Spicy Farming Wife:General's Busy In Chasing His wife

Lengzichang sat up straight, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and asked:

"When is it?"

The old servant replied, "it's quarter past eleven."

"It's a quarter past eleven." Leng Mingyan murmured and asked, "haven't you heard back yet?"

The old servant shook his head and didn't dare to answer.

Lengzichang already knows the answer.

Those sent out reported to him before they started. If they succeeded, I'm afraid there would have been news back long ago.

But now it's quarter past eleven, but no news has come back.

There are only two possibilities.

One is that the battle is not over, and the message cannot be sent back.

The other is the total annihilation of the army.

"Master, you'd better heal as soon as possible. The battle in Dongshu should not be over yet." The old servant comforted.

Lengzichang snorted coldly, waved his hand and said, "you don't understand."

If ye Ruien is seriously injured, the situation should be similar to that of himself. He sent out so many people that he could take him seriously.

Not only enough to win, the battle will soon end.

But if his injury was not so serious and he sent so many people, they would all be killed.

Now this situation is within his expectation.

"After all these years, Wuxiang city is still so powerful." Lengzichang suddenly sighed.

I don't know whether it's ridicule or real praise.

He got up and said, "let's deal with all the people of the Xishi royal family. After preparing for so long, we should always take a seat in that position, otherwise it would be too bad."

"Master." The old servant looked worried.

Lengzichang lightly waved his hand: "if you go, you can go. There's so much nonsense."

The old servant bowed his head and dared not say more. He stepped back and turned to arrange.

Leng Zichang said again, "let's do it tonight. Tomorrow morning, we will be emperor."

"Yes."

The old servant retired, but his face was full of worry.

Lengzichang got up, stood in front of the window, looked at the outside of the house with no moonlight and stars, and the corners of his lips slowly aroused a smile:

"I've been busy for so long, but I still failed."

"However, I still want to take a seat in that position. It's just a little mean."

"Old man, look, you've been dead for so many years and you can be the supreme emperor. Will you be proud of my son, ha ha..."

"Ha ha ha..."

Lengzichang suddenly laughed. He laughed wildly and coughed violently.

The old servant was outside the house, listening to the fierce cough inside, sighed secretly, touched the tears in the corners of his eyes and bowed away.

"Let's move, Xishi royal family members, no one will stay. Tomorrow, the world will be announced. Xishi country will be named Leng and Chang from now on."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Several voices came from the dark.

Silence soon returned.

The old servant bowed back to the room, stood silently at the door, and guarded lengzichang who was healing alone without saying a word.

It was late at night. He stood with his head down, eyes slightly closed, and scenes from a long time ago flashed in his mind.

At that time, he was a child, eight or six?

Or smaller.

The man appeared in front of him, handed him a steamed stuffed bun and asked him, "would you like to follow me?"

Since then, he has followed him for more than 90 years.

For more than 90 years, he has grown so old that he thought he could see his wish come true.

"Hey."

The old man sighed and looked up to the West.

That direction is the direction of Xishi palace.

At this moment, it should be a river of blood.