The news suddenly came from Wei Guo. Sima Jing looked at the contents of the letter with a wrung eyebrow. His face became more and more dignified. It was the people his father and Emperor had used. He couldn't give much trust.
Compared with loyal people, Sima Jingxuan prefers mercenary villains.
Because the advantage can be lured, he can master this person. Sima Jingxuan hates that things are not under his control.
Everyone with a clear eye knows that this is just a means of planting and framing. Sima Jingxuan doesn't believe a word of the above content.
But after all, this Chi LAN is really not his person.
"Ziqi," Sima Jingxuan called subconsciously, but no one answered.
Sima Jingxuan was used to her waiting on the other side, and suddenly there was no figure, but he felt that he was missing something.
So Sima Jingxuan found that Mencius rarely came to his camp these days.
"What's wrong?" Sima Jingxuan murmured to himself.
Thinking for a moment, Sima Jingxuan suddenly got up and walked outside the camp tent, but just went out, Sima Jingxuan felt something wrong: "she's just a dead man. What am I so worried about her?"
worry? Sima Jingxuan was stunned. He immediately laughed at himself. How long has he not worried about a person.
Most people regard him as a poisonous snake and beast. He is a prisoner who kills his father. He is so cruel and cruel. How can he worry about the safety of others.
But finally Sima Jingxuan called someone to ask, "where is Mencius period?"
The man replied respectfully, "Miss Meng is in her camp, and she seems to..."
His desire to speak stopped Sima Jingxuan's face suddenly cold: "and what?"
"My subordinates also heard what others said. Miss Meng seems to have been hurt, but my subordinates haven't seen it. I don't know if it's serious."
The man secretly glanced at Sima Jing and saw his face getting darker and darker. He hurried to remedy: "don't worry, Emperor. Miss Meng should be fine."
It's not good. Sima Jingxuan's face is even worse.
"Emperor, Emperor..." the man opened tentatively. He wondered if he had said something wrong.
God, we all know that their emperor is moody. He won't crack himself when he is unhappy.
But Sima Jing didn't say anything. He just raised his feet and left.
As soon as he left, the soldier questioned slowly relaxed. At the moment, his back had been wet with cold sweat.
This can't blame him. The key is that Sima Jingxuan suddenly pulled down his face. It's really frightening.
The chill from the bottom of my heart seems to be in the eighteen layers of hell, with an unspeakable feeling.
Although Nangong Yan didn't exert all his strength, it was enough for Mencius to suffer for a while.
She wanted to get out of bed, but her strength seemed to be drained. As soon as her legs were soft, she saw that people were about to fall to the ground, but she was firmly caught.
Sima Jing hung in and saw her like this. Fortunately, he moved fast enough. He grabbed people horizontally and scolded, "lie down for me when you're hurt! What's running around?"
Mencius Qi's expression looked a little surprised. She obviously didn't think Sima Jingxuan would come to her camp.
"Master." Mencius, with his mouth open, still shouted a familiar title and did not call him the emperor again.
Sima Jing put the man back on the couch with a black face, and looked at her condescending, "when did you get hurt?"
Mencius dared not look at him and whispered back, "the day I came back with my mother."
Sima Jing hung his eyes violently and suddenly said, "did Nangong Yan hurt you?"
Mencius nodded: "it's all subordinates. It's useless."
"Where is the injury?" Sima Jing took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, as if only in this way could he calm down the wanton killing in his body.
Mencius Qi suddenly looked up at him. His eyes were as cold as ever, but she seemed to hear a trace of concern. Was it her illusion?
Seeing that she didn't speak, Sima Jingxuan had lost his patience: "I'm asking you!"
Mencius was yelled at by him and suddenly came back: "shoulder, shoulder."
After speaking, Sima Jingxuan pulled away her skirt impolitely, and her behavior was so righteous and deserved.
Around is that they have already had a close relationship, but Sima Jingxuan's action still made Mencius blush and heat.
The sight touched a large bruise on her shoulder, which was more prominent on her white and tender skin.
I don't know what's going on, Sima Jingxuan suddenly felt more unhappy in his heart.
Good. Nangongyan, that bastard, dares to hurt the people around him!
So Sima Jingxuan silently wrote down a sum of money for the dead enemy in his heart. Sooner or later, he will ask Nangong Yan for it with interest.
"Have you taken the medicine?" even Sima Jingxuan didn't find it. When he spoke to Mencius, he would unconsciously lower his voice, and there was still a little concern in it.
Mencius said, "well," master, don't worry. His subordinates will be all right soon. "
At the moment, her skirt is half open, and she has a different kind of charming style. People who are vicious in front of others but look good in front of themselves are more gentle in Sima Jing's eyes.
Mencius Qi felt his burning eyes and knew what he was thinking. Although he was hurt at the moment, if he wanted to do anything, he would try to cooperate with him.
At the next moment, Sima Jingxuan suddenly arranged the skirt for her, and his breathing voice was a little heavy: "take good care of your injury, I won't touch you."
At that time, Mencius Qi's heart jumped fiercely. He had waited for this moment for many, many years. Even if she was allowed to die now, she could die in peace.
When finishing these actions, Sima Jingxuan found something wrong. No matter what, she was just a dead man of her own. She shouldn't and shouldn't care about her like this.
It's a joke. When will he consider caring about other people's feelings.
Even if he wanted to, the person he thought was not rare at all.
Thinking of this, Sima Jingxuan's eyes became colder and colder. He stood up and said, "just keep it well these days. Other things will wait until you are well hurt."
"Thank you for your concern. My subordinates must recover well."
Sima Jing hung cold and snorted: "if you are hurt like this, it will only damage my affairs. I don't need useless people around me."
His words once again put Mencius into Purgatory. Indeed, she was amorous. For a moment, she thought that the Lord really cared about her.
She endured the bitterness in her heart and recovered her normal appearance: "my subordinates know."
Out of the camp, Sima Jing hung his face with a cruel smile. He knew exactly what Mencius was thinking, so he did it on purpose.
But it was just a dead man. He gave her some love and wanted more. The people were really greedy.
Sima Jingxuan thought cruelly, in that case, you'd better suffer with me.
Sima Jingxuan has always been like this. Torturing others is also one of his pleasures.
Even to her, Sima Jingxuan felt an unspeakable tingling in his heart, but the feeling was so small that it could be ignored.