Han Yan stayed in Luoyang, Su Qinchong and Duan Sui led 30,000 troops, and met with Murong Chong's army in Zhengxi.

To the east of the Qinling Mountains, the armies of Yan and Qin are facing each other from east to west, and a big war is about to break out!

The sky is not yet bright, and above the Qinling Mountains, you can still feel the loess raised by the horse's hooves, rushing towards your face.

Song Ling leaned against the big tree, half-squinting, and the corner of his eye looked vigilantly at the sleeping man beside him with his eyes closed from time to time.

Seeing that Yang Ding's snoring was slight, as if she was sleeping soundly, she didn't dare to move, and stared at him carefully for a few seconds.

After making sure that the man was still asleep, she immediately got up, flipped up as quickly as a fish's tail, and ran down the hill.

She has spent more than a month with Yang Ding in this Qinling Mountains, and the two of them had their own injuries before, and they walked very slowly, plus they got lost, looked for water sources, etc., I don't know how much time was wasted, and now she is really impatient, and she just runs wild without thinking about anything.

This was the thirty-eighth escape she had attempted.

She ran all the way as if she was dead, without giving herself a trace of space to look back, and she didn't dare to look, for fear that Yang Ding would be behind her, and grab her like more than thirty times before.

The road down the mountain was even more rugged, she only cared about running for her life, she didn't pay attention, stepped on the air, and rolled down the hillside.

In a panic, she quickly covered her face with her hands and arms, for fear that gravel or thorns would ruin her face.

However, the hard stone on the mountain still slammed her leg, and the pain of the muscles and veins curled up came instantly, and she couldn't help screaming in pain.

It was this cry that quickly stopped her rolling, and she felt a burst from the bottom of the mountain, and soon her back stiffened, as if she had hit something heavy, but it was not as painful as she imagined.

She couldn't help but open her eyes, and when she looked back, she saw that the man was dressed in armor, half-hunched legs, condescending, and squinting at her.

And behind him, there was a dense Qin army, which she couldn't estimate, because she didn't see the end at all when she looked at it.

The moment she saw the man, her heart immediately sank.

She escaped Yang Ding, but fell into Fu Hui's hands.

"I didn't wait for Murong Chong, but I waited for you, and I didn't lose anything."

Fu Hui slowly bent down, her index finger teasingly lifted her chin, and there was still a lewd smile on the corner of her mouth.

When Song Ling saw him like that, he immediately felt nauseous, and stubbornly turned his head, trying to escape from the restraint of his fingers.

At this time, Yang Dingzheng walked down from behind her, yawning, and unhurriedly.

"No matter how fast you run, won't it still fall into the hands of our Qin army!"

"Only caught a little girl, what is there to be proud of, is it so easy for your Qin State to be content now?" She spoke coldly, without the slightest fear.

When Fu Hui heard this, he seemed to be poked in the "sore spot" on the spot, he was a prince of Qin, a commander of the three armies, and a man's dignity, and he was instantly questioned, or in front of so many soldiers.

Because of the successive defeats and retreats, Fu Jian was extremely disappointed in him, and the harsh criticism was endless, not only that, but his prestige among the soldiers also dropped sharply.

He suddenly raised his eyebrows, his eyes reflecting a terrifying coldness, and he clamped her chin, squeezing it hard until he heard her moans of pain.

"Sooner or later you will regret what you said!"

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Qin ** battalion

As soon as he entered the camp tent, Fu Hui pushed Song Ling to the ground.

She had already broken her muscles and bones, and she fell heavily to the ground.

"Song Ling, you didn't expect that one day you would fall into my hands." Fu Hui said with a wicked smile.

Thirteen years ago, the woman who shot the battle flag of their Qin army with an arrow once made his eyes shine for a while. However, whether in Chang'an or Pingyang, Murong Chong's protection of her was so good that he, the second prince, had no chance to start.

"What if it falls into your hands?" She spoke clearly.

"You are a commander of the three armies, you don't want to defeat the enemy, but spend your time on me, how can your Qin army be undefeated!"

She thought that if she provoked him like this, Fu Hui would go to rectify the soldiers and horses, spend her time on the war, and let her go for the time being.

However, she didn't expect it to be counterproductive.

Fu Hui was angry on the spot, and all the grievances of defeat turned into ** under him, and the whole person pounced like a hungry wolf.

Song Ling saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly wanted to move her body and escape, but her hands and feet were firmly bound by thick ropes, and she was pressed under Fu Hui before she could move half a minute.

"Don't try to provoke me!"

"Defeating Murong Chong didn't humiliate him!"

Song Ling could already feel the hot breath coming out of his mouth and nose, and she could smell her retching.

"Let go of me!"

"Fu Hui! You let go! ”

She shouted, trying her best to resist, but no matter how much she struggled, it didn't work under Fu Hui's strong body.

"Murong Chong, I want you to know that whether it is your woman or your soldiers, they can only surrender to the feet of our Qin State forever!"

I only heard Fu Hui's angry voice, and his subordinates frantically tore Song Ling's clothes.

"Fu Hui! You let go! No! ”

Song Ling still resisted desperately, and the thick rope grinded several blood marks on her wrist.

Suddenly, she felt her stomach churning even more, and she vomited again and again, quickly sweeping away Fu Hui's interest.

"You are pregnant with Murong Chong's child?!" Fu Hui suddenly stopped and asked coldly.

Song Ling was stunned, in the past few months since she was separated from Murong Chong, she had indeed been menstruating.

Could it be that she really already has Murong Chong's child.

Seeing Song Ling's expression of surprise and joy, Fu Hui suddenly frowned in disgust.

"You are really pregnant with Murong Chong's evil seed!"

She was slowly surprised in astonishment, unaware of the murderous intent rising in Fu Hui's eyes.

He pulled out the scimitar at his waist, his eyes bloodthirsty, and the sharp blade was getting closer to her abdomen.

This time, she was really scared!

She struggled backwards, her eyes filled with tears of pleading, and all her strength turned into helplessness begging for mercy.

"Second prince, I beg you, let go of the child in my belly!"

"Please!"

Fu Hui suddenly stopped, looking at the woman who was crawling on the ground with a bit of amusement, and her tone was full of mockery, "What?!" Now I know how to beg for mercy! ”

"Second prince, no matter what the dispute between Yan and Qin is, the child is innocent, I hope you will show great kindness and spare my son's life!"

She prayed in a low voice, there was only one belief in her heart, she must keep Murong Chong's bloodline!

"Look at what you look like now, where is the same Song Ling as before!"

Fu Hui looked at her embarrassed appearance, with a look of contempt in her eyes, but she felt that it was not enjoyable enough.

"If you want me to spare your child, you can."

"You take the child, kowtow to me three times, and shout ......"

"The Yan army will be defeated, and Murong Chong will die!"

"I'll let you go."

Fu Hui, a mad guy, actually asked Murong Chong's child to curse his father!

She can't! Absolutely not!

"What? Don't want your child's life anymore? Fu Hui saw that her face was embarrassed, and continued to joke.