Yuan Mi looked at him for a while, a laugh overflowed from his lips, and he asked softly, "Should I be afraid?" You think you can hurt me? ”

Cong Er gritted his teeth with hatred and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean?" ”

"I'm just cute, don't look at me like a child." Yuan Mi tilted his head to look at him, his eyes were clear, and he smiled harmlessly, "I tried my best to marry in a foreign land, how could I be empty-handed and unprepared?" ”

When the words fell, only a few sounds were heard, and the hemp rope that tied the three people fell to the ground.

"You ......" Cong Er's eyes widened and he raised his voice to ask, "How is this possible!" ”

Yuan Mi's face was full of smiles, her fingertips touched her wrist that was strangled red, and she didn't raise her head, but she said nonchalantly, "Xuemei, kill him." ”

Her words landed, and the little girl who leaned against the corner of the wall without saying a word slowly got up, she was not tall, and she was very thin, and she looked delicate, she was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but her eyes were cold and scary.

Seeing Xuemei stand up, Cong Er noticed the short dagger she was holding in her hand.

In just the blink of an eye, the little girl named Xuemei had already approached her, the cold light flashed, Cong Er subconsciously raised the knife to block, but it was not half as fast as her, and the short dagger in the little girl's hand was inserted into his right eye.

It was instantly dark in front of him, Cong Er wailed, covered his right eye and took several steps back.

Before he could stand firm, Xuemei made another move, swinging a short dagger straight into his left eye.

Although Cong Er was on guard and raised his knife to block, his eyes were scarlet, and he couldn't see people clearly, so he could only hold the big knife and wave it around.

Compared to the burly and clumsy Cong Er, Xue Meisheng was short, dodging the bone chopper, and the short dagger in his hand stabbed hard, and the entire blade was submerged in his wrist.

The tendons were severed, the bone cleaver fell to the ground, Cong Er let out a miserable scream, and the wound on his wrist was deep and bone-seeing.

Yuan Mi got up with the hand handed by Qiu Yu, slowly walked to the center of the tent, looked at Cong Er who fell to the ground, chuckled, and returned his words word for word, "Just shout, this place is very remote, and no one will come all the way to save you." ”

Cong Er trembled, his eyes couldn't be opened, and there was a sharp pain in his wrist, which was so badly injured, but it didn't prevent him from being hard-mouthed, "Slut, don't think that you can sit back and relax when you fall in love with the third prince, he is just an outcast, no matter how hard he tries, the Great Khan can't look at him squarely, how long can you be proud of marrying such a person?" ”

"And Dayan, sooner or later, it will be in the pocket of the Turks... Hmmm......"

Before Cong Er's words were finished, Yuan Mi's little foot stepped on his wrist.

"Look at the ones who hurt you, they're talking nonsense." Yuan Mi smiled on his lips, his toes were slightly forced, he crushed his wrist, and said softly, "Da Yan Zhong Lingyuxiu, Luan Xiang Fengji, how can you be defeated by a mere Turk?" ”

Cong Er gasped in pain, wanting to struggle, but he didn't dare.

Xuemei's dagger was pressed to his neck, and if she was not careful, she would die.

He could only endure the sharp pain in his wrist and did not dare to move.

"Just stare at the sky and see how I have turned the Turks into vassals step by step."

Yuan Mi smiled, but she was merciless at her feet, if she couldn't see her current movements with her own eyes, I am afraid that she would think that she was stupid and sweet, and she was a pampered little princess who did not understand the world.

"Xuemei, kill."

"Wait!" Cong Er's body stiffened, his voice trembled, and he took a heavy breath to keep himself from fainting in pain, "Don't you want to know who is behind me?" If I'm just one person, I won't be able to tie all three of you together! ”

"As long as ...... As long as you let me go, I'll tell you! ”

At this point, he was still thinking about bargaining with the person in front of him.

Yuan Mi pulled the corners of her mouth and asked quietly, "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in knowing." ”

Cong Er choked and said in disbelief, "Someone is secretly trying to harm you, don't you want to find out in advance and take precautions as soon as possible!" ”

"If he can really hurt me, he should have done it this time, shouldn't he?" Yuan Mi had a sweet smile on his face, but his eyes were indifferent, "Who is interested in knowing the name of the defeated general?" ”

"But ......"

"Noise." Yuan Mi seemed to have exhausted her patience, pursed her lips, and called in a low voice, "Xuemei." ”

A cold light flashed, and Cong Er lay on the ground, no longer silent.

Yuan Mi stared at him coldly, with a smile on his lips, and said softly, "This is what happens to underestimating women." ”

After the words fell, Yuan Mi no longer paid attention to the corpse on the ground and slowly walked outside.

Xuemei kept up with her master and never left her husband.

When Qiu Yu passed by Cong Er's side, he snorted heavily, and spat at his corpse, gloating, "General, don't underestimate the enemy in the next life." ”

-

When I got back to the tent, it was already dark.

Ji Cheng sat at the table, holding a pen in his hand, and was drawing something seriously, and he didn't even notice that Yuan Mi had returned to the tent.

"What are you drawing?"

A sudden voice came from the top of his head, Ji Cheng raised his head suddenly, those eyes were too sharp, making people's hearts tight.

Seeing that it was Yuan Mi, Ji Cheng's face softened, and he hooked his lips and smiled, "Why did you come back, where did you go to play with the two of them?" ”

Yuan Mi walked around to the back of the table and didn't answer his question, just lowered his eyes to look at the painting in front of him.

Draw a clear stream, there is a courtyard on the side, pavilions and water corridors are readily available, behind is the mountain, the mountain is lush, as if it is a fairyland.

Yuan Mi was secretly speechless, his eyes fell on the undried painting, and said softly, "What is this place?" ”

Ji Cheng didn't want his words, and only asked in a low voice, "Do you like it?" ”

Yuan Mi's eyes moved slightly, Bei Yan bit her lower lip lightly, and nodded slowly, "I like it." ”

"Since you like it, I'll give you this painting." Ji Cheng smiled lightly on his lips, and said meaningfully, "When the ink on it is dry, put it away." ”

Yuan Mi bowed his head, only thinking that he had made a sub-painting for himself, so that he could take a look at the appearance of the house in his hometown.

"The Third Prince!"

There was silence in the tent, and suddenly a man's voice sounded outside, and it sounded very urgent.

Ji Cheng sensed that something was wrong, frowned slightly, and asked towards Yangsheng, "What's the matter?" ”

"The Great Khan has ordered you to go to the king's tent at once, and say that it is ...... General Cong Er has been killed! ”

Ji Cheng paused, and subconsciously looked at the girl beside him.

Yuan Mi exclaimed in surprise, covered her small mouth, her eyes suddenly reddened, and she looked as if she was frightened by the news, and muttered, "A living person... How could it be ......"

Ji Cheng felt sorry in his heart, got up and took her in his arms, and comforted her in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, stay in the tent obediently, don't go anywhere." ”

Yuan Mi buried his face in his chest, nodded when he heard the words, and said softly, "You are careful, come back early, don't leave me alone for a long time." ”

"Don't worry." Ji Cheng touched her head, immediately let go of his hand, and walked out of the tent quickly.

Seeing Ji Cheng leave, the fear on Yuan Mi's face faded, the corners of his lips slowly hooked, and he smiled slyly.