: "It's getting late, if you have anything to say, let's talk about it tomorrow?" ”

Beichen looked at Mu Qingli steadily, took the initiative to take her hand, and walked towards the bank of the Yanghe River not far away.

Mu Qingli smiled a little far-fetched: "Beichen, you rarely take the initiative to get close to me......

Beichen paused, and then continued to lead Mu Qingli forward, he turned his back to Mu Qingli, so that she couldn't see his expression clearly, she could only look at his back, lonely and depressed.

The surface of the Yanghe River is as horizontal as a mirror, and the light from the setting sun shines on the water, like a soft halo floating on the river, and the winter wind blows in the face, making people's faces throb.