Rebirth of the Three Kingdoms: The New Biography of Guan Ping

Chapter 230: Breaking Cangwu

Only then did the old patriarch feel relieved, he breathed out a few breaths, and was about to step forward to explain, when suddenly he heard two people coming in from outside, the one at the front was Guan Ba, who was grinning and giggling non-stop, that pair never left his hands But the double hammers are hanging on the body, the two free hands, the left hand is holding a bamboo basket, and the right hand is holding a girl's hand.Passionate picture feast
The young girl is of course the Nightingale. She was as fierce as a tiger in the past, but by Guan Ba's side, Xiaoniaoyiren couldn't be weaker. She took off her shorts and put on a grass-green short skirt, but the pair of pairs The knife is still straddling his waist, his small mouth is slightly pursed, and he is smiling slightly.

Wei Yan and the old patriarch were obviously not used to their intimacy, Wei Yan was better, the old patriarch was completely dumbfounded.

"Major General, you..." Wei Yan removed the handle of the knife, and pushed away the piles of books and maps on the couch to make room for Guan Ba ​​to sit. [

Guan Ba ​​smiled and said: "General Wei, this holding hands is actually taught by my father. My father said that this is called interlocking fingers and mutual bond between hearts." '

'When did I ever teach you this! Guan Ba ​​was in a panic when he suddenly heard footsteps outside, and then he saw Guan Ping in full military uniform, holding a sword and a halberd, striding forward, leading a group of people in.

'My lord. Seeing Guan Ping, Wei Yan hurriedly got up, went to the lobby, and bowed on one knee.

The old patriarch looked at his words and saw that Wei Yan had knelt down, knowing that the right master was coming, he hurriedly knocked on the ground with a thud.

Guan Ba ​​smirked a few times, quickly let go of Nightingale's hand, stepped forward to take Guan Ping's painting halberd, seeing that Nightingale was still standing beside him, he hurriedly used his eyes as big as copper gongs to show off.

How could the wild girl who grew up in the Nightingale Mountain stream know so many rules, she stared straight at Guan Ping without the slightest bit of fear.

Guan Xianzheng took the helmet that Guan Ping took off, and gave a rude drink. The guards behind heard the sound and were about to make a move.

Guan Ping pursed his lips and smiled, saying it was okay, he stepped forward to help Wei Yan up, and then grabbed the old chief.

The old chief knew that it was not time to get up yet, so he was still paralyzed on the ground, pleading: "General, Xiaomin didn't know the power of the army before... If there is, if there is..."

'OK OK. Guan Ping frowned, and signaled Wei Yan to forcibly pull the old man up, put him on the couch next to him, and said, "Although you have surrendered with your family, you are still punished. If you can help the army defeat Wu Ju, not only the past Don't pursue it anymore, there is another reward. '

What a shrewd old chief, he looked up cautiously, and was facing Guan Ping's slightly playful smile, his heart skipped a beat, as if he had fallen into the fire, and he was crying in his heart. Being cannon fodder is inevitable.

'Yes, yes, yes, the whole family of Xiou is willing to help the general in his great cause. '

Only then did Guan Ping nod in satisfaction, and waved his hand to make everyone retreat, leaving only Wei Yan and Xu Shu.

Everyone came out in a single file, but Guan Ba ​​stood there in a daze, with a bitter face, trembling lips, muttering, and that Nightingale was also standing beside Guan Ba.

'What, what's the matter? Guan Ping glanced sideways.

'Father, my son wants to marry Miss Nightingale. Guan Ba ​​glanced at the girl next to him, filled with infinite courage, and asked for advice.

Guan Ping smiled heartily, walked in front of Guan Ba, raised his hand and touched his head, which was taller than his own, and said, "Of course I have no objection to this matter, but after the war is over, after returning to Jiangxia, ask your mother Views. '