Chapter Seventy-Three: A Plan Within a Count

However, what everyone didn't expect was that the 100,000 troops sent by Beirong were completely annihilated by the 50,000 elite soldiers led by Xiao Yan.

When the battle report came, Wen Tingyu's whole person seemed to have lost his soul, and he couldn't react for a long time.

And Xiao Yan's army has broken through several cities in a row, and it will soon attack the imperial capital.

Wen Tingyu realized that he had fallen for Xiao Yan's plan.

He looked at the border map in his hand, his fingers clenched together, and the drawing in his hand turned into powder in an instant.

However, by the time he reacted, it was too late.

Xiao Yan's army was menacing, overcoming obstacles all the way, as if entering a no-man's land.

Wen Tingyu knew that he would never be his opponent!

On the eve of the big war, Wen Tingyu took Shu Wan to climb the highest tower of the Beirong Palace again.

In February, Beirong showed no signs of rejuvenation at all, and the sky was drenched and still snowing.

This time, he is no longer as confident and rebellious as he was at the beginning, but like a down-and-out nobleman.

"Awan, do you hate me?"

Shu Wan stretched out her hand and caught the snowflakes falling from the sky, the snowflakes fell on her palm, quickly melted and disappeared, she raised her head, and her tone was as flat as water: "On the day my father died, it was also snowing in the sky. ”

He smiled sadly: "After all, I can't stand you." ”

Shu Wan suddenly looked at him and smiled, laughing so much that her shoulders couldn't help shaking.

"Brother Yanyu, in fact, I don't hate you anymore, because what you owe is already being repaid!"

Wen Tingyu was stunned for a moment, but saw her laugh even more wantonly.

"Since you asked me to marry Xiao Yan, you are no longer the original brother Yanyu, and Xiaomei, I knew from the beginning that she was the eyeliner you planted next to me."

Wen Tingyu finally couldn't hold back the shock, and a stunned look flashed in his eyes.

"You know everything?"

Shu Wan nodded, her eyes always looking into the distance, and continued: "I know, that night, I saw Xiaomei go out to look for you, and I also overheard your conversation. ”

"I also know that Shu Mansion was set on fire by someone you sent, my brother, in fact, is long gone, right?"

From the time he repeatedly circled with her, not letting her go to see his brother, and from the time he came back with the bloody jade pendant, she had a strong premonition.

His brother should have been killed by him a long time ago!

She tilted her head, sniffed, and pushed the tears back into her eyes.

It's okay, it's okay, so that she doesn't have anything to worry about anymore.

If you don't have anything to worry about, you don't care so much about life and death.

"When you asked Xiaomei to steal the border map, I knew that everything was set up by you, so I will calculate it, drop the real border map in advance, and hand-draw a fake one."

He thought he didn't understand anything, but he forgot that she was the daughter of Jiangmen, and because of her frailty, her father would not let her go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, so she was familiar with the art of war, lined up in formation, and drew a border map It was not difficult for her.

"If you lose, you will be defeated, you will underestimate me too much!"

Wen Tingyu couldn't calm down anymore, his eyes were surging with emotion, he grabbed her shoulder, and asked tremblingly, "So, all this is a game set up by you, right?" Did you set up a bureau with Xiao Yan? The purpose is to let me bury the whole Beirong? ”

He looked at her face, obviously so beautiful, her eyes were so pure and clear, he thought she was a good person to control.

But I was bewitched by such a pair of eyes.

"Why, Awan, don't you keep saying that you love me? Why, why did you choose to be on his side anyway. ”

At this moment, the expression on his face was not just difficult to describe, it was comparable to a storm.

The dignified elegance of the past no longer exists.

Shu Wan just laughed, but the laughter gradually became desolate.

The wound on his shoulder was pinched out of his blood, and a drop fell to the ground along his shoulder.