When the enemy soldiers who came back saw that the grain and grass had been burned, they were really enraged.

In front of the army, even if Qi Jingming had the ability to reach the sky, he would not be able to escape.

Soon Qi Jingming and Yang Xueyao were arrested, and all the cronies who came with Qi Jingming died, and there was no one left.

Because of the burning of grain and grass, the generals of the enemy army were very angry, even if they knew that the prince in front of them was the most favored prince of the old emperor of Jingguo, they also cut off one of Qi Jingming's arms with a knife.

Yang Xueyao was so stimulated by this bloody picture that her eyes were stunned.

Qi Jingming rolled on the ground in pain, and Qi Jingming's heart hurt more than the pain of losing his arm.

The loss of an arm means that he has lost the qualification to sit on the dragon chair, and in Jingguo, people with physical disabilities are not allowed to enter the imperial court as officials, let alone become emperors.

The enemy took out all their grievances on Qi Jingming, who burned their grain and grass.

Not long after, the enemy army took Qi Jingming as a hostage and demanded that Jingguo surrender, otherwise he threatened to kill Qi Jingming.

Qi Jingrui concealed the news that Qi Jingming was captured by the enemy and did not report it to the imperial court, otherwise with the extent that the old emperor loved Qi Jingming, it was really possible to make a mediocre decision for the sake of a prince.

The enemy country refused to surrender when he saw Jingguo, and he intensified his torture and prayed for Jingming.

Several times Qi Jingming couldn't bear such torture and wanted to commit suicide, but Yang Xueyao begged him bitterly not to leave her.

Qi Jingming endured it for the sake of his beloved woman.

In fact, Yang Xueyao didn't like Qi Jingming much, but she knew that if Qi Jingming died, then she would not be able to escape in her life, and Jingguo would not send troops to save her from being an unfavored concubine in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

But pray that Jingming is different, he is His Majesty's favorite prince, with His Majesty's favor for Prince Ming, His Majesty will definitely send someone to save him.

Yang Xueyao didn't think about it, Jing Guo's army surrounded the enemy legions.

The enemy pulled Qi Jingming and Yang Xueyao out as a threat to Jingguo's army.

Riding a tall horse in front of the army was Qi Jingrui, who had no sympathy for the embarrassed Qi Jingming, and he would not be threatened by the enemy.

Qi Jingrui didn't wear armor, he was dressed in white today, like a noble son who was as gentle as jade, and he had nothing to do with the battlefield and blood, but he was born like a person who was the god of war General Weiyuan, a bloodthirsty Shura.

He stretched out his hand indifferently, and the general next to him immediately handed over the bow and arrow dedicated to General Weiyuan.

Qi Jingrui drew his bow and pierced the throat of the enemy general with an arrow.

Despair appeared in Yang Xueyao's eyes.

The enemy was furious and cut off one of Qi Jingming's legs.

Qi Jingming regretted it, regretted that he had survived until now, even if he died at this moment, there would be no whole corpse.

Even so, it didn't threaten Qi Jingrui at all, and he still drew his bow and arrow again with an indifferent face, shooting through the throat of a general.

The little girl was not there, Qi Jingrui was simply fearless, and he no longer pretended, revealing his bloodiest and cruel side.

At this time, the enemy army did not dare to negotiate with Qi Jingrui, and the two sides went to war directly.

A general of the enemy army rushed towards Qi Jingrui, but Qi Jingrui was still noble and cold, not only did he not take the general in his eyes, as if the entire battlefield could not enter his eyes.

When the general had not yet touched Qi Jingrui, he was intercepted by the general beside Qi Jingrui, and the two fought, and the enemy general accidentally splashed the blood on the knife on Qi Jingrui's white clothes, Qi Jingrui looked down at the blood splashed on his clothes, and his indifferent eyes rolled murderous.

With a wave of the sword in his hand, the head of the enemy general was cut off by a sword.

"The little girl likes me to wear white clothes the most, damn it." Qi Jingrui looked at the soiled robe, his tone was light, and a trace of anger and distress appeared on his cold and handsome face.

The general beside him saw the ghost animal side of his own general, and a chill appeared in his back.