From Yitian, the sword pressed the heavens

Chapter 121
Ever since they worked together to kill the Legalist envoy sent by Daqin, Han Xian'er has hardly made a move.

She has always been by her brother's side, obviously protecting Han Cheng.

Perhaps there is also a little fear of Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji didn't care about it at all.

Seeing this suspected schizophrenic patient again, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but smile brightly: "Your Highness, do you know why the First Prince is looking for me?"

"Brother, you will know when you have been there."

"I don't think it's a bad thing!" Han Xian'er smiled shyly at Zhang Wuji, her face turned red for no reason.

"Why is this woman crazy!" Zhang Wuji uttered a wordless sentence.

"Then let's go!" But he didn't bother to argue with the mentally ill, so he went out first with a wave of his sleeves.

Zhang Wuji met Han Cheng at the General's Mansion. Besides him, there was General Cheng Lu here, and there was no one else.

As soon as Zhang Wuji came in, he noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

"Why is the eldest prince so sad? Didn't we just win the battle?"

"Could it be that the eldest prince feels a little unhappy that the Lu army has not been wiped out, and wants to pursue the victory?" Zhang Wuji asked with bright eyes.

If this is the case, he is 120 happy.

"Senior brother Zhang was joking!" Han Cheng forced a smile that was uglier than crying.

"It's not the Lu army, it's the news from Wangcheng that the father has decided to appoint the third younger brother as the next king of Han."

"Huh?" Zhang Wuji was taken aback for a moment, and his eyes narrowed involuntarily.

Didn't you agree to see the result of this battle?

Now that this battle has just ended, and the news of the big victory here has not yet been sent back, why is the throne suddenly confirmed?
"What's going on?" Zhang Wuji asked in a deep voice.

"We don't know the details, we have to wait until we get back to the king city to know the details. I came here just to ask my brother to come back to the king city with me."

Han Cheng stood up and bowed respectfully to Zhang Wuji, pleading.

"Your Highness, you must not go back now!"

"I'm sure that you will be besieged and killed by the third prince on the way back. Even with Master Zhang's protection, what's the use of being able to go back to the king's city? The king's will has spread throughout Korea, and we have already lost. " Cheng Lu said in a trembling voice.

As a general leading the army, he has already stood in line and tied with the eldest prince. If the third prince can really register this time, his best end is probably to disarm and return to the field.

"Then what do you think, I can't stay here to support myself, rebel!" The eldest prince roared in a low voice.

Zhang Wuji was about to speak when suddenly there was a sword cry outside the door, and a sword talisman suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Wuji.

"It's the master's sword talisman!" Zhang Wuji's heart trembled. At this time, Xuan Yi would send him the sword talisman, and it was most likely related to the change of the Korean capital.

Zhang Wuji stretched out his hand, and the sword talisman buzzed, and countless messages appeared in his mind.

After accepting the information in the sword talisman, Zhang Wuji took a deep breath and turned to look at the three people in Hancheng who were looking at him.

"There is news from the organ city that our Mohists want me to protect the eldest prince and return to the royal city. We can still fight for the throne."

The eldest prince's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and his spirit, which was already on the verge of collapse, instantly lifted. As long as the Mo family didn't give up, then he still had hope.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away, let's set off today!" Han Cheng was also a decisive person, and immediately spoke.

He couldn't wait for a moment, and after greeting Zhang Wuji and Cheng Lu respectively, he turned around and left in a hurry.

Zhang Wuji turned his head to look at Cheng Lu: "The general can stay here with peace of mind, don't worry, nothing will happen."

"And you go to pick a hundred good soldiers in the army, the ones who can use the battle formation in the army, and set off with us as the guard of the eldest prince. This time, I am the only one from the Mohist family, and everyone else will return directly from here. Mocheng, I'm afraid that there might be some carelessness in protecting the eldest prince."

"Yes!" Cheng Lu respectfully agreed, and also turned around to make arrangements.

Only Zhang Wuji and Han Xian'er are left here.

"It looks like the Mo family is going to break the rules!" Han Xianer suddenly said with a smile.

"rule?"

Zhang Wuji turned his head in surprise: "I don't know what the rules are."

"It is rumored that Xuanyuan's sword repairers are a bunch of sword lunatics, and now it seems that it is true."

"Then Xian'er will wait and see how Senior Brother Zhang will fight for the throne for my brother." Han Xian'er said with a smile.

"Hey!" As soon as her words fell, the Zangfeng Sword suddenly appeared in the void, and the tip of the sword flashed and pierced Han Xian'er's eyebrows.

Han Xian'er's pupils shrank suddenly, and a rapier appeared in his hand.

With a bang, it collided with Zhang Wuji's Zangfeng sword.

But how could she resist the weight of the Zangfeng sword? The rapier was cut in two, and Han Xian'er suddenly fell to the ground, with a stream of blood slowly flowing from the corner of her mouth.

The Zangfeng sword flashed again, and landed on Han Xian'er's eyebrows. As long as Zhang Wuji moved his mind, he could take the woman's life in an instant.

"Senior Brother Zhang, what are you doing?" Han Xian'er's expression became a little indifferent.

"This is what I want to ask you, Han Xian'er, what is your purpose for following Han Cheng?" Zhang Wuji asked.

"Hehe, what does Senior Brother Zhang mean by that? I'm the emperor's brother and sister, so naturally I'm by his side to protect him."

"Brother Zhang, aren't you a bit too much of a stalker?"

"Hehe, Shura with thousands of faces, thousands of people with thousands of faces, you remind me of one person."

Zhang Wuji narrowed his eyes slightly: "More than 1000 years ago, the head of Shennongtang, one of the six farmhouse halls, was known as half-hearted, and in front of thousands of people, I don't know if there is any relationship between you two."

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Han Xian'er turned her head and said coldly.

"Then I want to see if your Han Xianer's face is real!" Zhang Wuji said, walking towards Han Xianer step by step.

"Senior Brother Zhang, men and women are different, please be careful." Han Xian'er suddenly raised her head and looked directly at Zhang Wuji.

Her voice seemed to have a special hint of bewitching, Zhang Wuji's eyes couldn't help but sag.

But at the same time, the Vulcan sword in his body let out a sword cry, which made him wake up instantly.

"Whoosh!" Taking advantage of this moment, Han Xian'er was about to run away in a flash.

But at the next moment, another sword hit Han Xian'er's back with a flash.

This is a transparent sword, and it is also the sword that Han Xian'er fears the most.

"It is said that the more beautiful a woman is, the more she likes to lie. Your Highness, your deceitful technique really opened Zhang's eyes."

Zhang Wuji walked up to Han Xian'er again and said with a smile: "Now, Your Highness the Princess can explain her identity in detail!"

(End of this chapter)