First-rank palace maid Su Jixiang

The armor was indeed heavy. Wei Ling originally wanted to send Su Jixiang here, then explain his plan to her and leave.

He thought that Su Jixiang might cry when he explained the situation to her, but he didn't expect that before he even opened his mouth, Su Jixiang had already guessed his thoughts and readily agreed.

This made Wei Ling, who seemed calm on the surface, feel relieved. He was really not good at dealing with women's tears and crying. These things were too far away from his memory.

The soft feeling of fur came from his bare feet, and he couldn't help but lower his eyes to look at the shoes on his feet.

Judging from the workmanship of the shoes, it must not be Su Jixiang's work. He has seen her workmanship and can describe it as horrible. But this style is probably her work, very warm, practical and especially comfortable.

Wei Ling slowly took off his armor and threw it on the ground.

The armor was heavy, and when it landed on the ground it made a dull sound like metal hitting the ground.

Wei Ling moved his arms and shoulders slightly, and walked around the room in the slippers. His feet gradually felt warm, and even the coldness and pain in his bones were dispelled a lot.

His body, he knew, was already at the end of its strength.

The deliberate strangulation by the imperial court in previous years, the exhaustion and torture after entering the Mangshan Mine, coupled with the desperate fighting in recent years and various injuries, some of which have penetrated deep into his internal organs, made him like an oil lamp that has been burned to the end. When the oil runs out, the lamp will go out.

Wei Ling didn't know how long he had left to live. His cold attacks were getting more severe and more frequent.

This is one of the reasons why he could not harm Su Jixiang.

Except when I met Su Jixiang in Dongdu, she was like a strong grass growing in the cracks of the wall. Even in a harsh environment, it could not conceal her vigorous vitality. When I saw her again, she was gentle but resilient, just like she was back then. If such a woman were free, she would survive well in such a chaotic world.

Wei Ling lowered his eyes and looked at his hands.

He was both familiar and unfamiliar with these hands. In the past, the slender and fair hands of Wei Ling, the prince of Dongdu, were so fertile that he would want the most expensive zither in the world to play it. But the hands of Wei Ling now were weathered, with the knuckles slightly deformed, his palms no longer soft but thick, with calluses on the palms. Even Wei Ling himself felt his hands were rough when he touched them.

Another reason why he could not harm Su Jixiang was that the current Emperor Longchang was very afraid of him. He wrote to the emperor several times requesting to personally pursue the fleeing Emperor Jing, but was rejected by Emperor Longchang every time.

He and Emperor Jing had a blood feud, and he was the best candidate to pursue the remnants of Emperor Jing. However, Emperor Longchang was not confident that he could go because he was afraid that others would use his hatred for Emperor Jing to control him.

Everyone knows that Wei Ling of the Black Tiger Army fights without regard for his life.

He is an excellent sword!

Such a knife cannot be placed too close, nor can it be left idle, so this is one of the real reasons why his Black Tiger Army returned to Mangcheng.

So how will Emperor Longchang control him next?

Mangcheng has not had a governor since he broke into the governor's mansion. Since Emperor Longchang is afraid of him, can he really let him and these hundreds of thousands of Black Tiger soldiers return to Mangcheng and leave them alone?

impossible!

So Wei Ling guessed that the next person to come to Mangcheng would be the prefect!

The first step taken by the prefect was to restore the Mangshan Iron Mine that had been blown up by him and his men. The imperial court would re-establish the foundry.

Everything seems to be returning to the way it was before!

A sneer appeared on Wei Ling's lips.

In order to overthrow Emperor Jing, he raised the flag and started an uprising. In order to make his plans come true, he joined the army of Emperor Longchang, who was then the King of Huainan. What he wanted was not to let everything go back to the starting point!

An eagle's cry was heard outside. Wei Ling's expression froze. He pushed open the door and walked to the center of the yard.

There was no one around, so he raised his left hand. A Saker Falcon swooped down from the sky and landed on the arm guard of his left hand.

Wei Ling took off the bamboo tube tied to the Saker Falcon's feet, and then the Saker Falcon flapped its wings again and flew high into the sky, disappearing in an instant.

After Wei Ling read the secret letter in the bamboo tube, he couldn't help but reveal a cruel smile.

"Come out!" He glanced sideways.

Su Jixiang walked out slowly from behind the column carrying a tray.

He looked at her coldly, his eyes cold and deep.

Su Jixiang took a deep breath and said, "Don't stand in the snow. It's cold." She smiled gently at Wei Ling. "I made some jujube tea. Go in and have some."

"Okay." Wei Ling paced and followed Su Jixiang.

Su Jixiang only felt a wave of cold air coming from behind him.

After entering the room, Wei Ling sat down beside the Arhat bed. Su Jixiang placed the tea bowl on the tray table in the middle of the Arhat bed, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed by Wei Ling.

His hands were like iron hoops, hard and cold.

"General..." Su Jixiang smiled awkwardly. "The tea won't taste good if it's cold. The temperature now is just right, it's just right to warm your stomach."

Su Jixiang felt that if he dared to move rashly, his hand might be broken by Wei Ling.

Su Jixiang always thought that Wei Ling was a calm and self-controlled person. There could only be one piece of news that could make him so murderous and a little out of control!

About Emperor Jing!

"General." Su Jixiang raised his eyes and looked at Wei Ling's slightly red eyes.

"Speak." Wei Ling's mind was filled with turbulent waves. He wanted to kill people! Kill people at all costs!

"If the general wants to do something, then go ahead and do it!" Su Jixiang looked at Wei Ling steadily.

His eyes were filled with storm and chaos, as if thousands of troops were charging into the battlefield.

"What did you say?" Wei Ling tightened his grip on Su Jixiang's wrist, and Su Jixiang broke out in a cold sweat.

If this guy uses a little more force, her hand bones will be broken!

Your uncle's!

This is not the way to vent your anger!

Go find whoever annoys you!

"General, just do whatever you want to do!" Su Jixiang patted Wei Ling's hand that was holding him, and said a little unhappily, "Why are you arguing with me here! I won't betray you!"

The grip on her wrist suddenly loosened.

Wei Ling looked at Su Jixiang's slightly furrowed brows, and his heart suddenly became clear.

Yes, why did he rush out of the Mangshan mine, kill the prefect, destroy the foundry, and raise the flag of rebellion!

If you want to do it, just do it!

When did we need to be so cautious?

Wei Ling's expression relaxed slightly, "I won't eat." He stood up and drank the jujube tea that Su Jixiang brought him.

Slightly sweet, slightly hot, but everything is just right.

Delicious! Very addictive!

"You go out first. I'm going to be away for a few days." Wei Ling said to Su Jixiang, "If anyone asks, just say I'm resting at home!"