Cifengque

Chapter 92 The Dominance of Lord Jiulang
The two of them stayed up almost all night. Before dawn, Zi Zi brought a girl with a male face. She was dressed in neat and neat clothes, with a strong body and tall head, like an unsmiling killer.

Junci is a kind of heroic beauty with indistinguishable male and female, because of her strength and fierceness, even if she only wears simple clothes for fighting, and never really dresses up to a man, she will subconsciously be recognized as a man.

The person Ying Wuchen brought, Jun Ci thought it was a man at first glance.

"I will give her to you as a gift, and she will serve you in the future. She is very skilled in martial arts."

"I don't want a guard." Junci refused.

It wasn't that she was worried that Ying Wuchen would put someone in to watch her. If she really dared to act like this, it would be hard for anyone to send her off. She not only killed the spy, but also severely punished the mastermind.It's because she doesn't like being around too many people, she's used to being alone.

"She is a woman, and you need a woman by your side." Ying Wuchen said in a tone that could not be refused, "I will give you her body deed, and she will have nothing to do with me in the future, and will only obey your orders."

Junci thought about what happened last night again, and she didn't actually feel embarrassed until now, but she was still a little uncomfortable.

After thinking about it, it seemed that she really lacked a maidservant. If she wanted to follow her, she would have to know how to fist and kick. It's not impossible to find it outside, but she didn't know the basics, and it was not easy to use.

Since Ying Wuchen is generous with the gift, and the appearance of this man is pleasing to her eyes: "Thank you, Brother Ying."

After giving the person to Jun Ci, Ying Wuchen left, and asked someone to tell Jun Ci how to deal with the day when the sunflower water came.

He doesn't understand these things either!

"Mr. Jiulang, Lin Silang is here and wants to see the general." Ying Wuchen had just set up his camp when Chen Chen ran over.

"Ask him to go to the guest tent." Ying Wuchen ordered lightly.

Chen Chen didn't move, looked inside the main tent: "He wants to see the general."

"Zi Yi, tell the kitchen to make some secret chicken legs." Ying Wuchen ignored Chen Zhen, left these words and went to the guest account.

Chen Zhen watched Ziyi walk towards the kitchen with a suppressed smile, distressed, tangled, and struggling, but finally he did not step into the main tent, comforting himself: "Mr. I... I eat a few chicken legs, Ah Ci can save money, Ah Ci is poor, I should save Ah Ci money!"

In this way, Chen Chen convinced himself, walked outside with his chest up, and brought Lin Zhihuan to the guest account.

The guest account in the army is the place to entertain guests, Lin Zhihuan did not expect to see Ying Wuchen here.

The two are both lords of the aristocratic family, but their status is very different. Ying Wuchen is the old son of the lord of the Ying family, and the treasure in the palm of the entire Ying family. He was taken home at the age of 16.

No one has passed on his talents, learning and deeds. He seldom goes out, because his good looks can cause Ganling to come out to block him. He is a man famous all over the world for his handsomeness.

Later, he seldom went out to banquets, and it was said that he was dignified and respectful, that he behaved well, that a gentleman was like jade, and that he was unique in style.

It was the first time Lin Zhihuan saw Ying Wuchen, he was just an inconspicuous concubine of the Lin family.

There is no luxury in brocade clothes, standing upright, slender, standing with hands behind his back, even if it is just a back view, it gives people a sense of oppression for no reason like a towering mountain standing in front of them.

He seemed to turn around upon hearing the sound, his handsomeness beyond dust, shining like a bright moon, with a kind of aloofness that made people feel ashamed.

"Mr. Jiulang." Lin Zhihuan performed a peer salute.

Ying Wuchen also replied: "Brother."

"I have an appointment with the captain, and I am going to Jincheng today. I wonder if the general is busy and has other arrangements?" Lin Zhihuan and Ying Wuchen didn't have much to say, and he went straight to the point.

One is the noble son of a noble family who is not stained with vulgar things, and the other is an abandoned son covered in copper stink, who is not a person on the stage.

"She drank too much yesterday, and today she feels a little unwell, so it is not suitable to run around in vain." Ying Wuchen said softly, "Brother Shi, please come back, and I will inform you in time when she is healthy."

After Lin Zhihuan heard this, he raised his sword eyebrows: "Mr. Jiulang, do you know what the captain is doing? This matter should not be delayed, and things will change if it is delayed. Yesterday I persuaded the captain to drink too much. If the captain feels uncomfortable because of this, it is because I did not entertain well. I should apologize in person, and please forgive me, Mr. Jiulang."

"She doesn't see any guests today." Ying Wuchen's tone became colder.

"Mr. Jiulang can really be the master?" Lin Zhihuan's eyes were clearly questioned.

Ying Wuchen twitched the corner of his lips slightly, and drew a cold smile: "Whether I can make the decision, Brother Shi, why don't you go and listen to it yourself."

Ying Wuchen brought Lin Zhihuan outside the main tent, and said to Gao Yi who was guarding the tent, "You tell the general that Lin Silang begged to see him, but I won't allow her to see him."

These words not only made Gao Yi dumbfounded, but even Lin Zhihuan was surprised.

Didn't it say that Ying Shijiulang is not reserved, respects the virtuous and courteous?
This……

Gao Yi reacted and entered the account, and conveyed Ying Wuchen's words.

When Jun Ci heard Ying Wuchen's words, he had already got up and walked to the center of the main tent, but was dragged abruptly by the second half of Ying Wuchen's sentence.

He said he didn't allow her to see him, so she naturally didn't have to take his words seriously, but this was just slapping his face in front of others.

Whether it's close or distant, or dealing with her, Lin Zhihuan is naturally inferior to Ying Wuchen.

Even though Junci didn't know why Ying Wuchen didn't allow her to see him, he would still take care of his face at this moment, and coughed twice: "Lin Silang, I feel unwell today, so I won't go with you, you just go ahead, I'll be two late The day arrives."

In fact, she didn't really want to meet outsiders. People who practice martial arts are very sensitive to the smell of blood. She doesn't want to stand with others, and others can smell it.

In any case, everyone has already arrived outside the tent, so it would be rude for her not to see her.But Ying Wuchen built a ladder for her, outsiders should only think that she was trying to take care of Ying Wuchen's face, not that she was being rude to others.

Lin Zhihuan was not angry, he looked at Ying Wuchen meaningfully, his eyes were flat, and he was not at all happy because the king did not see him, and he bowed to the tent: "In that case, Shiro will not disturb you. The captain rests, and waits for the captain at the meeting place."

After finishing speaking, he gave a farewell ceremony to Wu Chen, and then left the barracks unhurriedly.

Ying Wuchen glanced at Lin Zhihuan's back, opened the camp tent and entered.

Junci's expression was dull, she was not uncomfortable at all, but thinking of the woman being so troublesome made her whole body feel uncomfortable!
"Why don't you allow me to see people?" Junci asked in a dull voice.

"Lin Silang is also a martial artist." Ying Wuchen said.

Jun Ci expressed interest: "According to what you said, he seems to be very skilled. Since he can learn martial arts, why don't you practice martial arts?"

Ying Wuchen's black eyes froze, his face was slightly condensed, his body tensed up instantly, his breathing became a little heavy, but after a while, his expression returned to normal, and he uttered two words coldly: "I don't like it!"

　About [-] words today, as long as I sit for a long time, I feel cold on the soles of my feet. The cold has not recovered, and I can’t concentrate.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)