After the death escape, I became the white moonlight of the crazy tyrant

Chapter 207 "Xie Huaichuan, kiss me."

This smile is like a spring breeze, bright and warm.

Xie Lang was unconsciously distracted for a moment.

Then I heard someone shouting next to me.

"It's your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty is back!"

"Then why are we afraid of this bastard? Kill him!"

"rush!"

When Wen Hemian was around, she was able to stabilize the morale of the troops and serve as the backbone of everyone, but she had never led troops into battle. When it came to boosting morale, it would not be as good as if Xie Lang came back in person.

After finally meeting again, the two had a lot to say to each other. Given the current situation, solving the problem of the rebels was more important than solving anything else.

Xie Lang looked extremely serious and simply said two words: "Wait for me."

Wen Hemian nodded.

Since Xie Lang had already returned, there was no need for him to hold on in the front. The army he brought back was unstoppable and killed Xie Yong by surprise.

Although the rebels noticed their arrival at the first moment, the terrain here is the type that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Once they enter, they will be surrounded from behind and cannot retreat, so they can only resist passively.

As Wen Hemian had seen, Xie Yong had basically no martial arts skills and could only flee in panic under the protection of his close associates.

An arrow flew from the air and shot towards his hair crown. He couldn't dodge in time, and his hair immediately fell down in disarray. His face was covered with bruises and black spots, and he looked very embarrassed.

He stared at the emperor on his horse not far away, racking his brains but unable to figure out how could someone who had not been heard from for more than 20 days suddenly appear here at this moment?

Are all those people under you just eating for free?

Such important information was not discovered!

If he had known this, he shouldn't have spent so much time talking to Wen Hemian. He could threaten him after capturing him, but nothing would be possible without him!

"My Lord, please go first!"

"Yes, as long as there is life, there will be no shortage of firewood! The little emperor brought back too many people, and they have muskets in their hands. We can't defeat them!"

The subordinates around him saw the situation clearly earlier than he did. In this dilemma, it is best to retreat first!

Xie Yong certainly didn't want to give up this great opportunity, but he didn't have time to think about it. His subordinates protected him and just ran to the side for two steps when an arrow shot from the rear at his shoulder and pierced into his flesh.

He felt pain and fell forward.

The next moment, two sounds of breaking through the air were heard, and this time the target was his feet. One of the swords was blocked by his subordinates, and the other one pierced into his calf, causing him to fall heavily to the ground.

He turned back with eyes wide open: "Who——"

The young emperor sat on his horse, looking down at him with cold eyes: "It's me."

He held the bow and arrow in his hand, raised his hand, and quickly aligned it with Xie Yong's other foot.

Xie Yong howled, gasped for breath, and fainted.

This war had clearly come to an end. The people led by Xie Yong were undoubtedly at a disadvantage. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Snow began to fall from the sky again. The rebels were scattered or fled. Except for a few close people around him, almost no one cared about Xie Yong's life or death.

Zhou Ting saw the opportunity and shouted, "Put down your weapons. Those who surrender will not be killed!"

A team without morale is like a pile of loose sand. When someone saw Prince Jia fainted on the ground, he felt sad and dropped his weapon and knelt on the ground.

Some people tried to flee on horseback in terror, but the soldiers guarding the periphery showed no mercy to them and chopped them down with their swords. In the entire encirclement, not even a fly could fly out.

The white snow was covered with dirt, and gradually more and more people dropped their weapons, knelt down and surrendered.

The group of subordinates around Prince Jia were trapped in the center and finally fell into despair and knelt on the ground dejectedly.

It also made them experience what it really means when a mantis stalks a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it.

Xie Lang casually glanced at Prince Jia, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and ordered: "Catch him and detain him."

The rest of the battlefield would be cleaned up by someone else. Xie Lang couldn't wait to see the person he wanted to see, so he dismounted and walked quickly towards the main tent.

Wen Hemian had been waiting for him there for a long time.

As the saying goes, one becomes homesick when close to home. Before going in, Xie Lang carefully checked himself, took off his armor, and made sure it was clean before he lifted the curtain and went in.

A pen hit me in the face.

Xie Lang reached out and took it without even raising his eyes.

He looked over and spoke in a panicked tone: "Hanshuang?"

Having not seen each other for a long time, Wen Hemian looked at the person in front of him silently.

He became thinner, but it seemed that it was through this training that his temperament became more stable, and he developed a stern aura, natural majesty, and sharp edge.

After worrying for so long, I suddenly relaxed. I can't tell you how excited I am, but the slightly hot eyes must be able to prove everything.

Wen Hemian closed her eyes, raised her hands and wrapped them around his waist, allowing him to hold her tighter.

Wen Hemian's voice was low and hoarse: "...You are really promising. Do you think it's fun to fake your death and deceive people? Do you know..." how worried she would be.

Before she finished speaking, she was embraced by the young man who came up to her quickly. His strong arms seemed to tremble slightly, and he said with indescribable feelings: "It's my fault, Hanshuang, I missed you so much."

He still smelled of gunpowder, but his embrace was warm. He raised one hand and touched her cheek, his voice hoarse: "You don't know, I miss you so much that I'm almost going crazy."

After a short, dreamlike time together, they separated again, feeling an endless and long sense of emptiness. He woke up in the middle of the night from time to time, always suspecting that he was dreaming.

Only the belief in his heart prevented him from wanting to return to the capital.

"No, I know."

Wen Hemian answered like this.

She slowly raised her eyes and gazed into the young man's eyes. "I was very worried when I received the news. Your Majesty, you don't have to doubt my feelings for you. It may be a little late, but I promised you that I meant it."

Xie Lang was speechless: "...I don't doubt it, I just feel that it's not real."

He had too many dreams, and the feeling of emptiness after waking up every time always made him feel uncomfortable for a long time. People who have walked in the darkness for a long time no longer believed that they could see the dawn.

He had never failed to trust Wen Hemian, but what he didn't trust was himself.

"What's unreal?"

After such a thrilling experience, Wen Hemian couldn't control her fluctuating emotions. It just so happened that she didn't want to control them now: "Is it me? Or is it our feelings?"

Xie Lang's voice was muffled and unusually clumsy: "No..."

Wen Hemian's eyes were calm as he traced his face. Thinking about what had happened in the past few days, he became angry and suddenly became a little impatient.

After a while, she exerted a little force, hooked the young man's neck, and her gentle and cold voice was seductive.

"Forget it. The explanation is not clear enough. I don't want to hear it."

"Xie Huaichuan, kiss me."

Xie Lang stared at her and his breathing suddenly became disordered.