Nongmen's Charming Girl: The evil prince keeps chasing

Chapter 352
There were bursts of sneering, and Situ Moyuan frowned slightly.Feng Yi stared at the sky speechlessly, this group of evil spirits, can't they not please their master?

The master has been depressed and hot lately, and he doesn't have a good day. The rest of them would rather die, and spend every day in worry and fear...

Princess, please help!
Situ Moyuan is too lazy to waste words, so it's better to end this battle and go home early to marry a wife.

"Since the generals have forgotten their identities, this king will not be polite..." Situ Moyuan added a Shangfang sword in his hand.

The people headed by Fang Zhiyun slapped the table angrily.

"Ninth Prince, if you are so determined to go your own way, the lives of the soldiers will not be their lives?" Kou Wenzhi's words diverted the blame.

What about the prince?Of the [-] soldiers in the army, half are Fang Zhiyun's people, and some remain neutral and maintain their strength.

The majestic Ninth Prince, the polished commander, how will he die?
"Ninth Prince, the Holy One loves the people like a son, do you know that the prince is doing evil?" Wen Yonghao's face was black, filled with righteous indignation.

Zhang Donglei's eyes were full of anxiety: "My lord, you can't, the military adviser is not here, Xiling clearly set up a trick to catch Dongli's soldiers in one go."

Several generals under Fang Zhiyun spoke up one after another, and there was a lot of opposition, the atmosphere was awkward and the situation was tense.

Situ Moyuan's eyes were as deep as a cold pool: "Since the generals are not up to the task, it's better to leave the opportunity to those who need it."

Zhang Donglei and the others looked at each other, feeling a bad premonition in their hearts.

"Come here, Vice Marshal Fang was seriously injured and unable to participate in this operation. He was taken back to the tent and sent to guard him strictly. Zhang Donglei, Wen Yonghao, and Kou Wenzhi despised the Holy Majesty, blatantly clamoring, the army's morale is unstable, and they will be punished one hundred times. Stay here!" "

"Yes!" Feng waved his hand, and a group of soldiers in iron armor walked in, stepping forward to tie people up.

Fang Zhiyun kicked the table and smashed it: "Situ Moyuan, don't be arrogant, really think you are the leader of Tonglin?"

"Didn't Deputy Commander Fang see it with his own eyes? Take it down, and offenders will be killed without mercy!" Situ Moyuan hesitated to climb out of the abyss, and raised Shang Fang's sword high, his eyes icy cold.

The Iron Armored Army belongs to the Ninth Five-Year Lord, and its appearance now is enough to show everything.

Fang Zhiyun's eyes were scarlet, and he looked fiercely at Zhang Donglei and the others: "Don't do it yet? Are you waiting to die?"

Zhang Donglei and the others wake up like a dream, a hundred army sticks will be disabled if they don't die, it's better to drag Situ into the water.

The neutral faction retreated one after another, hiding in a safe place, trembling.

Fang Zhiyun's faction and Situ Moyuan's faction faced each other tit-for-tat and fought fiercely, causing chaos in the handsome tent...

After a stick of incense, Fang Zhiyun and others were scolded by the staff and thrown into their palms, guarded by the Iron Armored Army, so that no mosquito legs could fly in...

On the other side, Zhifeng vividly described everything that happened in the handsome tent, Huangfu Zhilan lay lazily on the lazy chair, almost collapsed from exhaustion.

A few girls are not much better, tired into a pool of mud.

Zhifeng couldn't laugh or cry, washed the fruit, cut it into small pieces, inserted toothpicks, and put them on the table.

The four gluttonous girls ate with great joy, driving away their exhaustion.

"Oh, boss, when will instant noodles be convenient?" Nangong Yue's eyes flickered slightly. She ate instant noodles two days ago and almost bit her tongue off, thinking about it all day long.

Shen Yingying and Feng Ruonan immediately regained their spirits, giggled, and gathered around Huangfu Zhilan, pinching their legs and beating their backs.

Huangfu Zhilan's head was full of black lines: "What's so delicious about instant noodles? Only rice noodles have soul... Er... What kind of expressions are you guys making?"

"Beat her!"

(End of this chapter)