Chen Zhuo did not disappoint Pan Shu and showed great talent.
Yingdu and Jiangzhou areas were quickly captured by the Yuwei Army led by Chen Zhuo.
Pan Shu stood in front of the city gate.
The cold wind scraped against my face like a knife.
Slight pain.
Jiang Zhan stood behind her with an unclear expression, like a shadow, sometimes bright and sometimes dim. He spoke slowly, "It's very late. How long do you want to wait, Your Highness?"
It was almost a question.
There was only a hint of coldness left in the boy's clear and clean voice.
Pan Shu turned her head to look at him.
It just happened to meet the emotion in his eyes that he hadn't yet retracted.
——Irritability, disgust, hatred, and a strong murderous intent.
Mixed with the feeling of being caught red-handed by Ban Shu.
"Your Highness."
"Huh?" Pan Shu pretended not to notice.
Seeing that Banshu looked normal, Jiang Zhan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Zi Qian is no worse than Chen Zhuo." The young man could always be easily aroused to compare. He watched the word "Chen Zhuo" appear more and more frequently in Ban Shu's mouth, and Jiang Zhan felt more and more sense of crisis.
"Be good, be obedient. Shen Zhuo was seriously injured this time. Don't be jealous of him anymore."
Jiang Zhan's face turned pale. "Your Highness, what do you mean by this?"
Are you saying that he is ignorant?
Your Highness has never been like this before.
But what could he use to compete with Shen Zhuo?
Jiang Zhan was jealous of Chen Zhuo's frequent military achievements on the battlefield and his favor from Pan Shu.
So he lied and volunteered that he could do it too.
In fact, it was just so that his highness could look at him more.
But--
The low-quality lies were completely exposed on the battlefield where swords and spears were merciless.
It's like a bubble of nothingness.
The Yuwei Army was defeated.
Countless casualties.
The poison skills that Jiang Zhan once took pride in were now of no use on the battlefield.
Corpses were scattered everywhere.
That was the first time Jiang Zhan saw a look of disgust on Ban Shu's face.
She asked him, "Why lie when you clearly shouldn't? Don't make things worse."
Jiang Zhan covered his stomach and laughed sadly.
This was the first time that the bright and innocent boy showed such an expression.
Pan Shu didn't blame him.
He was only asked to return the military token to Chen Zhuo.
And Shen Zhuo took over his mess.
In this battle, Shen Zhuo was seriously injured, and a large part of the reason was because of Jiang Zhan.
Obviously tried very hard.
But he seemed to have messed up everything.
The young man lowered his thick long eyelashes lightly, and came back to calm down. His face was pale and miserable, but he had an irrepressible smile on his face.
He won another city.
The people of Yongzhou City are saying...
Mr. Shen and His Highness are truly a perfect match.
A match made in heaven.
What about Jiang Zhan?
It was clearly him who met His Highness first. Why did Shen Zhuo, a latecomer, easily obtain the throne of the legitimate ruler, something he could never even dream of, relying on his family background? And now he wants to snatch His Highness's limited love?
"Shen Zhuo!"
Jiang Zhan lowered his eyes, and the girl hugged Shen Zhuo with a worried look on her face, her eyes red.
His Highness cried.
For another man.
She told him not to cause trouble.
Jiang Zhan is well behaved.
Chen Zhuo was seriously injured. A hideous tear ran from his heart to his lower abdomen. It was very long, with blood and flesh surging, and was only crudely wrapped with gauze.
When tearing off the gauze, it stuck to the skin and flesh, so I had to use boiling water to heat it little by little to remove it.
Shen Zhuo's face had already turned pale.
There was a fine layer of cold sweat on the tip of his nose.
Jiang Zhan crossed his arms and looked at his miserable condition coldly.
An indescribable sense of revengeful joy rose in my heart.
"Jiang Zhan, please go out first." Pan Shu glanced at him and knew that Jiang Zhan was up to something bad again.
The boy curled his lips and agreed meekly.
After the door was closed, Panshu looked at the unconscious Shen Zhuo quietly.
Sigh helplessly.
She gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and smoothed his unconsciously furrowed brows.
"He did it on purpose," the system said slowly. "He could have avoided getting hurt in the beginning. This was just a self-torture tactic."
"I know."
These men.
Each one is more pretentious than the other.
Pan Shu didn't care.
She just pretended not to know.
…
It's winter again.
Zhong Yingying fled to Yongcheng last month in a disgraced state. As soon as she saw Banshu, she hugged her thighs and burst into tears.
He was displaced and suffered a lot along the way.
The originally chubby little girl has lost weight and become much prettier.
"Shushu! Look, what's that in the snow?!" Zhong Yingying rubbed her eyes. "Why does it look like a child?"
Pan Shu was also stunned.
The two men pushed open the tightly closed city gate.
The snow flakes fluttered on people, making them shiver with cold.
Zhong Yingying rubbed her hands, opened the swaddling clothes and took a look. "It's true! I wonder which cruel parents would abandon their child here and not care about him anymore..."
The baby's skin was snow-white, and his two big round eyes blinked at Banshu.
The rosy little mouth smacked and drooled.
“…”
Zhong Yingying smiled and said, "This child really looks a bit like you."
Pan Shu was silent for a long time, then took off the jade pendant from the baby's lotus root-like arm. "Maybe it is true."
"What is the truth?" Zhong Yingying didn't turn around.
Ban Shu said expressionlessly: "My seed."
"Fuck!"
Zhong Yingying's jaw dropped. "When the hell did you give birth?"
Banshu took out another letter from the swaddling clothes.
The handwriting is sloppy but vigorous.
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