He forked the sashimi and dipped it in wasabi, then frowned slightly, and finally relaxed, "These things look weird, but they taste good. Maybe I'll get used to them!"

Shui Yao raised her eyes to look at him and whispered, "Tian Wen, tell me, why did you do this?"

Tianwen raised his eyes and chuckled, "I said, I'm curious about your world!"

"Why are you curious? I like Yue Nanchen. There's no need for you to try so hard to adapt!"

Tianwen was silent. Finally, he finished all the sashimi on the plate, wiped the corners of his lips elegantly and said, "I'm leaving now, to Micheng. Take care!"

Shui Yao watched him leave silently.

Why did he try so hard to adapt? He obviously didn't eat meat, but he tried hard to finish a plate of sashimi. He could be a high and mighty king, why was he willing to run to her and be a little follower? Why?

Tianwen, oh Tianwen, do you know that I have nothing left to give you!

In the Fengwu Palace in the Kingdom of Miro, A Luo stretched out his arms and touched everything in the palace.

Nan Han was taken away, and he suddenly found that he missed her like crazy, missed her indifferent eyes, missed her gentle words, and missed every word she said.

It was only at this time that A Luo realized that Nan Han’s role in his life was not just a comforter. He didn’t know since when, she had slowly walked into his scarred heart!

"Your Majesty..." Leng Jiu spoke cautiously, "Your Majesty will lead the army tomorrow, why don't you take a good rest!"

A Luo suddenly curled his lips and smiled, turned his eyes to look at Leng Jiu, "Leng Jiu, you said, the queen's injury

Is it really okay? "

Leng Jiu was stunned, not understanding why A Luo asked him this, but he still thought about it carefully, "Your Majesty, the Queen was taken away by Miss Lan, and the Queen's brother is also here, they will not let anything happen to the Queen!"

A Luo nodded, as if he believed Leng Jiu's words, "I'm glad you're okay!" He tightly grasped a piece of Nan Han's clothes and whispered, "Nan Han, you told me that you only have Nan Yue, but now, I have to be hostile to Nan Yue..."

Leng Jiu felt a little bit reluctant and was about to say something when he saw A Luo suddenly stand up, look back, and walk out with an unprecedented determination in his eyes.

Outside Fengwu Palace, it was foggy and rainy. On one side of the palace, Xiangze was standing quietly, wearing a long-lost red trouser suit, with his black hair braided into countless small braids, and colorful silver bells hanging on the braids.

A Luo hooked his lips towards her, strode over, stretched out his arm lovingly, and gently stroked her hair, "Xiangze, my brother is leaving, don't you want to say something to him?"

Xiangze raised his eyes, and his brown eyes, like A Luo's, were slightly worried. "Are we really going to go to war? Even Giant Clam and Louxi are no match for Nanyue. Brother, can Miluo really defeat Nanyue?"

A Luo's fingers stroking her hair froze, and he smiled, "It's not up to my brother now!"

Xiangze suddenly reached out and grabbed him, "No, brother, you can change this war. We both know what they want, don't we? Why must we go to war?"

A Luo's eyes darkened. "You want me to lose without a fight? Like Giant Clam and Lou Xi, I will surrender to Nanyue? In your heart, Miro Kingdom is the most powerful country in the world.

Is it so vulnerable in your heart?

You didn't even try, but you surrendered to them? And you know what? Now it's not just Nanyue, there's also that Green Orphan. Even if Nanyue surrenders, war is still inevitable! Because the war has already begun!"

"Royal brother, but..." Xiangze suddenly recalled the words she heard that night. She didn't know what her mother would do, but Miro was her country and her hometown. She couldn't bear to see it become a ruin and the people suffer!

"Okay, there is no need to say more. I am no worse than the King of Yongnan. It's just that Nanyue has always been warlike, and I just gave the King of Yongnan a chance to show himself. Now, I have also waited for this opportunity!" A Luo said coldly, turned around, and strode away.

Xiangze's eyes darkened, and he chased after him. He suddenly knelt on his knees in front of A Luo, performing the etiquette that only warriors of Miro would perform. "Your Majesty, in this case, let Xiangze go with you to defend our country together!"

Ah Luo was startled, looking at Xiangze who was kneeling with her hands on the ground, and suddenly stepped forward to help her up, "Okay, from now on, you are my vanguard, and we will go to the battlefield together!"

Xiangze looked up at A Luo and nodded firmly.

Wearing a silver armor, his handsome features shrouded in coldness, his right hand resting on the hilt of the sword at one side. Luo stood on the top of the city wall, looking at the dark masses of soldiers below the city.

These are the soldiers of his Miro country. They have rested for too long, their swords have become rusty and they are tired. Now, he must take them out for a walk!

"Listen, soldiers below the city. My country of Miro has been peaceful for hundreds of years. I know you

We don't want to start a war, we don't want war, but now the enemy has come to our door, do you still want to be cowards?" Luo's voice, through the inner force, was clearly transmitted to the ears of every soldier.

There was silence at first, but finally a soldier shouted, "We are not cowards, we will defend the Kingdom of Miro to the death!" Then, a deafening and majestic shout resounded through the sky - "We are not cowards, we will defend the Kingdom of Miro to the death!"

A Luo's eyes suddenly became moist, for the soldiers who followed him and for the country of Miro that was about to be engulfed in war. However, since history had given him this mission, he must go on. Family feuds and national hatreds are irreconcilable!

In a quiet Buddhist temple in the backyard of the imperial palace, this was a place that Ji Xiang used to visit often. However, ever since she could no longer calm down, she seldom set foot here. Now, this place has become a place for Mi Zun to practice meditation.

Waves of shouting penetrated into the Buddhist temple through the gloomy sky.

Mi Zun quietly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of calm and vicissitudes eyes. He slowly stood up, stood in front of the window, looked out, and whispered to Long Wu behind him, "Leng San, is that A Luo?"

Leng San nodded, "Yes, the emperor has already assembled his troops and is heading towards Moming City. The emperor will definitely recapture Moming City!

Mi Zun lowered his eyes dimly. Compared with Long Wu's optimism and determination, Mi Zun was a little silent. He knew that this day would come sooner or later. The soldiers of Miro Kingdom had been idle for too long. If they continued like this, they would perish sooner or later!

Regardless of whether the outcome of this war is a win or a loss, at least the Miro Kingdom is now full of vitality. At least, the Miro Kingdom has taken this step. Otherwise, it will never

It is far from being a country that relies on marriage to maintain peace!

It's just a pity for the child A Luo. In fact, he knew that A Luo was not an ambitious person. If it weren't for the matter between Shui'er and Liu Yirou, perhaps he would still be the quiet A Luo and would be a good king for a peaceful country!

"Leng San, help me out. I want to see off the good men of my Miro country!" Mi Zun turned around and said firmly.

"Yes!" Leng San hurried forward, stretched out his hands respectfully, supported Mi Zun, and the two strode out of the Buddhist hall.

Under the palace gate, A Luo sat high on a white warhorse and slowly put on the silver helmet with a red cherry on top. Behind him, Xiang Ze was wearing a dazzling red armor and sitting on a group of maroon horses, looking at A Luo with firm eyes.

"Your Majesty, it's the Emperor Emeritus!" Suddenly, Leng Jiu rode over and whispered.

A Luo and Xiang Ze were both startled, then quickly looked back. On top of the towering palace gate, the slightly old Mi Zun was vigorously waving the word "Mi" written in regular script, and the fluttering red flag was flying in the wind.

"Father, don't worry, we will not let you down!"

Mi Zun kept waving the scarlet flag until the team went away...

The huge army marched towards the Moming City. A man in full armor rode his horse in the front with an expressionless face. His entire armor glowed brightly under the morning light.

"Brother!" A bright red figure came up from behind and ran side by side with him, "Are you nervous?"

The man turned his eyes and glanced at her. Was he nervous? No, he was not nervous. He had imagined this day countless times. Instead of living in such pain, it would be better to have a great battle!