Chapter 345 Should I thank you for not killing me?
Mo Jinchuan pulled the corners of his lips, and his eyes turned cold in an instant.
It was something unfamiliar that Song Yanxi had never seen before.
Wu Jun seemed to have thought of something, his face suddenly turned pale, his lips moved, and he only uttered two words after a long while.
"Feel sorry."
Mo Jinchuan's eyes were full of sarcasm. "It seems that Mr. Wu has an excellent memory."
There was actually a feud between them?
Song Yanxi remained expressionless, taking in all the changes in the two people's expressions.
Considering whether to strike first.
Wu Jun was not only resourceful and talented in deploying troops, but also good at understanding people's hearts. He had followers in Liang State, from high-ranking officials to ordinary people.
Originally, before today, they were planning to persuade the enemy to surrender, hoping to use it for their own benefit.
Now it seems that this method may not work.
If such a genius who is good at planning and strategizing is destined not to be a friend, then we have to get rid of him to prevent him from becoming a serious threat in the future.
Wu Jun sighed softly, lowered his head in shame and said, "The pain that your Highness suffered from a broken leg was indeed caused by my advice."
"Crack!" Song Yanxi suddenly broke the tea bowl in her hand.
He really deserves to die.
Wu Jun caught a glimpse of the uncontrollable murderous intent in her eyes, and secretly thought that the rumors were true.
There is indeed a deep love between Princess Yong'an and Prince Jin.
Feeling the chilling gaze from behind, Wu Jun couldn't help but smile bitterly.
It seems that he came at the wrong time today.
But since he's here, we should at least talk about business. We can't let him come all the way here for nothing.
Wu Jun dusted off his robe and stood up.
He immediately bowed to Mo Jinchuan and said respectfully, "What happened that day was indeed wrong on my part.
But at that time, the prince and I were in the enemy camp. When two armies clash, it is always a fight to the death. If I had fallen into the prince's hands, the prince would surely make the same choice, and would not even show mercy and leave me alive."
Mo Jinchuan ignored him and strode up to Song Yanxi. He looked at the bloody marks on her fingers caused by the porcelain, and his brows were furrowed as if he could pinch a fly to death.
Looking at his distressed eyes, Song Yanxi's heart moved slightly.
"Don't……"
He only had time to say one word to stop him before Mo Jinchuan pulled his injured finger over and put it to his mouth.
Sucking the blood from the wound, he frowned and said in a deep voice, "Why are you so careless?"
Song Yanxi pulled her hand back, only to feel a tingling sensation on her injured fingertips, as if she had been bitten by a poisonous ant, and the itching went deep into her bones.
Looking at the two people being so intimate as if no one was around, Wu Jun wanted to cough lightly to remind them that they were the village chief, but he was afraid that if he made any noise, Mo Jinchuan would think he was too tactless and would want to kill him to silence him.
After all, dead men tell no secrets.
For a moment, he was neither standing nor walking.
Catching a glimpse of him quietly turning away, Song Yanxi asked coldly, "Mr. Wu just said that if the situation were reversed one day, the prince would make the same choice as you?"
Wu Jun's body stiffened slightly, and he could not answer.
Song Yanxi didn't give him the slightest bit of face and said bluntly, "Since Mr. Wu has such a good memory, he must have remembered that three years ago, the Liang army attacked Honggu Manor at night, and ended up being captured by His Royal Highness Prince Jin and his men."
"It is true."
"Then let me ask you, did those 800 captured Liang soldiers return to the Liang army camp intact?"
Song Yanxi did not know the specific content of the negotiations between the two armies.
The issue of returning prisoners of war caused a sensation in Beijing three years ago. Everyone knew about it, from the sixty-year-old man on the street to the three-year-old child who could only sing nursery rhymes.
If the general who made the decision that day was not Mo Jinchuan, but anyone else, the relatives and friends of the fallen soldiers alone would have drowned him with spit.
Precisely because of him, the people believed that his decisions would definitely benefit the country and the people, so even if they secretly hated the people of Liang, they had to endure it.
They also believe that the people they support and admire will only wield the sword to stabilize the country and will never kill innocent people.
He would never do such a thing as using shady means to cause someone to break a leg or become disabled.
You went from being an undefeated god of war admired by everyone to a disabled person who can only leave the bedroom in a wheelchair. Do you still have the nerve to call yourself soft-hearted?
Instead of doing this, it would be better to just kill him directly.
Wu Jun turned around and said with a wry smile, "The princess is upright and honest, and I am ashamed to be inferior to her.
But if Wu hadn't acted like this sinister villain two years ago, His Royal Highness Prince Jin wouldn't be standing here today."
Song Yanxi's eyes were icy. "So, should we thank you for not killing us?"
"I dare not." Sensing her strong murderous intent, Wu Jun explained, "What we left for the prince that day was a deadly situation. The princess is a smart person. She should know that compared to her life, a leg is nothing."
If she didn't have something else to ask him, Song Yanxi really wanted to break his legs, and then ask him the same questions as if it had nothing to do with her.
She wanted to see whether this man really meant what he said and was as open-minded as he said.
"How much do you know about what happened back then?"
"Your Highness, you think too highly of me. I am but a counselor under General Ke."
Song Yanxi reminded coldly: "Mr. Wu had better think carefully before speaking."
He almost said directly that if he was useless, he would kill him.
Wu Jun's expression couldn't help but look ugly, and the look he gave Mo Jinchuan was full of hints.
But the latter seemed not to see it, his eyes were full of the wound on Song Yanxi's hand, and he wished that he was the one with the injured hand.
He couldn't help but cough lightly, trying to remind Mo Jinchuan.
Regardless of whether it’s business or not, they should at least do something behind people’s backs, right?
If this gets out, people who don't know him might think he has some special hobby, which is simply disgraceful.
Mo Jinchuan raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were cold, "Mr. Ruo Wu, if that's all you have to say, please go back."
Upon hearing this, Wu Jun's face changed and he felt wronged.
The injury on Princess Yong'an's hand was not caused by him, but His Royal Highness Prince Jin took his anger out on him for it. It really doesn't make sense.
Thinking about the purpose of this visit, Wu Jun straightened his expression and said, "Your Highness, if you want to get any information out of me, you should at least let me see your sincerity first."
As he spoke, he pulled out an envelope from his sleeve. "The two household registration documents contained here represent Wu's sincere intentions in coming here."
With the household registration documents, the two of them could travel openly within the territory of Liang State, and it would not be difficult for them to leave.
Wu Jun believed that this sincerity was enough.
But when Mo Jinchuan and Song Yanxi heard this, they didn't even give him a spare glance.
That contemptuous look seemed to say, "Are you sending away beggars?"
Wu Jun's smile froze. "My abilities are limited, so I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to fulfill Your Highness's wish."
Mo Jinchuan sat down and drank a sip of tea without even raising his eyelids. "Mr. Wu, why are you being so modest?"
If he was really so incompetent, he would not have been treated as a guest of honor by Ke Shan for several years, and even Emperor Liang would have praised him when he occasionally mentioned him.
I went through so much trouble to bring him here, not just to hear this.
Song Yanxi also picked up the tea bowl and took a sip. The anger in her heart dissipated a lot. She said in a cool tone, "After talking for so long, why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea to moisten your throat, Mr. Wu."
Wu Jun stood there without moving.
He had heard that people who were good at medicine were often good at poisons.
Especially the previous master of the Valley of Divine Doctors, who was rumored to be an unrivaled master of both medicine and poison.
How could she know that her disciple...
Seeing through his thoughts at a glance, Song Yanxi couldn't help but sneer, "If I wanted to take action, Mr. Wu, do you think you can still stand here now?"
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