Destiny Phoenix

Chapter 72

The day when the King of War went to Jingnan.

Mo Zhanhua is wearing a purple gold dragon battle armor, a tiger-head body shield on both shoulders, and a cold moon knife on his waist, exuding a kind of iron-blooded fortitude galloping on the battlefield from top to bottom.He stood outside the city gate, behind him was the uniform and majestic army of the King of War.The wind blew, and the battle robes rattled, and the iron-blooded fortitude carried a somewhat daunting chill.

The emperor stood in the crowd and saw the army off in person.

"Aiqing has worked hard all the way, and I am waiting for the good news of your triumphant return!" She picked up the practice wine with her own hands and brought it in front of him.

"I will live up to my king's entrustment!" Mo Zhanhua swung his cloak, knelt down on one knee, took the wine from the emperor's hands with both hands, and drank it all in one gulp.

Farewell to the king, he turned over and stepped on the fire dragon horse, and waved his hand, "The Zhan Wangjun obeys the order and starts immediately!"

"Buzz-buzz-buzz—"

The sound of the trumpet sounded, and the army marched out of the city in neat steps.

On the teahouse not far away, Feng Qingge looked at the army of the King of War that was drifting away with a sad and lonely expression.

Ever since she was frightened by the rabbit, she was bedridden. In just a few days, she lost several laps. The excessive weight loss made her look very haggard.

She didn't look away sadly until the team went from big to small and finally turned into a black dot and disappeared into the distance.

The army marched ten miles outside the city, Mo Zhanhua slowed down, and said to Zhan Ying and Feng Qi behind him: "You two lead the army and continue to move forward. After two hours, the king will join the army at the triangle slope .”

After all, he hit his horse and galloped forward quickly.

After passing a fork in the road not far away, he turned his horse's head, bypassed the army and returned to the city.

Inside Tanzhou City, Feng Qingyao and Bai Xiu were sitting in a carriage.At the feet of the two, each placed a bamboo basket full of food.

The carriage is traveling from north to south.

"Miss, today is the day when the King of War goes to war. More than half of the people in the city, including the emperor, have sent him off in person. Why don't you go to see the excitement?" Bai Xiu asked curiously while walking.

On her face, there is still a circle of red marks drawn out by the sycamore leaves last night.

"The emperor sent him because he fought for the emperor, and the people sent him to defend their home and country. What would I send him for?" Feng Qingyao asked indifferently.

Because of his cleverness, his father is still ill.

send him-

Sending him to see Hades is almost the same!

Glancing resentfully at the outside of the car curtain, for some reason, she felt faintly uneasy.

All the way without a word, the carriage arrived in the south of the city.

Today she came to curry favor with the little beggar who lived in the ruined temple in the south of the city!
These little beggars played an immeasurable role in her spreading the fact that the King of War does not lift up.Without their strong network, no matter how shocking her news is, it would be impossible to make it known to everyone in just half a day without any auxiliary communication tools.

In addition to thanking, she also wanted to recruit them and train them to become the first batch of intelligence agents.

Just as he was thinking about how to speak, the carriage stopped suddenly.

"Why did you stop?" Bai Xiu asked the groom quickly.

Feng Qingyao remained silent, and stretched her head to look outside. It turned out that it was an oncoming carriage blocking their way.

Just as he was about to tell them to leave first, he saw the other guard rushing in front of his carriage, ordering arrogantly and unreasonably: "Stand back, let my young master go first! If you delay your return to the mansion, you can't bear the responsibility!"

Swallowing back all the words she hadn't spoken yet, she smiled and said calmly: "Who owns a dog, you don't even know how to tie it on a leash before going out."

"It's someone from another family, who doesn't know how to weigh his identity before speaking!" The luxuriously dressed man stepped down from the carriage.He was holding a long whip, his eyes were cold, and he had a label all over his body—not to be messed with!

(End of this chapter)