The camp tent of the king of Jibei

Song Ling knelt on his knees and kowtowed heavily, "I beg the king of Jibei to lend me 20,000 soldiers and horses, so that I can attack Zhengzhou at the same time." ”

Murong Hong was stunned for a moment, his brown pupils suddenly reflected intricate feelings, and there was a silent sadness flowing in his silent moment.

"If it weren't for the Phoenix Emperor, wouldn't you have come to me in this life?" Murong Hong asked in a hoarse voice.

The suppressed tone still could not hide the sadness in his heart.

For Murong Chong's Luoyang war, she didn't hesitate to beg him in a low voice.

Murong Chong, in her heart, is it really that important?

Murong Hong's right hand couldn't help but clench deeply, Emperor Feng, Emperor Feng, the battle in the world is still unknown, but Yu Song Ling, I did lose to you.

At this time, a trace of evil thought flashed in Murong Hong's mind. Perhaps, Murong Yue's decision was the right one!

Without Murong Chong, the world and Song Ling can only be his Murong Hong's!

"Please allow the prince." Song Ling didn't answer his question, but kowtowed heavily again and pleaded.

"Song Ling!" Murong Hong shouted, his anger was like a gushing fire, and it was difficult to hide the slightest.

He stepped forward and grabbed Song Ling's chin, making her eyes meet his pain.

"Except for Murong Chong, don't you have anything else to say to me!" Murong Hong looked at the calm in the woman's eyes, which were always as calm as stagnant water, and his voice suddenly changed from a roar to a low one, "You didn't want to ask me, how have I been doing in the past few years?" ”

Song Ling's eyes trembled, and he was slightly moved in his heart, and those young times came back to his heart in a flash.

The three of them hugged their heads and cried helplessly in the Qin Palace, the excitement of leaving Chang'an for the first time, and the hardships of enduring humiliation and burden......

But it was only for a moment, and soon, the scene of Yang Zhao falling in a pool of blood suddenly occupied her mind.

Over the years, for the sake of power and selfish interests, he has recognized the thief as his father, and he has rarely contacted Pingyang.

Chang'an raised troops, as Murong Chong's brother and as the royal family of Dayan, he deliberately deceived and didn't care about Murong Chong's life and death at all!

A wry smile crossed her face, "The prince is clothed and well-fed, and he holds heavy soldiers, what is wrong, what do I have to ask." ”

"Song Ling!" The strength in Murong Hong's hand intensified unconsciously, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

No matter how dangerous it was to kill the enemy on the battlefield, no matter how bad the situation was, it couldn't make him tremble with fear, but in the face of Song Ling's heart-like gaze, he was afraid.

Perhaps, the moment he chose to follow Murong Yue, it also meant that he gave up on Song Ling.

"Please give me 20,000 soldiers and horses." Song Ling looked at him stubbornly, but he didn't cry out in pain, but just said fixedly.

"You borrowed troops from me for Murong Chong, didn't you think about the safety of the pass, my life and death?" Murong Hong looked at her painfully, and his eyes were desolate.

Song Ling was silent.

At this time, Murong Hong was completely sober, and he gradually let go of his hand.

He stood up and looked down at her condescendingly, glancing with the majesty of a king at a woman who had a request for him.

"If you want me to borrow soldiers, it's impossible!" He said coldly, every word with a toughness that could not be refused.

"Murong Hong!" Song Ling gritted his teeth and shouted his name heavily.

Murong Chong is his brother who has been with each other since he was a child, and he knows very well in his heart that with those more than 40,000 soldiers and horses, attacking Luo ** is to send him to death in vain.

Murong Hong glanced at her coldly, and said in a playful voice, "Since you have a request for me, you should show due sincerity." ”

As soon as he heard that there was a turning point, Song Ling hurriedly asked, "What do you want me to do so that you can borrow troops?" ”

"What if you can't?" Murong Hong asked coldly.

"I ......" Song Ling's voice suddenly lowered, not she could do anything, such as ......

"If I want you to marry me, can you do it?"

****

Yuan Xiang saw Song Ling walking out of the tent with a pale face, and hurriedly walked over and asked hurriedly, "How is it?" Did Murong Hong agree to borrow troops? ”

Song Ling solemnly handed over the talisman to him, "The King of Zhongshan and Luoyang are all handed over to you." ”

****

"If I want you to marry me, can you do it?"

Song Ling was stunned, she looked at Murong Hong's hot and nervous gaze, and there was a trace of bitterness in her heart.

Although she has never been emotionally affectionate towards him, she is deeply aware of the righteousness of a friend.

Song Ling stood up, looked at him, and said firmly, "I can't do it!" ”

Then, turning around, he strode out of the tent.

Murong Hong's whole person was stunned, like thunder, his shoulders couldn't stop shaking, shaking off all the aura and glory of him as the head of all armies and a descendant of the royal family.

He jerked out his hand and grabbed her hard.

"I knew you couldn't do it!" His expression was hideous, and his voice was tyrannical, more appropriately described as a scream than a roar.

But if you listen carefully, behind all the toughness, there is obviously a trace of self-deprecation and helplessness.

Song Ling was pinched by him, and she couldn't help but show a painful expression on her face, but at this time, she was still thinking about Murong Chong.

"Murong Hong, are you so reluctant to save him?"

"He's your eighth brother!"

"Are you really fighting for power and profit, and you won't save him from death?"

"You and I both know that relying on those tens of thousands of soldiers and horses to attack Luo *** is to die in vain! What's more, there is also a Zhengzhou with plenty of grain and grass as the backing of Luoyang. ”

"Aren't you afraid, he has gone and never returned!"

"You're not afraid, will you regret it!"

"Enough!" Murong Hong yelled, "It's Murong Chong when you open and close your mouth, and it's all for Murong Chong's sake!" ”

"Since he dares to respond to the battle of Luoyang, he should be responsible for his decision!"

"Murong Hong!"

"Did you really decide not to borrow troops?"

Murong Hong let go of her and waved his sleeves and said, "I said it very clearly, unless you marry me, otherwise, I will not borrow soldiers!" ”

When did they start talking to each other in terms of transactions!

Love with him is actually coercion; Marriage is just a boring transaction.

Now, she finally saw it!

"What if I say no!"

"Do you really care about Murong Chong!"

Murong Hong snorted coldly, and every word he said after that was like a ruthless knife cutting at the little expectation she had of him.

From that day on, Song Ling's last bit of nostalgia for him was gone.

So much so that in the final battle for the world, she did not hesitate to stand on Murong Chong's side.

"You should know very well that it is no longer a question of whether I borrow soldiers or not. One sentence of mine can decide Murong Chong's life and death! ”

"Don't forget, those 40,000 soldiers and horses are all my men!"

"Murong Hong, do you have to make me hate you!"

"Hate?" Murong Hong sneered, "Hate, what's the matter? ”

"What you can really have is the king!"