The reborn soft empress only wants to hug her thighs

Chapter 226 Xinyang Breaks In
She just admitted it.

Yan Wenmao only felt the blood rushing up, he raised his hand to grab a raised rock, and crushed it into pieces.

Dust and gravel fell at Luo Chuchu's feet. Luo Chuchu took a look and moved his steps.

"Don't be angry, there's nothing you can do about it."

Now that she has already said it, she doesn't care to say more.

From an emotional point of view, if Luo Chuchu had to choose, she would prefer Yan Wenmao.From a rational point of view, one is that Yan Wenmao and her have no possibility of getting married, and the other is that Si Kongjin made it clear that after getting married, the luck of the two is "equally divided".

Sikong Jin's luck is stronger than that of ordinary people, and it doesn't even belong to the scope of human beings.If they were split equally with him, the luck that Luo Chuchu got would be enough to support a noble fate like "Empress".

Luo Kingdom is bound to expand in the future, without expansion, there is no way to strengthen the country's destiny.That means that Luo Chuchu's luck must be worthy of this position, and if he is not worthy, it will bring disaster.

And Yan Wenmao... His luck is certainly strong, otherwise he wouldn't be able to control Luo Kingdom.But he is still human after all.

If the two share equally, Luo Chuchu still won't get enough luck.It is more than enough to save his life, but it is basically impossible to prop up Luo's national destiny and help Si Kongjin grow up to the point where he can fight against the attackers.

Wanting to understand this point, Luo Chuchu said quietly: "If you come to a desperate situation, marrying Sikong Jin is the only choice."

Yan Wenmao felt the blood all over his body become completely cold all of a sudden, is Sikong Jin so irreplaceable?

"What about Xinyang, if you want military power, Sikong Jin can't give it to you."

Luo Chuchu bit her lip, and said, "If you can win, you can win. As for the others, I don't want to."

Xinyang is similar to Yan Wenmao Wenrenyin, they are both the luck of princes and generals.What's more, he has been guarding the border all year round, and he is likely to die in battle, so he is not a good candidate.

A tear fell from the corner of his eye without warning.

Luo Chuchu lowered her head, upset and did not see this scene.

She is not a person who puts her feelings first, and all her feelings must be based on being able to survive.

If for Yan Wenmao's sake, he gave up other people's luck, Luo Chuchu would not have half the confidence to survive in the hands of the attacker.At that time, she will die, Sikong Jin will fail, Xinyang Wenrenyin will die, Luo's luck will be completely taken away by the raiders, and will be annihilated ever since.

And Yan Wenmao will die too.

The attackers are not good men and women. Yan Wenmao will not let her go if she is killed.

Luo Chuchu knew how precious it was for Yan Wenmao to fall in love once, but she couldn't ignore everything, because of love, the entire Luo Kingdom fell and Yan Wenmao died.

"This is the best choice, you don't have to persuade me."

The silence lasted for a long time, Yan Wenmao suddenly laughed, turned and left.

"Since it is His Majesty's intention, I dare not disobey."

He didn't leave directly, but walked towards the banquet.

The strong wind blew up Yan Wenmao's robe, and the peony flowers on the skirt seemed to come alive in the wind, which was extremely coquettish.

There is a light wet mark on the sleeve that dries gradually.

Luo Chuchu stood behind the rockery for a while, sighed silently, adjusted his expression, pretended nothing had happened, and returned to his seat.

The banquet started, and the exquisite dishes floated to the tables of everyone along the flowing water.

Luo Chuchu stared at the crystal clear and soft snacks on the plate, and had no appetite at all.

The bustle of the ministers is theirs.

Yan Wenmao sat beside Luo Chuchu, drinking wine glass by glass.

Luo Chuchu glanced at it, thinking that fortunately today's Baihuaniang is not intoxicating, otherwise it is very likely that others will see Yan Wenmao's gaffe.

No, none of them can have an accident.

There was a sudden noise outside the imperial garden, and even the sound of swords and soldiers meeting each other.

"What?" Luo Chuchu stood up and looked outside vigilantly.

Shi Feng appeared, and Song Zhiyue and Song Zhiyue stood beside Luo Chuchu.

The ministers noticed that something happened outside the imperial garden, and hurriedly discarded the wine glasses and other things, and gathered together in panic.

A blood-stained head rolled in from the door and stopped a foot away from the banquet.

"This is the head of the guard..."

Before Luo Chuchu could figure out what happened, just hearing the neighing of a steed, a man covered in blood broke into the imperial garden.

Hearing that Aiju was slaughtered by the guards and screamed before dying, Xinyang gritted his teeth and moved forward without batting an eye.

When Luo Chuchu saw a bloody man rushing in, he was afraid that he would start a killing spree, but he saw the man kneeling straight on the ground.

"His Majesty!"

His voice was hoarse, and it was obvious that he hadn't drank water for a long time.

"Your Majesty, the border situation is critical!"

This sentence was like a thunder, which made Luo Chuchu stunned for a moment.

"Who are you?"

Xinyang reluctantly took out a fairly clean handkerchief, wiped the token, and held it up high.

The moonlight was bright enough for Luo Chuchu to see the large characters on the token clearly.

"Xinyang, you are General Xinyang?! Aren't you at the border?"

Regardless of the obstruction, Luo Chuchu hurried forward to help Xinyang up.

When she got closer, she realized that there were layers of blood on Xinyang's body, old and new overlapping, obviously after many battles.

"Hurry up and ask for a doctor, go immediately! The palace maid brings water!"

Xinyang didn't go to drink water immediately, but instead grabbed Luo Chuchu's hand and said, "Your Majesty, there is not enough food at the border, and the soldiers are suffering from hunger and cold, and they are almost unable to hold on! The general is willing to swear on his wealth and life, and there is nothing wrong with what he said false!"

Luo Chuchu couldn't believe it: "Earlier, the frontier urgently reported that the capital had already sent people to deliver money and food... Could it be?"

Xinyang let out a hoarse "hehe" sound in his throat, and said desolately: "I don't know where the money and food are delivered, but they are never in the hands of the soldiers."

The maid brought warm water, Xinyang drank the water in one gulp, and wanted to say something, but couldn't bear it anymore, fainted and fell to the ground.

Luo Chuchu let go of his hand, and the palm was held by Xinyang, exuding a strong smell of blood.

Rarely, she did not call out to Yan Wenmao, but straightened up, her eyes flicked across the faces of the ministers with different expressions.

"If this matter is not resolved today, no one is allowed to leave."

More guards surrounded the entire imperial garden, not even a single bird could fly out.

With the concerted efforts of the doctors and female doctors, Xinyang was carried to a temporary tent to scrub and bandage the wound.

After half an hour, Xinyang woke up.

He subconsciously wanted to sit up, but felt a little strange. He raised his hand and saw that the two palms that had been worn out by the reins had been wrapped in gauze, exuding a strong smell of herbs.

The clothes on his body were also changed into clean ones, and the injured hands and feet were all taken care of.

"His Majesty……"

"Hey, don't get out of bed!" The medical girl quickly supported Xinyang with her eyesight.

Xinyang gritted his teeth and said, "Help me out, I want to see Your Majesty!"

The nurse couldn't hold him back, so she had to help him out of the tent.

When Xinyang was in a coma, Luo Chuchu had arranged to interrogate the minister, but so far there was not much result, and the imperial garden was dead silent.

(End of this chapter)