Jiang Wenjing could tell he was trying to change the subject, so he said noncommittally, "Minister Xing, you're joking. I've been in the military camp all year round, so how could I have a confidante? I just found a place to stay outside."
Xing Maozhi nodded when he heard this, not knowing whether he believed it or not.
He looked around, then suddenly reached out and pulled Jiang Wenjing aside. After making sure that no one was following him, he said, "General, I want to tell you something. Don't think I'm trying to instigate you..."
He hesitated, and Jiang Wenjing knew he was waiting for his response. He said sternly, "What are you talking about, Minister Xing? You held me in your arms when I was little. I've always regarded you as my elder."
Xing Maozhi's eyes moved slightly. He obviously didn't expect him to say that. He was stunned for several seconds. After a moment, he reacted and laughed dryly: "Haha, good, good boy, you still remember everything in the past. No wonder you can become a general, you are really talented."
After praising him for a few times, he said seriously, "We'll talk about it later, reminiscing about the past. Did you know that Jiang Zhaorong submitted a petition to His Majesty, requesting that you be stripped of your general title and replaced with Jiang Kang'an?"
Jiang Wenjing suddenly looked up at Xing Maozhi.
Xing Maozhi knew from his expression that he didn't know. He laughed inwardly, but on the surface he looked even sadder than his brother. He patted his shoulder gently and said, "I don't know what your father thinks, but in my opinion, you are much more capable than your elder brother... I'm not trying to stir up trouble. After all, no matter how talented Jiang Kang'an is, he has been lying in bed in his room for two years. How can he have the same spirit as before when it comes to leading troops in battle?"
He looked at Jiang Wenjing who seemed lost in thought and withdrew his hand: "Alright, I'm telling you this just to prepare you mentally so that you don't get too surprised and do something out of the ordinary when the emperor summons you."
After all, he is his own father. Even if he says that he has cut off ties, how can he really cut off ties?
Jiang Zhaorong's move was tantamount to stabbing Jiang Wenjing in the heart.
Xing Maozhi looked at Jiang Wenjing with sympathy in his eyes.
Jiang Wenjing's chest heaved violently, and it took a while for it to calm down. When he spoke again, his voice was slightly dry: "Thank you, Shangshu, for telling me." Xing Maozhi just waved his hand and heard him say, "But I don't know why you told me this, Shangshu?"
Xing Maozhi's heart skipped a beat, knowing that if he didn't answer correctly, all his previous words would be wasted. He thought for a moment and said, "As I just said, Jiang Zhaorong thinks your elder brother is stronger than you, but I'm different. The reason I'm telling you this, besides our past friendship, is more importantly, the war between Tianqi and Mobei is imminent. The general's position cannot be shaken, and the army's morale must not be weakened!"
Jiang Wenjing looked up, his eyes were extremely deep. Xing Maozhi looked straight at him, letting him look at him. It seemed like a century had passed before Xing Maozhi felt Jiang Wenjing's eyes move away from him.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Wenjing bowed his hands and saluted like Xing Maozhi, bowing his body to a ninety-degree angle and not standing up for a long time.
This level is considered passed.
Xing Maozhi reached out to help him, his collar soaked with cold sweat on his back, and he shivered in the cold wind.
"What are you doing? Get up quickly."
Jiang Wenjing stood up straight, his eyes moist. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a commotion ahead.
Xing Mao was startled: "What's wrong? Could it be someone from Mobei?"
Jiang Wenjing frowned slightly, protecting him behind him, and said with his head tilted: "Shangshu, go back to the prison first, and come out when I call you. Remember, you must not come out until you hear my voice."
Xing Maozhi was frightened by what he said. He nodded repeatedly, turned around and walked towards the imperial prison under the protection of the guards.
As soon as he left, all the emotions in Jiang Wenjing's eyes disappeared, leaving only confusion.
Xing Maozhi didn't have much interaction with him, so why would he tell him this?
But now is not the time to think about this. Jiang Wenjing ran towards the commotion with his guards.
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Torre held a spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear pierced through the right shoulder of a guard. He exerted force with his hand, picked up the man with the spear, swung it around, and knocked down a large number of people.
Torre was particularly excited when he saw the blood. He fought more and more aggressively, forgetting his target at all costs. He even hooked his finger provocatively at the guards around him.
The Mobei envoy's face was solemn. He came up to him and said, "Your Highness, our goal is to break out of the prison. There are too many people from Tianqi, so we shouldn't fight too long!"
Torre looked at him impatiently, but finally listened to him and rushed towards the imperial prison waving his spear.
He shot one ball after another while running forward. Suddenly, alarm bells went off in his mind and he dodged around, just in time to avoid a flying kick from Jiang Wenjing.
Seeing Jiang Wenjing, Torre smiled, his eyes emitting a bloodthirsty light: "It's you."
Jiang Wenjing held a long sword in his hand, the blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight: "This is a very important place in the imperial prison. Your Highness is being a bit too presumptuous."
Torre sneered disdainfully: "How dare you? You people of Apocalypse have captured my brother and kidnapped my subordinates. It is only natural for me to come and rescue them!"
He shook the spear in his hand, and the spear made a buzzing sound. Then he paused his feet, and his body jumped into the air as light as a fly. In an instant, he rose several feet high, held the spear with both hands, and smashed it down hard.
Jiang Wenjing did not dodge at all, swung his sword to block, and with a slight flick, he deflected Torre's spear.
He thought about it and learned the moves from memory, then swung the sword lightly and confidently, the sword body humming, and each move pierced Torre's vital points.
Torre exerted force on his feet and flew to create distance between them, but he was in no hurry to attack. Instead, he asked with a hint of doubt in his tone: "Why are you using our Mobei moves?"
Jiang Wenjing's hand holding the sword trembled slightly. He didn't expect that Ji Tong's identity would be confirmed at this time, but there were too many people around, and it was not the time to talk.
"How difficult is that? I'm on the front lines, fighting against you Mobei people, aren't you?"
Jiang Wenjing chuckled, and there was something indescribably carefree and unrestrained in his smile.
There was still confusion in Torre's eyes: "No, this is different."
Jiang Wenjing was shocked and thought that he couldn't let him continue talking. Then he flew up with the sword in his hand. His figure was like a stream of light. In a blink of an eye, he was in front of Torre.
Torre was not to be outdone, and rushed forward with a spear in both hands!
The two weapons clashed, sparks flew, and a huge force knocked Torre and his spear away.
Torre flipped in the air, landed on the ground, and took several steps back before he managed to steady himself. He half-knelt on the ground with his spear stuck in the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood foam.
He wiped his lips, like a trapped beast struggling to its last breath, his eyes bloodshot as he roared at the top of his lungs, "Impossible! You're obviously not good with a sword!"
He is obviously as good at using a spear as I am, and I have just felt his moves. He is really unfamiliar with the use of a sword. How is it possible!
How could he defeat himself like this? !
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