Yan Kingdom, Weide City

Murong Ling had already been properly deployed in Shacheng, and his heels were gradually gaining a foothold, and his strategic vision was extended to the neighboring city of Weide City.

Weide City is in the northeast of Yingzhou, north of Liucheng, west of Longshan, is the fortress of Longcheng.

As long as you capture Weide City, there is no doubt that a wall ladder will be erected in front of the Dragon City, and it will be as easy as a horse stepping on Pingchuan to take the Dragon City.

Looking at Longcheng again, the county bears the mountains and the sea, and the throat is sent, once the dragon city is captured, you can defend the risk of fat such as self-protection, and set up a portal to seek the Central Plains.

This is Murong Ling's long-term plan.

Song Ling was dressed in neat men's clothes and mixed into Weide City in advance to investigate. Murong Ling didn't want to send her, but his portrait had already been plastered all over the streets and alleys of Yanguo, and he really couldn't come in person.

Only she, a fresh face, can act conveniently.

Since the fall of Sand City, the adjacent Weide City has immediately tightened its defenses, and the east and west gates are heavily guarded, and it is not easy to take them.

Song Ling entered from the east gate, walking extremely slowly, remembering the distribution of the Yan army's guards all the way. Suddenly, she felt a dark shadow following closely behind her, and she looked back sharply, and the shops on the street were in order, and the people were doing their own thing, and there were no sneaky people at all, everything seemed so normal.

However, the calmer it is, the more dangerous it is.

She couldn't help but quicken her pace and head west, only to hear a trace of sound behind her.

Her heart suddenly rose with vigilance, her left hand touched her waist, and the silver needle was waiting for her fingertips, just waiting for a chance to win with one blow.

Seeing that the west gate was approaching, the phantom behind him also increased its speed, as if there were signs of a move.

I've been following her all the way for so long, it's really not good!

There was a small alley on the left and right in front of him, and Song Ling's figure flashed, and he hid in the alley on the left.

If she couldn't get rid of the enemy behind her before crossing the city gate, then she would be in trouble, and it was more likely that she would ruin Murong Ling's big things.

She didn't dare to delay, so she ran away when she entered the alley. It's just that she hasn't run a few steps before her heart chills.

It's a dead end.

The road ahead was impassable, so she immediately took out the dagger in her boot and scratched several notches of different shades on the soles of her shoes to increase friction when climbing over the wall. She took a few steps back, ran for a while, and suddenly jumped to her feet, kicked the wall with her right foot, and slammed her left foot with force, stretching her arms just enough to reach the edge of the wall.

It's just that before she could exert her hands, she saw a large net fall from the sky and pull it straight over her head.

As soon as Song Ling fell to the ground, she quickly wanted to get up, but there were already black-clothed people on all sides who tightened the four corners, and the net was like a silkworm chrysalis, binding her in it at once, and she couldn't move.

The black-clothed man led by him had already drawn his sword, the edge of the blade reflected the sunlight, and a tragic white light flashed through her eyes.

Murong Ling, may you succeed in everything and dominate one side.

Suddenly, hearing only a scream, she quickly opened her eyes, only to see the man in black spurting blood from his neck, and fell to his knees in pain.

And in front of her, a purple-clothed young man was holding a long sword, protecting her in front of her, she didn't know who he was, she only saw a cold and arrogant back. The young man's cuffs were golden, the sword was held diagonally in his hand, the tip of the sword was still dripping with blood, and he was full of murderous intent.

The man in black didn't see where the young man came from just now, let alone when he took out the sword, he saw the tragic situation of the leader falling, and he couldn't help but feel a little afraid in his heart, and he didn't dare to step forward.

On the side of the young man's long sword, before he could make a move, the people in black were already so frightened that they retreated, they looked at each other, and finally dispersed.

The boy turned to look at her, and she recognized the peerless face.

King of Zhongshan, Murong Chong.

He stepped forward and tore off the big net on her, but he always frowned and didn't say a word.

"Thank you." Song Ling took off the shackles, and finally felt that it was not easy to escape from death, and immediately thanked Murong Chong.

But she couldn't help but think of his indifference and determination outside the palace that day, and there was still a trace of mustard in her heart, plus the preciousness of the warplane, she just left.

"For the sake of Murong Ling, betraying Dayan, risking his life, and ignoring the Song family, have you really thought clearly?"

Song Ling hadn't taken a few steps before she heard a deep voice behind her, every word was a bloody question, which made her take a deep breath, but she didn't know how to answer.

"Don't bother the prince." After she finished speaking, she walked away.

"I don't know what kind of drug that thief poured on you!"

Song Ling stopped suddenly, she turned around, looked at him fixedly, and said word by word, "He is not a traitor, he is a hero of Dayan!" It's a hero abandoned by Dayan! ”

"Dayan's hero?!" Murong Chong snorted disdainfully, his eyes full of contempt.

And his expression was exactly the interpretation of the Yan royal family to the heroes, and Song Ling couldn't help but feel a burst of fire in his heart.

"King Wu's father and son, after several battlefields, saved the country from danger, and made great achievements, but they ended up ......"

Before she could finish speaking, Murong Chong had already stepped forward with an arrow, grabbed her by the throat, and pressed her against the cold wall.

And his eyes were full of deep sadness.

"The Qin State is eyeing the tiger, and Dayan is worried about internal and external troubles, at this time, he is taking advantage of the fire to rob and rob the city of Yan Kingdom, do you think he is the hero of Dayan!"

"Is he worthy?"

Every word Murong Chong said was like a bloody knife cutting through her heart, leaving her deep in pain and not knowing her choice.

Maybe he was right, Murong Ling's army at this time undoubtedly made Dayan, who had tasted defeat several times, even worse.

If he really cares about the safety of the country, he will never do this!

She also asked herself countless times in her heart, is she really right to do this?

She lowered her eyes, not daring to look at Murong Chong's questioning gaze, because she already had the answer in her heart.

Seeing this, Murong Chong's heart softened, and he couldn't help but slowly let go of his hand.

"You send a message to Murong Ling, if he stops at the precipice, the court will definitely spare his life!"

"If he is obsessed, the place of Longshan is the place where he is buried!"

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"My lord forgave the sin and let the girl escape!" The man in black knelt on his knees and whispered.

"There are so many of you, you can't catch a girl!" The young man played with the dagger in his hand as if nothing had happened, and there was already a cruelty in his eyes.

Seeing this, the man in black was terrified, and quickly kowtowed and begged for mercy, "Your Excellency, forgive your sins!" We had already caught the girl, but all of a sudden we ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, a dagger had already pierced his throat, muffling his last voice.

"A failure is a failure, what excuses!"

Murong Lin pulled out the dagger, and the blood splashed his face, he only frowned slightly, and then calmly continued to play with the bloody dagger.

Murong Ling, sooner or later, I will make you miserable!