My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

Rong Xian grabbed the hand and rubbed the inside of her wrist twice with his thumb: "Ah Wan still has a unique eye, and he easily saw through brother's tricks."

Wei Wan raised his eyebrows, lifted the dry towel aside and threw it into his arms: "Brother is afraid that I won't be able to see through it, so please change it."

After finishing speaking, Wei Wan turned around and walked to the table. He hung his hand on the fire. The water droplets flowed down the river and landed on the charcoal with a "chi" sound. He roasted it for a while and waited until his fingers were warm before starting to make tea. : "If Yuan Fuyan wants to return to Xianbei, wouldn't it be the most appropriate time to do so when Luoting Qiejiang is attacking the city and Wei is in civil strife?"

"What is he doing in Weidu?"

"It depends on what he begs for," Rong Xian wiped the water stains on his body with a dry towel. The ends of his eyes were raised, with a bit of loneliness, the anger in his eyes was particularly strong, and there was a smile on his lips, "He is waiting. , at least, after knowing who will win between you and Luotian Qiejiang,"

"He wants to cooperate with me?" Wei Wan rubbed the side of the cup, and after a little thought, he could understand the intention. "The Murong tribe is the dominant one. Even if he goes back, I'm afraid he won't have the chance to make any trouble. The other small tribes in Xianbei , and may not be willing to fight with him."

"Murong Gu has led the Xianbei soldiers in recent years and has gathered many small tribes around him. Their power is close to that of the Tuoba royal family, which was at its peak in those days." Rong Xian put on his inner clothes and put on his trousers behind the screen. The bells on his skirt were jingling sound,

"Murong Gu is the more outstanding one among this generation, but his sharpness is far inferior to that of the previous generation. Several generations of the Tuoba royal family have withered, and they are suppressed by the Murong clan. Even more remarkable, the Murong tribe’s current Qincheng, Yancheng, Ningcheng, and Liancheng were all snatched by Murong Congxuan from the Huns. The Murong tribe was covered with grass and fields, and the horses they raised were the most outstanding. Tribal reselling occurred during the period when Murong Congxuan was in charge."

Wei Wan couldn't help but smile, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingertips unconsciously tapped the wall of the cup: "If he wants to cooperate, he is so sure, I will agree."

Rong Xian walked out from behind the screen. He was tall and tall. His coat was loosely worn on his body. His clothes were slightly open and his fingertips were hooked on his belt: "So now he is ennobled as the king in the capital of Wei and controls the government. All he needs is his hands." We are holding the bargaining chip, so why worry about us not agreeing."

His fox eyes were slightly lowered, and his gaze was lowered from top to bottom, with a bit of aggression and possession. His condescending posture was inexplicable and meaningful. His thin hands were placed on the side of the round table, encircling the person in his arms, and leaning under the cage: "I'm afraid he wants more than that."

"What does it have to do with me." Wei Wan took out the brooch belt from his fingertips and made a soft sound as the silk brushed against the wooden table. He turned to look at Rong Xian's close face and slowly stretched the corners of his lips, as if he didn't understand Rong Xian's face. What Xian was talking about, she pulled on his lapel, suddenly reached in, her lips crossed his cheek, pressed against his ear, and said softly, "Whatever he wants has nothing to do with me."

Then he pulled back a little, closed and smoothed the material of the clothes, pressed the back of one hand on Rong Xian's waist and abdomen, hooked one end of the belt with his little finger, and reached across his lower back with the other hand, pulling the belt straight.

When Rong Xian heard this, his eyebrows relaxed, and the corners of his lips curved in joy: "Don't make yourself wrong in anything. Whatever you want, you don't need to compromise. Brother A Xian can get it back for you."

"Call me." He leaned closer and pressed his flawless cheek against hers.

Wei Wan was tying his brooch with his eyes down. When he was in the capital, Qing Zhui and the others were waiting for him to get dressed. After arriving at Yanmen, he was accustomed to wearing simple clothes for marching and fighting, so he seldom dressed himself, let alone He was tying his belt for others, so he looked attentive. When he heard the words, he dragged his voice carelessly and shouted lazily: "Rong Xian"

"Huh?" Rong Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, and the pressure on her face gradually became stronger.

Wei Wan's fingertips paused, and he glanced at him suspiciously, his tone a bit impatient: "Rong Lanting."

"Rong..." Before she could finish her words, her earlobe felt a stinging pain. Rong Xian's thin and slender hands pressed against her waist, then lifted up to hold her back. The veins on the back of his hands were prominent.

Wei Wan's earlobe was red, swollen and slightly numb from his bite, so he could only shout softly, "Axian."