Jiang Shisan is going to kill someone again at night...
But this was a trap. The Northwest Army surrounded Jiang Shisan.
When Song Niannian arrived, his sword was stained with the blood of the Northwest Army, and he was staring at Song Niannian in the crowd with bloodshot eyes. He was staring at everyone.
"Song Niannian..." Jiang Shisan's lips were sweet and he gripped his sword tightly. "Why don't you come with me?"
"Your Highness, I can't leave." We've already come this far, why should we retreat?
She has given so much, how could he not see it?
Song Niannian, dressed in men's clothes, looks cool and heroic.
Separated by blood, fire, and barriers... She could compromise once, and he could act like an ostrich and act like a spoiled child... He could kill anyone for her...
But the only thing he wanted was her, why couldn't it be simple? She wanted the whole world, if he hadn't left the capital, would everything have been fine?
Song Niannian, "Don't do that! This is the Thirteenth Prince!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the soldiers surrounded her, pointing their spears at Jiang Shisan.
Just force but don't kill.
There was a sound of wind breaking through the air in the crowd, and the arrow shot towards Jiang Shisan. He was caught off guard and was hit directly in the left shoulder. The arrow penetrated deep into the bone. The pain made his face pale and he staggered two steps.
"Qin He!"
In the crowd, a handsome and tall deputy general dressed in armor walked towards him.
He stopped beside Song Niannian with a bow and arrow.
"Nian Nian." Qin He, "When it's time to make a decision, make it!"
As he spoke, he shot another arrow, which went straight towards Jiang Shisan. Song Niannian raised his sword and pressed it against Qin He's throat.
Blood oozed out from Jiang Shisan's thin lips.
Jiang Shisan looked at Song Niannian deeply.
Turn around and fly out.
In this military camp, he was going crazy all the time, but looking at Fu Baoer, he thought that he had to believe in her, believe in her... believe...
But Qin He, the look in his eyes when he looked at her was not innocent!
Song Niannian looked at him, "Thirteen, come back and help me take good care of Fu Baoer."
"Heh." Jiang Shisan laughed sarcastically, wiping the blood from his lips. He was shot by two arrows, but he didn't feel any pain when he breathed. He only felt...
In hell.
The sword flashed and collided fiercely with Qin He's feather arrow. The powerful internal force directly and coldly cut off Qin He's sword-holding hand.
The owner of the Killer Building and the head of the Prison Department.
Jiang Shisan spat out another mouthful of blood.
Jiang Shisan is invincible and unbeatable!
"Mrs. Pei, sister, hehe, next time, we'll fight to the death!"
Jiang Shisan wants to leave and no one can stop him.
The black-masked men from the Killer Building arrived, dropping smoke...
"No need to chase."
The crowd was noisy and the soldiers hurriedly sent Qin He to the tent.
But Song Niannian paused.
In fact, it is possible to keep him. All you have to do is break his wings, destroy his martial arts, and use the muscle softening powder to imprison him by her side, turning him from an eagle into a canary.
Martial arts have no chance of winning against political schemes and sincere love.
But Song Niannian couldn't bear to do it.
Jiang Shisan left the place, leaving it empty... It was also at this time that Song Niannian was in a trance. She had never seen Jiang Shisan leave first. The boy was lonely and cold, lacking love, and liked to stick to her, very...
Love her.
.
Qin He's severed hand could not be reattached, so Song Niannian stayed with him until midnight.
Back in the tent, Fu Baoer was sitting alone. He was very small but very well-behaved. He looked at Song Niannian with his peach blossom eyes, which were both bright and dark.
"Mother, where's father?"
Song Niannian stroked his head, her fingers pausing slightly.
"Dad, he went to a very far place."
"What do you mean by very far away? They say that's just a lie for children. Mother, was Daddy... killed?"
"No, it's..." Song Niannian was unable to answer.
Looking at Fu Baoer's little face, she could only hold his little body tightly in her arms.
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