Princess, the lord has come to beg for marriage again!

Chapter 332 There is a kind of beauty called incomplete beauty.

Chapter 332 There is a kind of beauty called incomplete beauty.

When Shen Qingwan saw the face in front of her, she became more and more annoyed as she looked at it, and her voice was full of yin.

"You'd better remember this sentence for Aijia, if you let Aijia hear in the future that you did something you shouldn't do, Aijia will kill you instead of simply slapping you twice. "

As soon as the words fell, he swung her hand violently, throwing her directly to the ground.

Suqing lay on the ground covering her face, rolling from side to side, howling in pain, blood leaked from between her fingers on her red and swollen face, and soon her five fingers were stained red.

Wan'er and Fei Cui knelt beside them, with their heads on the ground, they didn't dare to lift them up, as if they were in an ice cave, their whole bodies were cold.

Shen Qingwan stood up slowly, looked down at the shoes, there were a few drops of blood splashed on them, she frowned in disgust, and stepped on Su Qing's body a few times.

"You must always keep in mind that in this world, the Ai family hates your face the most! If it weren't for the prince, you thought the Ai family would keep you until now!
If I give you a humble life, you should cherish it, be a dog, and don't stand in the way of Aijia!
If Aijia sees you barking around and saying things that shouldn't be said again, just wait for someone to collect your body. "

After saying this, he withdrew his feet and left in a mighty manner with a group of people.

Wan'er and Fei Cui saw that the person had disappeared, so they rushed forward quickly and lifted Su Qing up.

"Miss, are you alright?"

Su Qing's face was pale, with cold sweat on his forehead, he gave Fei Cui a cold look, and raised his hand to slap her aside.

"Bitch, you can't be blind, my face is covered in blood, and you still ask me if I'm okay, are you an idiot!"

This question was obviously asked by Wan'er, but she raised her hand and slapped the jade out. It was obvious that she was on fire in her stomach, and she didn't want to beat her maid, so she could only find a ready-made punching bag.

Poor Jade's thin body, how could she resist her slap, she was slapped directly on the pillar of the gazebo, bleeding protruded from her forehead.

Wan'er glanced at her, helped Suqing to leave.

Qing'er's face was covered with blood, and when Shen Qingwan left, she stopped and kowtowed, and passed out directly.

With blood on her forehead, Fei Cui staggered over, helped her up from the ground, and followed her.

The Mid-Autumn Festival in the palace is destined to be restless, but the Mid-Autumn Festival outside the palace has a special feeling in my heart.

Outside Qiyang City, Wugeling.

Suyue is divided into radiance, Minghe is in the shadows, and the outside and the inside are clear.

Before dawn, the General's Mansion had already led the Tiger Roaring Army ready to go, and then joined the people from the Qiyang Palace and the Military Division's Mansion, and the army marched together.

Dugu Xuejiao originally wanted to ride a horse, but Duguduo vetoed it outright. Firstly, her mount was too ostentatious, and secondly, it was a baby lump after all, so she couldn't bear to endure hardships.

He lived in the wind and slept in the open. If he was exposed to the wind and the sun again, before the war was over, he would probably become a black iron egg.

Duguduo looked at his daughter's icy muscles and bones, he was not willing to let her bask on the horse, and it wasn't those brats with rough skin and thick flesh, who could do whatever they wanted.

Duguxue couldn't resist her father, so she could only obediently ride in the carriage.

Meteor was sitting in the car, still a little trembling, it was the first time he was on the battlefield at such a young age, how could he not be excited, from the moment he set off, the little boy kept plopping.

She was a little at a loss, with worries in front of her face, saying that swords and swords have no eyes on the battlefield, and she didn't know if she would come back alive.

In order to divert attention, he could only stare at his calm young lady.

Speaking of which, Dugu Xuejiao is a few years younger than the two of them, and she is still a daughter of a noble general's mansion, so why is she not panicking at all?

"Miss, are you not afraid of death at all?"

Meteor looked at her calm and composed face, and finally asked the question that he had been holding back all the way.

Dugu Xuejiao glanced at her, her glazed eyes were watery, as if thousands of stars had been crushed, but when she lowered her head, her original calm fell apart in an instant.

She raised her right wrist, pushed aside her sleeve, and sighed faintly when she saw the bright red Manjusawa on it.

"I'm afraid, how can I not be afraid? In this world, no one is more afraid of death than me."

Meteor looked at her puzzled, "Then why does Miss look so calm? She doesn't seem to care at all."

Just pretend to be strong.

What Dugu Xuejiao said was from the heart, she was indeed more afraid of death than anyone else, not because of fear of death, but because of her obsession and wish.

She was reborn with great difficulty in order to turn things around before the tragedy happened, save her family and herself.

If she really died on the battlefield, her vengeance has not been avenged, and the lives of her relatives have not been saved, wouldn't she vomit to death?
But she can't help it. The General's Mansion treats her like a treasure, and everyone holds her in their palms as a treasure to take care of. Even in order to repay their kindness, she must go to the battlefield. Extinct, repeat the same mistakes!
Even if you die, you have to go.

Seeing her sad expression, Meteor presumably believed her words, immediately took her hand and whispered comfort.

"I was relieved when I heard Miss say that. I thought I was the only one who was afraid. It turns out that Miss is also afraid of death. If this is the case, I won't be afraid."

Dugu Xuejiao couldn't laugh or cry, what kind of theory is this, but somehow it sounds reasonable.

Meteor chuckled, and suddenly fixed his gaze on her wrist, widening his eyes in surprise.

"My God, miss, why is there a flower on your wrist? What kind of flower is it? It's so beautiful! Did you draw it on yourself?"

As Meteor said, he wanted to touch it with his hands, but Dugu Xuejiao staggered his wrist and missed.

"That's right, this is what your miss and I drew before we set off. It's called the Flower of the God of War, and it can bless us in all battles!"

Dugu Xuejiao was talking nonsense without blushing or panting, how could she tell others about Manshushahua's secret, even if she told it, no one would believe it.

Meteor Xin nodded thoughtfully, but was full of curiosity, his eyes were almost on her wrist.

"But why did you only draw four petals? This flower looks so strange, although it is very beautiful."

Dugu Xuejiao rolled her eyes and started to make up again, like coaxing a child.

"There is a kind of beauty called incomplete beauty, do you know? Sometimes it doesn't have to be complete to be the most beautiful, and blank space is also a kind of beauty. Besides, it is said to be the flower of the god of war, so it is naturally different from other flowers. "

While talking, he took out a roll of red silk thread from his sleeve and wrapped it around his wrist, completely blocking the manshushahua.

Meteor blinked in surprise, "Miss, what is this? Why do you have to wrap a red thread around your wrist?

Could it be also to pray for victory in the war?Miss, you have changed, when did you become so convinced of these messy things.

You were not like this before, and taught us both not to believe in strange things. "

(End of this chapter)