The wife of the female Zun Kuaichuan is a doting maniac

Mu Jinyan carefully supported his body and choked out: "Stop talking now. The military doctor will come over to treat your wound later. You will be fine."

The man shook his head, smiling helplessly and sadly.

"Master, there is no need to waste this good medicine on me. My son is dead and my wife was beaten to death by the northern barbarians. I am the only one left in this world who is so miserable. To me, living On the contrary, it is a pain.”

If he hadn't been unwilling to do so, he would have gone with his wife and son long ago.

Now he can still see the soldiers in Dongling, can wait until the Northern Barbarian Dog is beaten out of Dongling, can see such a beautiful young master talking to him, he will die without regrets.

"you……"

Mu Jinyan wanted to persuade her again, but she didn't know how to speak.

He really has nothing to miss in this world.

"Young Master is kind-hearted. Please give me a ride. Qinglang is very grateful."

The man tried his best to arch Mu Jinyan with trembling hands, causing Mu Jinyan to burst into tears without holding back.

Today was the first time that he killed someone with his own hands, and the people he killed were all enemies.

If he were asked to kill his own compatriots, he would not be able to do so.

A long sword pierced the man's chest. Before Mu Jinyan had time to scream, the man had already lost his breath.

Seeing his slowly closing eyes and the relieved smile on his lips, Mu Jinyan put the person down with trembling hands, and held his cold hand tightly with a slightly warm hand.

"Sister Ayun..."

Mu Jinyan's body trembled, and her voice also trembled.

"Don't be afraid, he is now free. His wife and son are still waiting for him, and their family is finally reunited."

There were some words that Rong Yun couldn't say. Mu Jinyan only saw the injuries on the man's body, but she didn't know what he had experienced before.

Even she was horrified by the methods used by the northern barbarians to torture men, let alone Mu Jinyan, a young man from an aristocratic family who had grown up in a honey pot.

"I can't save him..."

Mu Jinyan lay in Rong Yun's arms and cried aggrievedly, as if she wanted to cry out all the injustice and confusion in her heart.

Although he came from the generals, this was the first time he faced this situation.

Since childhood, I have grown up with Si Qianling and His Highness, and there are some things that I cannot do as a general. No one in Dongling dares not to follow His Highness's words.

Even when she first met Mrs. Jiang, who even dared to scheme against Si Qianling, Mu Jinyan was never afraid.

Because he knew that His Highness and Sister Rong Yun would definitely find a way to deal with Southern Xinjiang, and Jiang Yu was no match for them.

But now, he truly realized his incompetence.

Status, power and power are nothing in the face of life and death. He couldn't even save an innocent man.

"This is not your fault. With His Highness here, one day the world will be peaceful and the seas and rivers will be clear."

Rong Yun patted Mu Jinyan's back gently and spoke firmly.

Ever since she was young and determined to assist His Highness with the Rong family's century-old wealth, she has never thought of looking back.

If His Highness fights, she will be His Highness's pawn and the sword in His Highness's hand to help her conquer the world.

If His Highness seeks stability, she will serve as His Highness's adviser and minister, helping her to govern the world.

Dongling had never wanted to start a war before, she only wanted the people to be safe, but some people couldn't see her and the people in Dongling were happy. They all thought that Dongling was a soft persimmon, and they would come and pinch her no matter what happened.

Then the world... would be in chaos!