Strategy of Prince's Concubine's Rebellion

Chapter 963 Can’t wait to fall in love

Before he reached the courtyard where he lived, he already saw a charming and beautiful figure waiting for him at the entrance of the courtyard.

Tie Jia chuckled.

He rushed over with a single stride and directly carried Yun Zhoucheng, the oiran, on his shoulders and carried him into the house.

The two couldn't wait to fall in love.

The oiran of Yunzhou City also wanted Tiejia very badly.

After exerting all his strength, the hooked armor almost lost its life.

While taking a breather, there was a knock on the door outside.

Tie Jia wasn't happy enough yet and was upset because of the interruption.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Lao Zhang."

General Zhang?
Tie Jia looked displeased.

He said carelessly and directly: "I'm busy now. If anything happens, we'll talk about it tomorrow!"

As soon as he came back, he dragged his beloved wife into the house. Who would know what he was busy with.

Especially these generals who drink, eat and play with women every day, who doesn't understand this nonsense?

Zhang Shenjiang smacked his lips.

It's a pity that the little girl from Wan'an City ran away again.

Otherwise, I would be enjoying myself in the house right now.

Nowadays, when I look at other women, I just find them boring.

In terms of beauty, I have very little interest.

I don't have any other hobbies.

Days without fighting are really boring.

Fortunately, after eating the dishes cooked by the Princess of Chu several times, I immediately felt hope and yearning in my heart.

"Tiejia, I heard from those big soldiers that when you were reporting military affairs to His Highness King Chen, His Highness happened to be busy and asked you to come over later.

It's too late, you still can't get over.

Do you want to wait for His Highness to break your legs? "

Tie Jia has been immersed in the gentle land.

After hearing General Zhang speak, I remembered that His Highness had asked me to report it later.

He quickly got up from the oiran of Yunzhou City.

He hurriedly put on his clothes and left with General Zhang.

The oiran of Yunzhou City grabbed him and glanced at him.

"Which husband goes out like you do?"

After saying that, he pulled him to the dressing table, gave him a simple grooming, and changed him into new clothes.

Tie Jia was wearing a brand new silk coat and he chuckled, "Myolie, is this your new one?"

The oiran of Yunzhou City glared at him again, but his eyes were full of charm. "Otherwise, it's still possible to pick it up?"

Tie Jia caressed the skirt of his outer shirt carefully and cherishingly.

"If the clothes I pick up can be as beautiful as those made by Xing'er, then I will pick them up every day."

The oiran of Yunzhou City slapped his shoulder coquettishly and pushed him towards the door.

"Then I'm going."

Tie Jia reluctantly said.

"Xing'er, don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Tie Jia kissed her and hurried away with General Zhang.

The only person left in the room was the oiran from Yunzhou City.

Her eyes, which were shining just now, dimmed instantly after Tie Jia left.

He walked quietly to the couch and sighed.

Tie Jia, this rough guy, is really getting better and better to himself.

if
If one day he knew his identity, what he had done, and what he was going to do.
The oiran of Yunzhou City secretly shed a few tears when he thought of this.

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Tie Jia's brain is not bright enough.

I didn't even think about why I was going to report military affairs to His Highness King Chen, and why General Zhang was going to accompany him?

He just kept his head down and followed Zhang Shenjiang.

In King Chen's house.

Princess Yingxue has already served dinner.

Opening the food box, the aroma overflows.

In the past, Murong Chen was as calm as water, as if he had no other hobbies except fighting and drinking.

It doesn't matter whether you live in the camp or in the palace.

Nibbling on a sheep's head is the same as eating a lamb's leg.

It doesn’t matter whether he is a cook from the Chu State or a cook from the Yan State.

As long as he doesn't conquer cities and territories, every day of his life is actually no different.

Not to mention any concerns and expectations.

However, since the dead girl became his maid.

He actually found that he was looking forward to the arrival of a new day every day.

Looking forward to three meals a day.

Looking forward to seeing her smiling and welcoming after returning from the camp.

Looking forward to the afternoon when the two of them would practice calligraphy together and laugh and have fun with the dead girl.

It seems like my days have a lot more fun, and I feel energetic and full of expectations for whatever I do.

(End of this chapter)