You rascal, stop right there!

After this unconventional engagement, both of them felt a little awkward the whole night.

Chen Xingyi really couldn't understand why the jade-faced gentleman Qi Tu would fall for a man with a dark hair.

But the decision has been made, and a real man cannot be so pretentious about such things.

What's more, Luo Wenqi is also a martial arts painter with a strong physique who can knock people down with just a raised index finger.

For a moment, I didn't even know what to say.

In short, the so-called "Duanxiu" is not so natural.

The bonfire burned very quickly and smoke billowed out.

Chen Xingyi moved Luo Wenqi's injured area to the side to ensure that he would not be smoked or burned by the fire.

Although he didn't say a word of admiration, his actions were very honest.

Luo Wenqi deliberately found a comfortable place to lie down, looking at the person opposite him whose skin turned black and red under the firelight.

The sparkle in his eyes...

His face is full of smiles, which makes people think a lot.

I'm afraid he has even thought about how to hold the wedding banquet, how to address each other, and even how to have sex.

Chen Xingyi shot a sharp look over, and the person opposite stopped looking and smiled shamelessly.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Someone coughed lightly.

"Boss, the people of Xuanli are fleeing now, and even this charity cemetery is no longer a place to stay. We need to think carefully before leaving the city."

Chen Xingyi had no choice but to find ways to change the subject.

Finally, everyone calmed down.

Looking up, there were at least a dozen people in the charity cemetery, burning bonfires to avoid the rain and escape the disaster, both men and women.

A simple charity cemetery and a group of foreigners.

They all seem to be innocent people... but they are against their own motherland!

Bai Wan tried to step forward, and the Xuanli common people around him raised their eyes slightly and looked him up and down warily.

These people don't understand calligraphy and painting, and they don't know any painting saints.

Seeing the person on the other side holding onto his bag tightly, he thought of him as a villain who might be harmful to him.

wry smile……

Guo Yuanmin carefully put down the small scissors and white cloth he had borrowed from a little girl.

The old woman next to him immediately snatched the things away and turned around to scold the child.

"How could you lend these to someone else? What if it's a bad person?"

The little girl started crying...

……

The night passed.

The Lingyu Army, which had massacred Xuanli in the Battle of Yechangling, rushed to Xingling City, and the reinforcements from Daqing also headed north.

Xingling was surrounded by tens of thousands of troops, and the war clouds were getting thicker.

The sound of horses' hooves could be heard from the earth, and as far as the eye could see, the sky was filled with yellow sand.

The allied forces of Lingyu and Daqing seemed to be covered in black snow, rumbling and rolling.

Seeing this, the city's defending general, Wan Yan, shouted, "Archers and catapults, get ready! Quick!"

Back then, how he surrounded and occupied the capital of Daying, and how the two countries' coalition forces are now repeating history.

The cavalry was lined up in groups, and the sound of their horses' hooves shook the sky.

General Pan Ying of Yanzhou led 10,000 soldiers and horses to watch Lingyu's army and its 40,000 reinforcements besiege the city.

Pan Ying looked at the people of Xingling City angrily as if he was watching a play, his eyes seemed to be quenched with fire.

"Brother Zichen, how many people do you think should be massacred? 900,000 or 600,000?"

He didn't know when a man in blue appeared beside him, looking sad and distant.

Ling Shumo watched the coalition forces approaching the city from afar.

The soldiers under the city rose up to attack the city with great courage and determination.

The collision of national hatred and family feuds, even a small scratch at this time would probably lead to the annihilation of the entire army!

"Brother An Wan, Ling is not your staff member. You shouldn't ask me these questions."

Suddenly, Pan Ying's voice stopped abruptly!

He looked carefully at those vulnerable, cowardly Xuanli soldiers who dared not kill, with a cold look in his eyes.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! I said I would help you find and rescue Han Miaoran and his group after we capture the city. I won't break my promise! But..."

He suddenly sneered.

"We know Han Miaoran, but Ling Yujun may not. By then..."

A painter turned Xingling City upside down with a picture of "Hell".

His unique talent in painting is so well-known that he inspires awe.

He has influenced the world so much over the years that it is impossible for him to die, even if it is just for his influence.

But ideas are just ideas, what about reality?

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ling Shumo spurring his horse and riding straight to the allied camp.

On the Lingyu Army side.

The siege formation was solid, neither hurried nor slow, as if they were going to slowly torture Xingling City to death.

However, Xingling is a century-old city wall after all, and it would not be easy to attack it no matter what.

General Mu Hua looked at the city defenses on the map and felt that they were easy to defend but difficult to attack, so he gritted his teeth.

Coincidentally, the guard came to report at this time.

"General, someone from the Daqing Alliance wants to see you."

Mu Hua raised his eyebrows: "Who?!"

"He...he said his last name was Ling!"

"Ling?" Shi Yaqing, the Lingyu appeasement envoy standing nearby, was startled. "Ling Shumo, who once commanded the Dingzhou army and never suffered a defeat?"

The soldier was confused: "No... I don't know if it is..."

"Please let them in first!"

The man immediately came down, jumped up, and hurried into the tent.

Their eyes met in the tent and they recognized each other immediately.

"It really is Brother Ling?!"

"General Muhua, the pacification envoy!"

Ling Shumo bowed.

Shi Yaqing saw that the man was anxious and asked, "I wonder why the Daqing Alliance sent you here at this time?"

Although Ling Shumo resigned from his official position and retired, anyone with a discerning eye could guess that he was afraid that Emperor Qing would abandon him and was trying to protect himself.

When it comes to marching and fighting, Lord Ling, who once served in military affairs, is no worse than a military general.

"This is the Eight Diagrams Wind God Formation I created for Xingling City. If we deploy our troops according to this, the city will be captured in no time."

Ling Shumo took out a long scroll, unfolded the map, and flicked it with his finger.

The formation is exquisite and astonishing.

Shi Yaqing was surprised: "Since this formation exists, why didn't the Qing army use it and instead gave it to Xuanli?"

General Mu Hua, after all, understood the heart of a general better: "I'm afraid General Pan knows that he doesn't have enough troops to execute this formation, and the Daqing reinforcements haven't adapted to the northern climate."

"That's indeed my intention. But..." Ling Shumo responded with a smile, behaving like a gentleman.

He took out a few other drawings and vaguely saw portraits of several people.

"These people are Ling's closest friends and relatives, and they are from Daqing. They are all in Xingling City right now. General Muhua, please do not harm them!"

Now, Shi Yaqing and Mu Hua finally understood.

He was afraid that they would be so cruel and brutal due to national hatred that they would indiscriminately massacre people during the siege and hurt others.

Shi Yaqing smiled faintly: "Brother Ling, whether Lingyu massacres the city or not is not for us to decide. It depends on the order of His Majesty!"

Ling Shumo's dark eyes were full of understanding: "There is a flaw in this formation. If I hadn't personally pointed out that single loophole..."

"Are you threatening us?"

General Mu Hua felt a rare chill in his heart.

He used courtesy before force, worthy of being the Minister of Rites who was once in charge of diplomacy.

Ling Shumo suddenly raised his voice: "I dare not. Ling only asks that on the day the city is taken, you do not touch a hair of my relatives and loved ones!"

He pointed to the portrait, and the handsome man in the middle was clearly and meticulously depicted.

"After all, we are allies, sharing the same hatred and a common enemy. There's no reason for us to be enemies, right?"

What a gentle man he is! How come he speaks these words so forcefully and with such finality?

Dearest relative? Dearest love, right?

Only Shi Yaqing immediately guessed who this person was referring to, and smiled silently.

With such an incestuous look and tone, it's not like he's talking about relatives or friends.

Although I think it is really absurd, but if it is Han Miaoran, it seems really true...

"Brother Ling, if Han Miaoran was in Xingling City right now, even if you didn't mention this matter, we at Lingyu wouldn't touch him."

Shi Yaqing admired the talents and character of the two men, and whether they were gay or not had nothing to do with him.

Anyway, talent will not disappear just because of homosexuality.