In the guest room, Gong E had just taken out the wound medicine to wipe the wound for Xuanyuan Che, and was sent out by Xuanyuan Che coldly: "I can do it alone, you go and take care of the general."

General Zhu just didn't worry about him, so he asked her to send him out first, but he didn't expect this person to be so uninteresting, so he didn't come to him, and retreated lightly, guarding the door, not letting outsiders approach.

About the middle of the moon, she saw a tall and slender figure coming, dressed in red hunting under the moonlit night, and even the cold wind seemed a little warmer around her.

Gong E's eyes brightened for a moment, and she stepped forward and said, "General! Are you alright?"

"Well, it's okay, you sent Mr. Jiang here."

Zhu Jiu thanked her, Gong'e blushed, and hurriedly said that it was nothing, and then hurriedly returned to the Taiji Hall to work.

After all, she has been out for too long, and it is easy to attract attention.

After seeing Gong'e leave, Zhu Jiu closed the door and entered the house, the light in the room was very dim, but it was warm.

Dressed in green clothes, the man dressed as a scholar sat on the couch and looked at her from afar, his eyes were wet as if he had cried, and his worried eyes were a little red.

For some reason, hearing the sound of his breathing in the room, Zhu Jiu felt more relieved.

Perhaps, she has subconsciously regarded this Jiangcheng as her own person, although she has not known him for a long time, this person is extremely enthusiastic and sincere to her.

After sitting down on the edge of the couch, she gently lifted Jiang Cheng's hair and looked at the bandaged wound, and saw a layer of blood soaked out of the gauze, she knew that Emperor Yan's hand was extremely heavy, and she was afraid that she had the intention of killing her.

For a while, her heart sank more and more, but her face did not show it, but she took out a delicate small porcelain bottle from her arms and handed it to him: "Mr. Jiang, rubbing the wound with this will heal in less than five days, and there will be no scars after a few more days."

"Poof."

Jiang Cheng smiled, which made Zhu Jiu a little puzzled, and then, he coughed, looked at her with a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, and played with taste: "I'm a man, it doesn't matter if I break my appearance, but I'm a general, as a woman, I am exceptionally beautiful, and I should cherish my appearance more than ordinary people, but fortunately, this scar is on my forehead."

Zhu Jiu stared at him for a moment, and then smiled slowly: "But I don't know what your reason is?"

As he spoke, he opened the porcelain bottle and drugged him.

This gold sore medicine is a special medicine developed by her in the Zhu family pharmacy when she has nothing to do, which can quickly stop bleeding and reduce inflammation, and also has the effect of analgesia and scarring.

Smelling the familiar fragrance of medicine, Xuanyuan Che sat obediently and moved closer to her to make it easier for her to take medicine.

When he took Gong E away, he tore the injured person. The leather mask, which now feels like real skin, does not make Zhu Jiu suspicious.

The room was quiet for a while, maybe it was too quiet to make people a little unaccustomed, Xuanyuan Che thought about it and asked her, "General, did the emperor ask you for the crime?"

Hearing this, Zhu Jiu glanced at him and hooked his lips: "Aren't you worried that I, the assassin of the Gaoxin Kingdom, will kill you?"

Xuanyuan Che frowned, and suddenly held her medicine hand seriously, "The general is not an assassin of Gao Xinguo, in my eyes, the general will always be a general, no one can compare!"

The distance between the two may be a little too close, Zhu Jiu coughed unnaturally, and inadvertently smelled the fragrance on his body, which seemed to be a little familiar, as if he had smelled it somewhere.

I couldn't think of it for a while, shook my head, got up and said, "If you are rested, go out of the palace, there is my person at the palace gate, and he will answer you."

"What about you? General!"

Xuanyuan Che got up from the couch worriedly, looked at her, and couldn't help but look slightly gloomy: "Does the general want to fight against the imperial court with his own strength? If the court of the Yan Kingdom can't tolerate you, then why do you want to stay here?"

Hearing this, Zhu Jiu paused, and the figure who had already walked to the door couldn't help but stop, and looked at him deeply: "This is my homeland, I can't bear it."

She was reluctant to swallow the country.

Xuanyuan Che couldn't help but clench his fists, slowly lowered his eyes, and suppressed his voice: "Ruo Yanguo and the Zhu family,

Do you have to choose one or the other?"

"How so?"

Zhu Jiu was a little surprised.

Even before Xuanyuan Che said this, she had never thought about this question, and suddenly, in the flash of light, she seemed to understand something, and slowly retreated into the room, looking directly at Xuanyuan Che: "Do you know something?"

Seeing that she took the initiative to ask, Xuanyuan Che did not hide it, but said truthfully: "Emperor Yan is angry today, his position represents the position of the imperial court, and now the imperial court cannot tolerate you, and it must not tolerate the Zhu family."

There was only the sound of Zhu Jiu clenching his fists in the air, and when she came back to her senses, a few breaths had passed, and the Mr. Jiang in front of her came to her at some point, raised his eyes to look directly at her, and pressed her shoulders tightly and asked, "General, ask yourself, is the death of the country really so terrible?"

"Are you so sure that Xuanyuan Che is a tyrant, he will slaughter all the people of the Yan Kingdom?"

In history, who wants to be a slave to the country?

But the rise and fall of the country is like this, there will be prosperity and decline, it is not human power but can be controlled, Zhu Jiu can make Yan Kingdom last to this point with his own strength, it is a miracle.

These words were like a sharp sword, fiercely piercing the panic and doubts that Zhu Jiu had been hiding all along.

The answer gradually became clear with his questioning, but then her hatred emerged.

Zhu Jiu stared coldly at his hand, took it away lightly, and looked at him without hesitation: "Mr. Jiang, I don't know why you want to say such things to me, Xuanyuan Che may be good in the eyes of others, but he will always die in my eyes!"

After saying this, she suddenly felt puzzled when she saw that the expression of Mr. Jiang in front of her flashed with a hint of panic.

Strange, she said Xuanyuan Che, what is Mr. Jiang afraid of?

The words he was most afraid of hearing came anyway, and she really hated him.

But now that there is no one around, the two of them have talked again, which is undoubtedly the best opportunity for a showdown!

Xuanyuan Che gritted his teeth and looked at her, his dark eyes filled with a bit of innocence and expectation: "Then what if...... What if Xuanyuan Che confessed his mistake to you?"

"Admit your mistake?"

Zhu Jiu seemed to remember something ironic, and couldn't help but hook his lips and look at the bright moon outside the window that was slowly covered by dark clouds: "He is now the king of a powerful empire, how can he admit his mistake to me at the end of a small strong crossbow?"

Seeing that she was still like this, the oil and salt did not enter, and she seemed unwilling to face the problem of the two, Xuanyuan Che simply took a deep breath and tore off the person on her face. Leather masks!

When Zhu Jiu turned his head to look at him, before he had time to show shock in his eyes, Xuanyuan Che turned to look at her directly, and looked at her tightly: "If Gu didn't sincerely admit his mistake to you, why did Gu withdraw on the day of the siege?!"