pungent peasant girl

Chapter 444 I beg you
Mo Yun said lightly.

Meng Qianyan seemed to hear the roar of his head exploding.

"You, how can you do this?"

"This king is more than that." Mo Yun said: "Do you know why? Why are your food and grass burned, and why are your food and grass robbed?"

"Your people did it."

"Do you know who that person is?" Mo Yun looked into Meng Qianyan's eyes, her eyes became red and red, "It's Xu Chenyuan. Xu Chenyuan was my king's man a long time ago, don't you know?"

"what--"

"Hehe, the king will continue to tell you. Xu Chenyuan just turned his back on the battlefield, and half of the people in the military department were brought by him to join the king. Look around, isn't it Xu Chenyuan who is fighting with your brother-in-law? .”

Indeed, Chen Jingshi roared angrily in the distance.

"Qianyan, Luo Ziyan lost, he lost. The king's cavalry will soon step on his flesh and blood and step into the imperial city."

Meng Qianyan's eyelashes moved slightly, and hot tears rolled down.

It flowed down her cheeks to her chin.

Meng Qianyan has always been strong, sharp, confident, and unstoppable, but now, she burst into tears.

Her shoulders were shaking violently.

She couldn't tell what kind of emotion she was.

She burst into tears.

She has really broken down.

She had never felt so helpless, felt so small.

Everything is out of control.

Only fear and panic remained in my heart.

What will happen next?
She can't predict it.

I just feel that the pores of my whole body are trembling.

Mo Yun looked at her, so helpless and painful.

For more than two years, it should be the first time he has faced her like this.

He thought that this woman was really fearless.

For a moment, he still felt sorry for her.

He raised his fingers and stroked the tears in her eyes.

Meng Qianyan raised his watery eyes, as if he had caught a life-saving straw, "Brother Seventeen."

"A thousand words."

"Brother Seventeen, can I beg you, can I beg you, don't go on like this, okay? Let me beg you. Let Father Emperor, let Ziyan go, the fault is mine, mine, you rush Let me come alone, okay? Let them go."

Mo Yun's hand was hanging in the air, and he withdrew it awkwardly, "Let them go, who will let me go?"

"Brother Seventeen!"

With a plop, Meng Qianyan knelt down, "Brother Seventeen, I beg you, don't do this, don't go on like this!"

Except for daily etiquette, Meng Qianyan had never knelt down to anyone.

In the past, she felt that there was gold under her knees.

It's not just men!
But now, now she began to understand that none of that mattered.

The important thing is that she really hopes that Ziyan will be well.

I hope they can leave here and go back to their hometown.

She didn't want anything else, as long as she was with Ziyan, that would be fine.

Tears fell down like broken beads.

She pleaded with Mo Yun.

Mo Yun is her only hope right now.

She can throw away everything about self-esteem and self-esteem.

Mo Yun stood beside her, staring at her in a daze.

"Brother Seventeen—"

"A thousand words." Mo Yun took a deep breath, "I can't do it, I want to live, and I always have support in my heart."

Hearing these words, Meng Qianyan suddenly thought of something, she stared at Mo Yun, "Is that support besides the throne, is there me? Is it because I am willing to go with you, so you can give up everything in front of you?" ?”

She looked at Mo Yun without blinking.

She even looked forward to his answer.

Mo Yun fell silent, her question surprised him.

But he was still sensible, "Qianyan, do you like me?"

"I like you."

"Is it the kind of love that women have for men? I will take you away, we will hide our names, we will be husband and wife, and we will go to distant places to have children. From then on, Luo Ziyan will not be in your life. It happened. So, can you do it?"

This question made Meng Qianyan hesitate.

Can she do it?
At this moment, Ziyan is the only thing on her mind.

After leaving with Mo Yun, she can't really forget it in the future, right?
Mo Yun shook his head lightly, "Even if your people leave with me, your heart will still stay here. So, Qianyan, this is not what I want."

Meng Qianyan fell silent, she slumped on the ground decadently.

What Mo Yun said was right.

She will not fall in love with Mo Yun.

she won't.

There was a burst of fighting, and it was dark.

The battle is still going on and shows no signs of stopping.

As night fell, Meng Qianyan returned to the tent.

Even in the tent, the sound of fighting in the distance can still be heard.

It seems to be attacking the city.

Ziyan should have really lost.

Will he die?

she thought suddenly.

What would she do if he died?

For the rest of her life, what's the point of her living?

She stayed up all night.

The dawn will be another dawn.

It seems a lot quieter outside.

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and she raised her eyes subconsciously.

It was Mo Yun who came in, and at the same time, there was Ruo Xian.

"Go, send her back, the city gate will be broken immediately, it is meaningless for her to stay here."

Ruo first pulled Meng Qianyan, untied the rope on her body, and regardless of her reaction, dragged her out and threw her on the horse.

The horse bumped all the way, Meng Qianyan's flesh was facing down.

She looked at the soil on the ground, and the pungent smell of blood made her sick.

I don't know how long he was bumping, but he was caught by Ruoxian.

She looked forward, and she saw Luo Ziyan.

Even if he was already covered in blood, even if her silver-white armor had turned red, and her sweat-soaked hair was messily sticking to her face.

She still recognized him immediately.

Her eyes were hot, and she called his name involuntarily.

He saw him too, and joy burst out of shock.

"My lord said that there is no point in keeping Princess Yihuan, so I will send it back to you. Anyway, we are done with this imperial city."

If you speak first, pick up Meng Qianyan and throw it forward.

Luo Ziyan rode his horse and rushed over to catch her in his arms.

She touched his body, felt his breath.

The heart that has been in pain and panic has finally found stability.

She hugged his neck and whispered his name.

"Ziyan."

"My thousand words." Luo Ziyan hugged her tightly, and he kissed her forehead forcefully, "Okay, I'm back, it's good to be back."

She returned to his arms, as if his heart returned with her.

The emptiness of the past few days has finally been filled.

"My lord, my lord, what should we do now? We are about to lose our hold on this city!" Qiying exclaimed, the wall behind her had already climbed the hanging ladder, and there were enemy soldiers climbing up again.

(End of this chapter)