A cavalry hurriedly set off from Jinwu and arrived at Capital City.

Prime Minister Gongsun Liang's hand holding the battle report was trembling. Even if he heard the northern barbarians breaking through the barrier before, he was not so horrified.

Lin Desheng and Yin Changqing were hastily called into the palace. There are also several important court officials who are Yuan Jing's confidantes.

Several people circulated the letterhead, and none of them changed color. According to the secret play, the emperor actually fell into the hands of South Chen's troops.

On that day, He Changliang brought reinforcements to meet him, but he only saw blood on the ground. Knowing from the surviving dying soldiers that Yuan Jing had been captured, he was terrified and ordered his scout horses to go north quickly. The news reached Capital City within three days.

"However, the reports from the front line these days have not made this news public."

"Is it because South Chen doesn't know the identity of the emperor, or is it deliberately kept secret?"

"I'm afraid it's the latter. The lord of South Chen is very cunning. He is worried that our army will be overwhelmed when they hear this. It will be difficult to resist the invasion from the north. Although he is ambitious in the north, he doesn't want to face the barbarian army immediately." They also expect us to lose out, so that we can profit from the chaos." Gongsun Liang analyzed.

"This matter cannot be delayed. The emperor must be rescued as soon as possible." Lin Desheng slammed on the hardwood table in a circle. Make a dull sound.

"I'm going to prepare troops to go south now. His Royal Highness King Zi is in charge of the overall situation in the north, so we can hold on for the time being."

Several people briefly discussed military affairs, each busy.

In the main hall, Yin Changqing took a step behind, and suddenly asked: "The thing that the emperor arranged before, but are you ready?"

Gongsun Liang nodded and said: "It's ready, the envoy and that car driver will go north soon."

Yin Changqing lowered his gaze, "I'll deliver this letter."

Gongsun Liang was taken aback, "Go and deliver it, you are not afraid..."

This letter was sent to Gao Zimo. Now Gao Zimo has reorganized the army in the Northwest, and retreated to Yelan Country with some of Gao's best friends, reclaiming the banner of the Northwest General's Mansion. If you want to say who the Gao Clan hates the most, the traitor Yin Changqing is the first. I am afraid that even the emperor Yuan Jing will stand aside.

Yin Changqing smiled: "I finally know him better, and it's cheap to go this way."

Gongsun Liang looked at him, was silent for a moment, and nodded.

The blizzard continued continuously, covering the entire Lian'an City into a vast white world.

Wu Jie opened the curtain and stood in front of the corridor, looking at the white snow all over the place. A few days had passed since the conversation with Chen Jiao, and her injuries had completely healed, and she had regained her peerless beauty.

She hugged the stove in her hand tightly, walked down the steps, and walked to the west wing.

Since Chen Jiao didn't come to see her these two days, she knew that he must have gone out on important military affairs. She only had the chance to come here while he was away.

Going to the side of the west wing, there were indeed guards guarding her. When she saw Wu Jie approaching, she didn't stop her. Instead, she took a step back and let the door open.

This surprised her, presumably Chen Jiao had ordered that she could pass freely here. There is no need to use the excuses that were originally prepared.

Wu Jie nodded, then opened the door and entered the room.

After these days, Wu Jie saw Yuan Jing for the first time.

There was a copper stove burning in the room, but the windows were open, and the cool air rushed in, and the whole room was filled with biting coolness.

He was sitting in front of the window, very thin, when he heard the movement by the door, he turned his head, seeing Wu Jie, his expression was slightly touched, but he turned his head stubbornly.

Although it was just a glimpse, Wu Jie could clearly see that he was in extremely poor condition and his face was pale. In fact, except for the time when she rescued him in Changqiu Pavilion, she had never seen such a sick and weak posture.

Just looking at his appearance, Wu Jie knew that Chen Jiao hadn't treated his injuries at all these days.

After thinking about it, understand that Yuan Jing's martial arts are extremely high, and it is troublesome to guard him. It would be better to make him weak and worry less.

"How is your chest injury?" Wu Jie sat opposite him and asked in a low voice.

Yuan Jing didn't answer, nor looked at her.

Wu Jie continued in a low voice: "I brought medicine for the wound, let me bandage it for you."

Seeing her getting up and approaching, Yuan Jing said impatiently: "I'm fine."

"If the broken bone is not treated in time, it is very likely to cause future trouble." Wu Jie ignored his protest and went forward.

Yuan Jing raised his hand and pushed it away, he said coldly, "No need." Then he smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's also fortunate that there are these injuries, otherwise we would have to wear shackles."

Fortunately, he could still laugh, Wu Jie didn't know what to say, in this situation, saying anything would be cruel.

As an emperor, he fell into a prisoner. For Yuan Jing, this encounter was already the greatest humiliation, and no injury could compare to it.

"I will rescue you." Wu Jie gritted her teeth and said.

Yuan Jing came to this point just to send her off, she was obliged to rescue him, and she knew that with Yuan Jing's arrogance, if he really had no hope of escaping, he would definitely not survive.

What did Chen Jiao say, keep it by your side, did you think it was a pet? Yuan Jing's character is simply impossible.

What's more, without Yuan Jing, the northern front will surely be defeated.

"You don't have to force it. You are in the enemy's camp, and you can't help yourself after all." At the end, Yuan Jing's lips overflowed with sarcasm.

"I almost forgot, and there is nothing I can't help myself. The empress is treated very courteously by his side now. She must have a more comfortable life, far better than living in my Changqiu Pavilion."

He really cared about Chen Jiao's behavior towards him before.

"I didn't deliberately deceive the emperor." Wu Jie said in a low voice. Before, Chen Jiao was lurking in her palace, stirring up wind and rain in the Capital City of Great Wei. He contributed to the murder of Queen Mother Hong and the conspiracy of Gao's rebellion, and even caused Yuan Jing to lose the throne. Thinking about it carefully, I actually feel sorry for him. Although she didn't know that Chen Jiao was so lethal.

"You are not from Wei, so there is no need to say sorry." Yuan Jing said bluntly.

Wu Jie remained silent.

Yuan Jing looked up at her unparalleled beauty. Suddenly falling from the top of happiness to the abyss of despair, all of this happened so abruptly, as if it was just yesterday, she chose to stay by his side, and let him see the signs of breaking the ice between the two, but it was just a hasty battle, nothing could be done. reduced to nothing.

This absurd development gave Yuan Jing an impulse to press her shoulder and question her...

But in the end, he just staggered his gaze and looked at the heavy snow outside.

"Last time I asked you what your beloved looks like, is that what he looks like?"

The bleak cold wind rushed in through the window with snowflakes, and she felt a chill that penetrated into the bone marrow, and she couldn't help shivering.

She remembered Yuan Jing's description when she asked her beloved for the second time.

"Probably a shameless pervert."

"On weekdays, I look like a fool, but in fact, it is still very reliable at critical moments."

"Martial arts are very good, and things are done neatly."

"Looks good."

...

Needless to say, everything is understood. Yuan Jing smiled self-deprecatingly.

Did they meet and fall in love in South Chen before? I heard that when he was the prince, he liked to run around. Maybe it was at that time that he traveled to East Vietnam and the two met. The prince of a country, his whereabouts are secretive, so of course the spies he sent cannot find out. I thought it was some guard or Dongyue son.

"I..." Wu Jie recalled the last conversation, and didn't know how to answer.

Does she like Chen Jiao? Maybe it was tempting, under such help and care, but thought of leaving with him, but hesitated. No matter how much feel for him, it can't compare to hometown and relatives.

Yuan Jing's expression was disheartened, her eyes staring at the snowy scenery outside the window lost the star-like brightness.

"Since I came to the throne, I have been working hard to govern and want to be a good emperor, but I don't want to fall all the way to where I am today."

"Birth mother, adoptive mother, and first wife, all of them want to kill them quickly. After several years in power, the country's land is lost step by step, and barbarian soldiers come to the city."

"I am ashamed of my ancestors' foundation, ashamed of thousands of miles of land, and even more ashamed of the people of the world. If I pay back with my life, I should, but the common people are innocent."

"It's not necessary to save me. If you really have the heart, you can help me with something. Finally, in the past two years, I treated you leniently."

Listening to Yuan Jing's soothing whisper, Wu Jie felt a twinge of pain in her heart.

I don't know if it's because of the rustiness in the tone of voice, or because this person has lowered his posture rarely.

"Please order from the emperor." She trembled.

Yuan Jing took out a piece of white silk from his bosom, with mottled dots on it, as if handwriting was written on it.

Wu Jie stretched out her hand to take it, the silk cloth was smooth and loosened immediately, and a faint smell of blood came to her nostrils. She glanced over and was instantly shocked.

It was a decree, just a few words, saying that he was defeated and died, that he was ashamed of the world, and passed on the throne to Ziwang Yuan Zhe. I hope that the ministers will assist me to tide over the difficulties together.

Although there are only less than a hundred words, the words are scarlet and shocking, and they are written in blood.

Yes, he was imprisoned here without even pen and ink. No wonder he clenched his fists the whole time, not wanting to see the scars on his fingers.

From this decree, Wu Jie understood that Yuan Jing had already developed a will to die.

Her heart was sore, she raised her head and wanted to say something, but Yuan Jing turned her face away, as if she didn't want to speak at all.

No matter what was said at this time, it was just a humiliation to this person.

Wu Jie stood up and quietly exited the room.

Chen Jiao returned that night.

After getting off the horse and approaching the lobby, his face gradually sank when he heard the news of his subordinate's reply.

After glancing at the dormitory where the lights were turned off, he turned his head and walked towards the west wing.

Jiang Yue and several generals followed behind and took two steps forward, but when they heard Chen Jiao say, "You all go down and rest." They had to stop and disperse.

Chen Jiao kicked open the door of the west wing, and the wind rushed in with snowflakes.

Yuan Jing was still sitting on the couch by the window, turned her head to watch Chen Jiao walk in, and narrowed her eyes.

Chen Jiao smiled, walked up to him, stopped, and asked condescendingly, "How have you been these two days?"

Yuan Jing didn't speak, so she turned her head away.

Chen Jiao directly raised his hand and squeezed Yuan Jing's chin, forcing him to turn his head.

"You can instigate people. But with this appearance, why can't people feel pity." Chen Jiao said with a smile, but his eyes were cold, passing Yuan Jing's pale face like ice and snow.

"I had a doubt before, what happened to make her change her attitude."

Speaking of this matter, he has been suffocating anger in his heart. Before that, he had been lurking in the Northern Wei Palace for more than a year, and saw with his own eyes that Wu Jie had always been icy towards Yuan Jing, avoiding her in fear. Why, after walking by myself for more than half a year, the feng shui changed drastically, and the two got along unexpectedly.

Even this time it fell into his hands, it was because of the delay in escorting her. Chen Jiao knew it well, and with Wu Jie's temperament, he didn't know how to feel guilty. Thinking of the way he was holding Wu Jie before, he felt irritable.

Yuan Jing sneered: "Your Majesty is more flexible than you, and you are willing to take the risk of sneaking into my harem and handling lowly servants. It is really aggrieved. If I knew that Your Majesty has such a hobby, I should treat you well. I heard that the generals under my command would be so kind." There is a dream about Miss Gui Po."

Facing Yuan Jing's cynicism, Chen Jiao just smiled, then slammed his knee on his chest, pinning him down on the couch.

He was so strong that Yuan Jing's broken ribs were crushed again before they healed.

Yuan Jing's face turned red and pale, and he gritted his teeth so as not to cry out in pain. It's just that the body trembles instinctively.

The smile on Chen Jiao's face was still warm. Suppressing Yuan Jing, he said with a smile: "Today, my elder brother will teach you a truth. When it falls into the hands of others, don't talk cheap, so as not to suffer."

His knees moved, and there was severe pain, blood immediately overflowed from the corner of Yuan Jing's mouth, he turned his head and did not speak.

Chen Jiao continued: "Speaking of which, I went to see the envoys sent by the Northwest General's Mansion today. They are well informed and know that you have fallen into my hands."

Yuan Jing's body trembled, and she couldn't help pricking up her ears.

Chen Jiao refused to say any more, instead, he twisted Yuan Jing's arm and put it behind his back.

Locking his wrist joints, with a little force, the clenched fist was forced to loosen.

Staring at the mottled scars on his fingertips, Chen Jiao said with a smile: "Writing the decree of those labors is enough for you to worry about."

"If you want pens, inks, papers and inkstones, just say so. I'm not so stingy. Doesn't it make her feel bad."

After watching for a while, Chen Jiao threw his hand away and sneered: "If there are so many things to do, I won't keep you anymore, just sell it to the Northwest General's Mansion, and you can exchange some land. Do you know , Gao Zimo hates you so much, if it falls into his hands, I don't know what kind of treatment it will be."

"Left and right are just dead." Yuan Jing turned pale, turned over, and stared coldly at Chen Jiao who was close at hand. Nothing would humiliate him more than falling into this person's hands.

"You can see it openly, but there are many ways to make life worse than death in this world."

Chen Jiao pressed Yuan Jing's chest again, and with a little force, Yuan Jing was in pain, but she refused to cry out.

Chen Jiao got up slowly, looked at Yuan Jing, and said with a smile: "Be good these few days, don't force me to kill you, after all, I'm still waiting for you to call my brother to listen."

Hearing the word "brother", Yuan Jing's eyes suddenly flashed red, and he closed his eyes.

"I can think about it when you are at your grave."