The Divine Army Commander frowned slightly.

Duanmu Rong gently brushed the hair that was blown to his cheeks by the wind behind his shoulders, and said calmly: "Since you won't kill us all, then what are you still doing here?" Put down the knife and go." ”

The commander of the divine army was silent for a long time, threw the two standard sabers on the saddle to the ground at will, looked at her and smiled slightly, and said, "I hope to meet the young master again in the royal court." ”

Yaxiu put his sword into the sheath, pushed away the divine army in front of him, rushed to the side of the commander's horse and picked up the two standard sabers, hugged them tightly in his arms like a baby, and stared at each other vigilantly.

Duanmu Rong didn't answer the invitation or threat of the Divine Army Commander, and directly turned around and walked back to the camp.

In the middle of winter, the sun disappears shortly along the low southern sky, and the battle begins early in the morning, and by the time the battlefield is cleared, it is nearly twilight and the light is dim.

The dense sound of horses' hooves thundered above the meadow, then faded down. The Divine Army escorted those nobles of the Western Jin Dynasty away from the smoke and dust of the Dao.

A bloody twilight enveloped the camp, making the blood stains on the ground and carriage boards even more glaring. Broken carriage slabs, carriage debris and hay were piled up in one place, as if they were about to burn in the setting sun.

After a few moments, these objects were literally ignited, and the fire instantly grew stronger by the wind in the field, gradually engulfing the bodies of the victims piled on top of them.

In the crackling sound, you can faintly see extremely complicated images such as melting and scorching black deformation, and a frightening and disgusting smell of burning begins to fill the air.

The survivors gathered around the crematorium lowered their heads and began to chant in unison the death order in the Taoist song of Haotian, and the monotonous syllables kept repeating, praying that the souls in the flames could return to Haotian's embrace smoothly. What started out as a bit of noise became more and more neat, low and full of compassion.

Xu Chen didn't get out of the carriage because he was seriously injured, he lifted the curtain, looked at the flames in the distance in silence, listened to the chanting and prayers of the people, and suddenly raised his head to look at the sky high and far above his head.

The sky of the wasteland was as clean as he was familiar with, but at this time, under the light of the setting sun, it was naturally divided into two completely different worlds, the one near night was as blue as the sea, and the one near the day was burning like fire.

However, at this moment, just in front of the countless souls in the flames, under the ocean and the flame-like sky, his view of this world was gradually changing uncontrollably.

The people set up camp again in the meadows for a long, cold night.

In the early morning of the second day, dozens of surviving Western Jin cavalry returned south with the wounded. They are the descendants of the crown prince, and they know very well why the divine army had such an attitude when they were attacked yesterday, and they also know that even if they go to the royal court, they will not be able to seek any justice at all, and there is even a great danger that they will be punished by the imperial court, so they naturally choose to return to the country.

The disciples of the Yuxuanmen of the Western Jin Dynasty did not return south with the Chaoyang Iron Cavalry, but rode two carriages and a few horses and set off again, heading towards the Beiqiang Royal Court in the northeast.

Looking at the barren scenery outside the car window and the remnants of snow among the sparse grass, Xu Chen coughed twice, took out the prepared handkerchief from his arms, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, turned his head to look at the girl in white opposite and asked, "Why do you want to go to the royal court?"

"The affairs of the food team always need an explanation, and it is ......"

Duanmu Rong's eyes drooped slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said after a long silence: "I'm angry." ”

Xu Chen looked at her and laughed, and said, "I found that I like you a little." ”

Hearing this, the young girl Fu Shi lowered her head and looked at the white dress on her lap, it seemed that the lace there was very beautiful, but in fact, the white dress was plain, and there was nothing on it.

The carriage was still moving, and the wind in the field lifted the curtains, and the early morning sun poured in. The morning light reflected on the black and white pigmented decoration in the carriage, falling on her black hair and fair face, separating a few rays of light and shadow, and a calm and sure voice slowly came out from her lips: "I think, I already have someone I like." ”

The morning sun also fell on Xu Chen's body. He didn't expect that his habitual way of speaking would make the other party misunderstand, and smiled a little awkwardly, and his smile was extremely gentle in the morning light: "I have a lot of people I like, and like is a common phrase for me to express kindness, I hope it won't make you feel too abrupt." ”

The land of the wasteland was blown hard by the cold wind, and the wheels on it were shaken from time to time, and the carriage was not large, and the two sat opposite each other, and the distance could not be too far, and as the carriage rose and fell, the knees were about to touch together.

Xu Chen moved back, leaning on the cotton cushion by the window, his sore body finally found a support point, and he couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh, looking at the girl's beautiful face that was close at hand, and said: "This world is like this, you don't need to be unhappy about those disgusting things." ”

Yesterday he put on Duanmu Rong's makeup, combing her black hair like a waterfall behind and tying it up, waking up this morning, Duanmu Rong still maintained this hairstyle, I don't know if she cares about these, or thinks Xu Chen's craftsmanship is really good, so when she habitually brushes the hair in front of her forehead, her slender fingers fall into the air.

She asked very seriously: "Joy and disgust are emotions, how can they be suppressed?"

Xu Chen leaned against the window, his eyes were slightly narrowed by the morning light sprinkled in the corner of the curtain, and after a moment of silence, he said: "I'm not saying to suppress this emotion, but to say don't be affected by this emotion, this kind of thing is to punish yourself with other people's mistakes, it's not cost-effective." ”

Duanmu Rong's two thick and inky eyebrows slowly frowned, and he asked persistently: "But anger is anger." ”

Xu Chen looked at her eyebrows, and suddenly had the urge to touch it with his fingers, withdrew his hand into his sleeve, and said: "Since you are angry, of course, you have to vent your anger as quickly as possible, so I support you to go to the royal court, but have you thought clearly, once you meet that team of divine troops or those nobles in the royal court, what should you do?"

Duanmu Rong shook her head expressionlessly, she just intuitively thought that she should go to the royal court, find the team of gods and those people on the meadow, and seek justice for the dead fellow disciples and those Western Jin Dynasty soldiers and civilians.

As if guessing what she was thinking in her heart, Xu Chen looked at her and said seriously: "There has never been such a thing as justice, even if your strength and identity are strong enough, sometimes you may not be able to get it back, so this kind of thing has nothing to do with fairness, only with fairness." What is fairness? When someone beats us, we beat them, when someone scolds us, we beat them, and if someone wants to kill us, we kill them first. ”

Duanmu Rong looked at him with his eyes open, as if he didn't expect that many things would come out of his mouth, and it would become so simple and presumptuous, and he asked with a slight frown: "You guys...... That's how people over there see things?"

"Almost. Xu Chen said with a smile: "We have been receiving such an education since we were born. ”

Duanmu Rong stretched out his hand and lifted the curtain on the window of the car next to him, looked at the desolate wilderness of the wasteland that gradually receded, looked at the lonely birds in the air in the distance, thought about the people in the carriage on the meadow yesterday, and said after a moment of silence: "What if I get to the royal court and I can't kill those people?"

The Divine Army and the nobles they protect naturally can't be killed casually, even if she is a well-known bookworm in the world, Xu Chen looked at her with a confused expression, and vaguely guessed that the identity of those people on the meadow was probably extremely high.

"Who are those people who were left on the meadow yesterday?"

Duanmu Rong turned his head, looked at him and said softly: "The monk of Lengyan Temple, if you want to ask the person in the carriage, she is a princess and the darling of the royal family. ”

Xu Chen's frowning brows gradually relaxed, and the change in his expression did not mean that his mood was relaxed, but that he was a little surprised, and said, "Princess." ”

Duanmu Rong looked at him and suddenly laughed, and his expression, which was originally a little wooden, suddenly became vivid because of this rare smile, especially the scattered and cold gaze in his eyes, which instantly became a little cute.

"You don't know that Duanmu Rong is a bookworm, but you know the name of a nymphomania. ”

Xu Chen smiled, thinking that if it was that and his people went to the royal court to ask for justice, he was really a little delusional, and after his smile gradually faded, he looked at Duanmurong and said: "You can't kill people, and you want to be angry, I may be able to give you some ideas, what does the princess like or value the most?"

"She is called a nymphomaniac, and what she likes and cherishes the most is naturally flowers. ”

Duanmu Rong looked at Xu Chen's face like an idiot and said, "Other than that, she is a very tall person. ”

Xu Chen thought for a moment and said: "Getting angry is nothing more than bullying people, if you want to get angry when you go to the royal court, then just start with the two things of Hua and Qinggao." ”

Then he began to seriously plan for Duanmu Rong, once he met the princess in the royal court, what kind of way should he take, in order to understand the anger of the disciples of the Jade Xuanmen, and how not to cause too much shock.

Listening to these almost child's plays, but thinking about it carefully, there were really some sinister ideas, Duanmu Rong's brows frowned slightly. She looked at Xu Chen's smiling face in the morning light, looked at his fresh little dimples, and suddenly felt that his smile was so hateful and so cute.

Bullying people is Xu Chen's favorite thing to do, and bullying the strong with the weak is even more beloved. He secretly thought that he had bullied Prince Longqing once in advance, and he didn't know what that would think of him after he found out, and he was thinking about it, when he suddenly found that Duanmu Rong was looking at him very intently, only to find that he was a little carried away, and couldn't help but smile awkwardly.

Xu Chen asked, "Are you familiar with nymphomaniacs?"

Duanmu Rong was grinding ink and laying paper at this time, in order to keep a distance from Xu Chen, the waist and buttocks pressed on his calves leaned against the window as much as possible, and replied: "She went to Yuxuanmen a few years ago, and I spent dozens of days with her. ”

Xu Chen leaned on the carriage board, looked up at the plain decoration in the car, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked: "What kind of person is a nymphomaniah?

Duanmu Rong's right hand holding the pen stagnated slightly, glanced back at him, and said, "You are very interested in her?"

Xu Chen said with a smile: "I'm really good about what she looks like, because I've always been weird." ”

Perhaps in order to hide the panic of the previous moment, she lowered her head slightly, blinked her eyelashes slightly, sat down again with her hands on her lap, and said something else: "You have analyzed that the target of those horse thieves is not grain and grass, but me, but in fact, their target should be you. ”

She raised her head, looked at Xu Chen, and seemed to be looking at the wasteland scenery outside the window behind Xu Chen, and said seriously: "The picture behind the wall of fire, I can see it very clearly, they are prepared, they are here to kill you." ”

The sentence that was not asked was still not asked, Xu Chen knew that she had long been suspicious of her identity, but she did not ask directly, which made him a little grateful, but at this time he was still hesitating when to tell the girls of the Western Jin Dynasty his true identity, and he didn't know how to answer.