The unlucky county princess and the crown prince

Liang Qi slowly released the handle of his sword and snorted, "when I was fighting in the South and North, I was still a yellow haired boy. Now I have a big shelf. I won several battles, but I don't even pay attention to him?"

Chu Yao said coldly: "where does Liang Shuai say this? Ganye rebelled, and the army of Southern Xinjiang retreated and suffered heavy losses. Our Lord, with the emperor's imperial edict, led troops to southern Xinjiang to fight against the rebellion. There were countless loyal soldiers who poured their blood on Southern Xinjiang. Jiangxia army paid such a high price, only to maintain the peace of Southern Xinjiang and the well-being of the people, I'm not grateful. I'm still so angry. Are you dissatisfied with the emperor's will? "

Chu Yao is famous for his eloquence. Liang Qi sees that he pokes his pain and says that his old face is so angry that he stomps his feet and leaves angrily. He says, "today, the Lord can't see us. Tomorrow, we will come back. We don't believe that. Before leaving Southern Xinjiang, the Lord won't let us make the best of our friendship?"

After racking their brains to get Liang Shuai away, Chu Yao and Feng Wei are all relieved. Chu Li's upright posture appears behind the curtain, with a cold expression, but to the point, "he's suspicious. You've already made preparations."

Chu Yao and Feng Wei look at each other, and both of them see fear and confusion in their eyes. Under the guidance of the Lord for many years, they are not short of the wind of generals. No matter how difficult the war is, they can keep absolutely calm. But the Lord is like their elder brother. He is brotherly and affectionate, and he would rather die himself, as long as the Lord can survive the disaster safely.

After entering the room, Chu Li prepared a piece of gauze for them and calmly said: "cover your mouth and nose."

"So we can prevent the plague from spreading?" Feng Wei looked at a piece of gauze in his hand and said with suspicion.

"No Chu Li is very straightforward.

"And you..." Feng Wei is about to attack. Is this Chu Shizi here to play tricks on himself?

Chu from light way: "go to battle to kill enemy, put on armor, also can't guarantee you safe and sound, but always better than barehanded."

"Ali, I know your kindness, but I don't need it." Chu Yao's voice was deep. "I believe the Lord will be able to make good fortune. He will be fine, and neither will we."

"That's right!" Feng Wei threw the gauze and said, "take us to see the Lord."

Chu leaves on the face even a trace of extra facial expression all have no, seem not unexpected, "come in."

The king of Jiangxia, who was so powerful that the enemy was terrified, was lying quietly on the bed of the camp. His handsome face was as angular as before, but his face was paler than usual. But his fierce eyes, which seemed to make the enemy fly away, were tightly closed and silent at the moment, making him not look like a stranger.

Is it so quiet that I can't hear the breath of the Lord?

Chu Yao and Feng Wei both breathed. The iron man's eyes were full of tears, but he didn't want anyone to see his vulnerability. He knelt down in front of the king's bed and lowered his head. "I'll see you at last."

They didn't look up, just looking forward to hearing the rich and deep voice of the Lord as usual, "get up."

But this time, after waiting for a long time, there was no response in the dead tent. Chu Yao took a deep breath and raised his head. The Lord taught them that for so many years, the soul of the army of Jiangxia had gone deep into the marrow. He secretly vowed that no matter what happened, he would never let him down.