Chapter 1711: His Choice

ness...what's wrong with you"Mo Heng couldn't contain his excitement at this moment. As soon as the guard spoke, he immediately turned around and rushed to the guard's side in three steps, slapping th...But if you count it, Mo Yunjing has known him the longest and their relationship is the deepest, so after weighing the options, he couldn't refuse to help.

Even though he knew this would make Fengming furious, and that once he helped, perhaps their friendship would be ruined forever. They wouldn't be able to drink and compose poems together like old friends anymore, and there would be no more contact between them.

But before the phoenix came, he had already made his choice.

At this moment, facing Feng Ming's resentful gaze, he still gritted his teeth and nodded. "Of course I know this would hurt the Princess of Bei Jiang, but I have to help him. In fact, if it were you, you might also..."

"I will not."

Feng Ming knew what he was about to say, and without hesitation interrupted him at this moment, “I will never.”

He clenched his fists, veins bulging on his arms, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Han Yun before him. The anger in his heart refused to subside.

But he also knew that even if he blamed Han Yun now, it wouldn't help.

Since this is Mo Yunjing's own decision, even if Han Yun doesn't cooperate with him, he will find someone else to cooperate and act.

So he endured, bearing it all, yet in the end, he refrained from attacking Han Yun before him.

Han Yun knew he would be very angry, and in fact, he didn't understand Mo Yunjing's choice at first.

But... people change, especially after you've seen some things with your own eyes. They really do change.

At that moment, Shi and Fengming stared at each other in silence for a long time.

Han Yun said weakly, "Perhaps, you should go see him first."

"No need, since he's already made up his mind, just tell him, don't ever regret it."

"Any man who makes Atang cry, I will not let go."

"Since this was his choice, he must bear the consequences. Do not appear before my A Tang, or I will not let him off."

After saying that, Feng Ming gave a deep look at the person lying on the ground and then turned to leave.

Han Yun watched his back, his lips slightly pursed. He wanted to explain something, but he also saw that Feng Ming didn't want to hear his explanation.

Whatever he says at this moment will be of no avail.

Mò Yúnjǐng's decision, Fèngmíng would not accept it, perhaps even making Běijiāng Princess more unacceptable.

At this moment, Han Yun also deeply doubted himself. Shouldn't he have helped with this

But... he couldn't help it. In his place, he would have made the same decision as Mo Yunjing.

Not long after Feng Ming left, Han Yun also picked up the body on the ground and walked down the mountain step by step.

He didn't return to the village, but instead chose a spot at the foot of a mountain not far from the village.

There was a dilapidated wooden hut in this place. He carried the body into the hut and ordered his men to tidy it up. The corpse lay on the makeshift plank they had prepared.

Han Yun personally covered the corpse with a white cloth.

The subordinates of Qingyun Pavilion were baffled. They only knew that this corpse was brought back by their master himself.

Their master was a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder. Unless it was someone important, he would absolutely not personally carry the body back himself.

This corpse... could it be...

The subordinates of Qingyun Pavilion at this moment didn't know what they had guessed, everyone's faces changed drastically, their eyes full of disbelief, panic and horror.

At that moment, he suddenly looked at their head of the household.

They saw the OP didn't seem to want to explain at all. They exchanged a few glances, unsure whether or not they should speak up and ask questions now.

But they did not see any signs of great sadness on their lord's face.

For a moment, they were left bewildered. This corpse...was it really what they suspected, the body of King Beijang

From his build, he really does resemble the King of Beijiang.

But that face... it was somehow indescribable.

Everyone in the Qingyun Pavilion looked at each other in surprise, their hearts filled with restlessness. They all wanted to speak up and ask what was going on, and more importantly, they wanted to know if this corpse was really the King of Beijang.

Seeing the gloomy expression on their master, they dared not speak out of turn.

So everyone stood silently in the wooden hut.

It was really too strange. After a while, one of them, gritting his teeth, couldn't help but cautiously ask, "Master... Master, could this person silently be... the King of Beijiang"

Listening to the questions from his subordinates, Han Yun slowly raised his head. His deep, emotionless eyes glanced at them before turning back to the corpse lying on the floorboards. After a moment of silence, he nodded. "Yes."

"!!!"

At that moment, the disciples of Qingyun Pavilion present were stunned, as if struck by lightning. They were completely dumbfounded.

The Northern Border King, such an outstanding person, could he really have fallen like this

They were unwilling to believe the result at all.

But at this moment, Han Yun was unwilling to let them continue asking. With a cold face, he said, "Go and find me some wine."

A few of his subordinates knew that their lord was simply unwilling to have them ask any more.

In the end, no matter how many questions and doubts lingered in my heart, I swallowed them all.

But deep down, everyone was still unable to find peace. They simply couldn't accept this outcome.

……

At this time, An Xuetang, who lived in the village, had also woken up. The first thing she did when she woke up was to suddenly grab Feng Ming's hand, "Brother, have you...found Ajing"

Feng Ming looked at her with a complicated expression, his gaze piercing. He didn't answer her question, but instead asked, "A Tang, are you truly... so fond of Mo Yun Jing So much that you can't live without him"

"!"

An Xuetang's heart clenched instantly, her eyes wide with panic.

She stared straight at Feng Ming, her eyes intense. "Brother, why... did you suddenly ask this Brother, have you found news about Ajing"

Phoenix gazed at her intently, "First, answer me this: is he truly the only one you desire for all of your life"

The more he asked, the heavier An Xuetang's heart felt. Phoenix Ming's question seemed utterly nonsensical to her.

He must have known something to ask that, at this moment, An Xuetang's heart was beating wildly, almost nervously, frightened to the point of jumping out of her chest.

She grabbed Feng Ming's arm with both hands, her grip surprisingly tight. Her eyes were filled with unprecedented panic, and her voice trembled slightly:

"Big brother, you…don't scare me, what happened Did Ajing find something Is he alright"

Seeing her terrified and on the verge of fainting, nearly unable to accept it, Feng Ming clenched his fists tightly, his forehead veins bulging.

He knew how much his sister cared about Mo Yunjing and how much she worried about his life and death.

But the more she acted this way, the more he hated the choices Mo Yunjing had made. advance by someone else. Either a dedicated taster would eat it first, or a silver needle or other poison-testing tool would be used to check for toxins before anyone else ate it.These people value t...