The rich second generation always loves to follow me secretly

Chapter 1

Wu country.

On the edge of the wilderness outside the city, the wind was fierce.

Murong Jin was surrounded by a large group of people.

He held a cold knife in his hand, and his figure was as brave as a soldier of the gods, but the blood on his head and face had already trickled down to his chin.

"Murong Jin!" A person in the opposing camp shouted loudly, "You are at the end of your rope, surrender your arms and surrender, and spare your life!"

Murong Jin smiled proudly: "Dream! Jiang Zhengming, do you still remember that although you are not subordinate to me, when I led the army to fight, you have been my brother in the same robe for a long time, and now you are so quickly Changed your face and became a rebel, dreamed back at midnight, have you ever been ashamed?"

The man was stunned for a moment, as if he had been stabbed in a sore foot, his complexion changed, and he said loudly again, "Your Highness, the situation is over, you might as well catch him quickly, you still have a glimmer of life."

"Not necessarily," Murong Jin said indifferently, "Although there will be a battle between you and me! It is not yet known who will win the battle, so draw your sword!"

The man said in admiration, "If that's the case, I'm offended!" After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the dark mountaintop immediately flashed with silver light, and hundreds of soldiers with arrows and crossbows appeared from the darkness, pointing the arrow point in the direction of Murong Jin .

Jiang Zhengming drew his sword out of its sheath and roared: "Kill!" The soldiers behind him rushed up one after another, and the arrow rain immediately hit the mountain like a tsunami, and the light of the sword shone through the night sky.

Murong Jin clamped the horse's belly, turned his wrists over, swung his knife away from the rain of arrows in front of him, and shouted loudly: "Kill!"

In the firelight of the cold night, it was already impossible to distinguish east from west, north from south, and Murong Jin alone was like the evil god Shura walking from the purgatory. Thick blood, corpses littered under the horse's feet.

His state inspired the soldiers behind him to fight with him.

Suddenly, there was another troop's hooves in the valley.

"Your Highness!" one person shouted, "General Shen is here! General Shen is here!"

Murong Jin turned his head in the midst of the battle, the leader was wearing a silver armor, holding a long sword, and was galloping towards him.

"Shen Hui..." Murong Jin shook his head, and then roared angrily: "Shen Hui! I ordered you to garrison the imperial city, why did you leave your post without authorization?!"

"His Royal Highness!" Shen Hui approached in an instant, and cut open the enemy army around Murong Jin who was trying to attack him with a sword. His tone of voice was just like him, calm and windy, "The imperial city can't be defended anymore, don't Forget it, I will bring troops to support you."

"you!"

Murong Jin was so angry that his blood surged up.

However, the facts are indeed like this, if Shen Ani said that she couldn't hold it, then she really couldn't hold it.

The night was dark, and thick snow clouds rolled up in the sky. Murong Jin looked up, and the darkest hour of the day had come.

Perhaps it took too long, Murong Jin was already mentally and mentally exhausted. Once he relaxed, the handle of the knife in his hand was shaken and almost dropped. Shen Hui saw it with sharp eyes, and the flying horse came over and brazenly repelled the chaos in front of him. .

"Your Highness!" He turned his head and stood shoulder to shoulder with Murong Jin, a faint tear mole in the corner of his eye flashed in the firelight, and there was a rare emotion in his eyes, "It's not yet time to run out of ammunition and food , I am willing to fight a bloody battle with you today, and fight a bloody way!"

Murong Jin looked at Shen Hui's burning bright eyes, and a gleam of fire ignited in his heart.

However, the inexhaustible enemy troops came in a steady stream, just like this endless night.

Murong Jin only had one team, and when the dawn was about to break, he was finally exhausted.

"Be careful, Your Highness!"

A cold light of arrow feathers flashed in front of Murong Jin's eyes, and at the very moment, one person rushed towards him.

With a sound of "Pfft -", the sound of blood piercing pierced Murong Jin's ears like thunder.

"Shen Anise!"

Murong Jin watched Shen Hui stand in front of him with a pale face, and then slowly fell down.

Murong Jin was shocked, and took a step forward to support his body that was about to collapse.

"General Shen is dead!" Someone shouted loudly in the crowd, "It is hopeful that the enemy will be defeated, all generals will be killed soon!"

"Who said he was dead..." Murong Jin shouted loudly, "Who said he was dead?!"

He stood on the ground with the tip of his knife, and when he turned his head suddenly, the morning sun could barely rise, illuminating his blood-stained and furious face, which was extremely terrifying, and frightened the enemy soldiers beside him so that they dared not move forward.

Murong Jin hugged Shen Hui tightly, and got on the horse.

He started to use his strength, swung his knife wildly, slashed, blood splashed several feet wherever he passed, it was completely different from the state of exhaustion just now, Murong Jin fought with his life, and he was actually a soldier who led Shen Hui alive Killed a bloody road in the middle, rode his horse and ran into the deep mountains.

I don't know how long he ran until it snowed and the horses couldn't run anymore, and died from exhaustion, Murong Jin finally came down with Shen Hui in his arms.

He gently put Shen Hui on the ground, and called him in a low voice: "Shen Hui, Shen Hui?"

It took Shen Hui a while to slowly open her eyes, and spit out a mouthful of blood foam from her mouth: "Your Highness... I am sorry for my incompetence, I failed to perform my duty faithfully... I hope... I hope..."

"Stop it, stop it..." Murong Jin said, "It's not your fault, this country shouldn't belong to me...I'm too stupid...too stupid..."

Shen Hui looked at him, there seemed to be a thousand words in her eyes.

The snow fell heavily, fluttering down like goose feathers, and condensed on Shen Hui's slender eyelashes, turning into ice crystals.

Murong Jin subconsciously wrapped him tightly, fearing that he would catch cold in the ice and snow.

Shen Hui coughed and said: "His Royal Highness... Live well, there is always a glimmer of hope... Or go back to the imperial city, although Jiang Zhengming is a bit foolish and loyal, but thinking of his past love, he will definitely try his best to protect him." You, stay alive when the time comes, and make a long-term plan before it's too late..."

"No!" Murong Jin said, "I won't go back to the imperial city again, Shen Hui, you come with me, let's find a place that no one knows, I don't want those... I, we have been there before and no one disturbs us. days..."

When Shen Hui heard what he said, she smiled, stretched out her cold hand, and put it on his face: "Your Highness, you and I are destined to end here, if there is a next life...you go, leave me alone, they will hurry up!" If you catch up, you have to remember to... live on..."

Murong Jin held his hand: "No! Shen Ani! Listen to me, you can't die, I..."

However, before he could finish his words, Shen Hui's hand lost his strength and slipped down.

"Shen Ani...Shen Ani!"

Murong Jin groaned, utterly distraught, and spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth with a "wow".

In the winter of the 35th year of Fenghe, the second prince Murong Yuan ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, and the prince Murong Jin passed away.

The author has something to say: After scrapping a lot of drafts and stalks, I finally made a hole.

This beginning is also a stalk that was abolished before, and it was picked up again and changed.

I hope you like it, bow!

The next update is in the early morning.