Qin Muyu held the reins and approached slowly, looking down at the man beside the cliff:
"What do you want to talk about this time?"
King Yin beckoned, "Come here."
"Stand there and talk."
"We are the only ones here, are you afraid that I will plot against you?"
"That's hard to say." Qin Muyu sat on the horse's back, looking at him coldly, "No matter what you want to talk about, I'm going to keep this in mind. Nanjiang is my choice!"
King Yin raised his thin lips slightly, and a low, muffled laugh escaped from his chest.
In the past, many people boasted in front of him.
Arrogant, domineering, unruly...but the grass on those people's graves is still three meters high.
Only this person, he had no intention to kill.
"I just wanted to ask you where you plan to attack next so I can prepare early."
Qin Muyu's face turned cold.
The sneak attack is a military secret, how could he be told? Moreover, he said it with a smiling tone... He didn't take him seriously at all!
Damn it!
"I will definitely take back Southern Xinjiang! King Yin, just wait and see!"
"Yes, I know Young General Qin's determination very well. I am afraid and extremely terrified. That's why I came to ask a few questions so that I can be mentally prepared."
"you!"
How could he look frightened when he had a smiling face?
It's clearly a joke on him!
Qin Muyu tightened his grip, pulled out the sword beside the saddle and threw it over.
King Yin turned sideways sharply, raised his hand, and firmly grasped the sword, holding the hilt. "Look at you, you can't even take a joke."
If there is a disagreement, there will be violence.
"Who is kidding you!"
"I came to look for you because I was stationed in the southern border and was bored. The people below were stupid, so I came to talk to you and have a drink."
"you!"
This time he was speaking from the heart.
His focus has never been on southern Xinjiang.
Being stationed in southern Xinjiang is just a feint to the east and attack in the west.
Yesterday, a spy reported that the king had found the prince who had been exiled to the people and was ready to give up Tuoba Mingyue completely.
That prince...was arranged by him.
Tuoba Mingyue has lost all hope. He is just waiting to exhaust her to death so that he can lead his army back to the capital and seize power.
As for Southern Xinjiang, he didn't take it seriously at all.
So what if I hand it over to Young General Qin?
"As a grown man, why are you being so shy?"
How could Qin Muyu be shy? He just didn't want to pay attention to him.
He glanced at him for a moment, but since he was already here, he just got off the horse.
The King of Yin took off the wine jug hanging on his horse, bit open the sieve, took a sip, and handed it to him.
Qin Muyu doesn't want it.
Looking at the cliff in front of me, the river at the bottom of the cliff, the sunset in the distance, the vast and majestic scenery of rivers and mountains, the cool breeze at dusk makes my mind open and my whole body feel exceptionally comfortable.
"What a peaceful sunset."
King Yin stood aside and said: "The kingship changes from generation to generation, but the country remains unchanged for thousands of years. What do you think is the purpose of human life?"
Qin Muyu turned his head to look at him.
Back then in the capital of the Southern Barbarian Kingdom, the two had had a brief encounter for a few days.
During those days, although King Yin detained him, he did not harm him and helped him avoid Tuoba Mingyue's pursuit.
Although they are not enemies, they are not friends either. Their respective stances on their country and family make them destined to stand on opposite sides.
"To die."
King Yin: “Hmm?”
"In the end, everyone will die. Those who cause harm should die earlier!" There was a flash of hatred in his eyes.
King Yin glanced at him:
"You are definitely not referring to me, the King."
He has someone he wants to kill.
Qin Muyu didn't say much. He stood for a moment and turned to leave. "If there is nothing else, today's negotiations end here."
"What's the hurry?"
King Yin took a sip of wine, and his sharp eagle-like eyes caught the slight movement in the small forest over there, "Look what interesting things I found."
He stamped his toes on the ground, kicking up a piece of gravel.
call out!
"ah--"
Behind the small tree trunk, a slender figure suddenly appeared.
"Sangsang?"
"Brother Muyu, I came here to catch rabbits. I didn't know you were here."
Nie Sang rolled up his sleeves, wrapped himself in a small cloak, with mud on his face. He looked clean and neat without any affectation. Although he was young, he looked very cool with the rabbit ears in one hand.
Qin Muyu tilted his head, "You like rabbits?"
Nie Sang came over and nodded, "Yes! Let's grill it tonight!"
"..."
King Yin laughed and stared at her thoughtfully with his eagle eyes: "Are you the one who stabbed my waist that day?"
Nie Sang smelled an extremely dangerous and low breath, frowned, and subconsciously took two steps to hide behind Qin Muyu.
I wanted to grab his sleeve, but he dodged it calmly.
When King Yin saw this, the smile in his eyes deepened:
"This woman has thorns?"
Qin Muyu said coldly: "What does it have to do with you?"
"This little girl's eyes are almost growing on you, and you are indifferent?"
"Isn't King Yin worrying too much?"
"I am just very curious."
Such a delicate little girl wanted to hide behind him, but he avoided her as if she were a ferocious beast.
King Yin stared at his cold and hard profile and suddenly said:
"You don't like women?"
Qin Muyu's breathing became heavy.
"You like men?"
"You!" He turned sideways and was about to glare at King Yin, but King Yin was faster. He grabbed his arm and used his internal force to push him, causing him to stagger several steps back.
"Muyu-nii-nii!"
Nie Sang hurriedly reached out to help him.
Out of physical instinct, when he was about to fall, Qin Muyu subconsciously grabbed what he could grab at hand... a piece of soft and tender arm like a lotus root!
When the warm body temperature entered his palm, Qin Muyu's face suddenly changed.
So soft and tender, but what comes to mind is the dim room, thick makeup, and countless wandering hands...
Breathing becomes tight.
His pupils were dilated, he began to breathe rapidly, and he felt as if he was facing a great enemy.
Nie Sang panicked: "Brother Mu Yu, what's wrong with you? You...what's wrong with you!"
King Yin frowned slightly, pressed his hand on his shoulder, turned him around, and poured the wine jug in his hand into his mouth.
The spicy drink went down my throat.
“Ahem! Ahem!”
Qin Muyu pushed him away, took a few steps back, and coughed continuously.
"Hahaha!" King Yin raised his head and took a sip of liquor. "It was just a touch of the hand. I thought this woman was so hot. General Qin, you are so lucky!"
“Ahem!”
Qin Muyu bent over and coughed continuously, his face turning red from choking.
Nie Sang was extremely worried and kept patting him on the back and chest, "Brother Mu Yu, are you okay? Don't scare me!"
However, at this moment, Qin Muyu's head was buzzing and blank. He choked more than ten times before he felt a little better.
Nie Sang was already close to him, but he did not resist pushing her away as expected.
He wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, slowly raised his head and looked at King Yin who was standing beside the cliff and drinking.
The man's red robe was whistling in the cold wind from the cliff, his black hair was flying, and the afterglow of the setting sun stretched his figure very long. His side face was sprinkled with a layer of golden light, outlining his straight nose, deep eye sockets, and slightly upturned eyes, showing his flamboyance.
It was him who pushed him away.
But he suddenly felt a little strange.
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