There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 1739 412: Xuanyuan becomes a demon

Concubine Liu was so painful that she couldn't straighten her waist, so she knelt down just in time to put her head on shoes and socks for Nanhuang.

Just put on a pair of soft-soled quick boots, and before he had time to trim the corners of his neat robe, Nanhuang walked past her as soon as he raised his leg. The corner of the robe slipped past her bun and caught a strand of her hair , she hurriedly stretched out her hand to press it, but still a few hairs were taken away by his swift footsteps.

The Nanhuang who hurried to the empty hall saw that the hall door was wide open, Xuanyuan Jinhong had passed out in the hall, and beside him were five corpses scattered all over the place, they were the people who were ordered to torture him tonight.

When I walked over to check, I saw that they had just passed away. The cause of death was the same as Qi Jianmu's. They both died of exhaustion. There was no scar on their bodies, and their eyes were round, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

Nan Huang heard a rush of wind behind him, turned his head to look, but saw Nan Moli jumped down from the hall, clasped his fists and said to him: "Your Majesty, when I arrived just now, this is what this place looks like. "

Nanhuang's eyes were piercing, and he slowly moved to Xuanyuan Jinhong who was lying on the ground.I saw that his whole body was like overcooked shrimp, so red that the color of fire was shining from the skin.

Could it be that that person used internal force to heal his wounds?It looked like Xuanyuan Jinhong had absorbed his internal energy.

With a heartbeat, he stretched out his hand to press Xuanyuan Jinhong's pulse, and felt his pulse beating so fast, as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

Shaking his head, it wouldn't be him.

One is that he has been by his side for many years, and he is very clear about the fact that he has never practiced martial arts.

Second, if it was his own kung fu, he would definitely not forcibly absorb so much internal energy. It would be too dangerous to do so if he was not careful.

It's just that he never imagined in his dreams that this Xuanyuan Jinhong had never practiced martial arts, but accidentally obtained the world's most treasured and most vicious universe prehistoric.According to the practice recorded in the book, although he is very talented, he has no master who explained it to him, so he doesn't know how to control it.

Nanhuang felt that Xuanyuan Jinhong's body temperature seemed to be rising continuously, and he would definitely die if this continued.

Didn't the man want to save him?No, if you don't want to save him, why bother to go to such lengths, with that person's skill, he can take Xuanyuan Jinhong's life with just one strike.

Nanhuang only felt a burst of anger rise suddenly, grabbed Xuanyuan Jinhong's body, and fell heavily to the outside of the hall, no matter whether it was cold or hard, it would kill Xuanyuan Jinhong in an instant.

The wound on Xuanyuan Jinhong's body burst open suddenly, and he was thrown out of the hall from the hall as if flying in the air, and blood gushed out like a jet.

The maids and eunuchs who rushed to hear the sound from outside the palace showed expressions of unbearable, but none of them dared to step forward, but silently lowered their heads. No one could bear His Majesty's anger.

Xuanyuan Jinhong only felt that his entire back was hit by a heavy hammer, and his spine seemed to be broken.Dimly opened his eyes, but didn't see the familiar carved beams and painted buildings, but within reach, there were stars all over the sky.

Pain, burning pain.

I suddenly felt a fishy sweetness in my throat, opened my mouth, and a mist of blood sprayed out from my mouth.

With the spit out of a mouthful of blood, it seemed that the scorching heat in his chest also decreased a lot.The will gradually became a little clearer, and the scene in front of him became clearer.

Long Yanxiang's breath slowly drifted from far to near, and he shrank subconsciously.

I heard a cold tone ringing above my head: "You are still alive? Unexpectedly, you have lived longer than my warrior. Now that you have woken up, let's talk about who is that person?"

Xuanyuan Jinhong closed his eyes slowly, and the burning sensation on his body had almost disappeared by now.The gushing blood also slowly stopped.A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he sat up with his arms.

"It's a young man." Xuanyuan Jinhong started making things up. Since he wanted an opponent, he should make one up for him.

He still has thousands of clansmen in his hands, he can't die, how can he bear to die after seeing hope just now.

While thinking about it, he said slowly: "He didn't want to save me, but he was bored, so he came here to play."

"Bored? Come here to play?" Nanhuang stared closely at Xuanyuan Jinhong's eyes, as if trying to judge the authenticity of his words.

Xuanyuan Jinhong panted heavily, and his voice was weak, "He said that all the people under His Majesty's command are full of wine and food, and no matter how many he sends, he can kill them one by one."

Nanhuang and Nan Moli looked at each other.

This master, is he really bored and came here to play?

They don't believe it, but the facts don't allow them to not believe it.

If he wanted to save Xuanyuan Jinhong, how could he let him go...

This matter is very strange.

Nanhuang lightly kicked Xuanyuan Jinhong's face with his toe, and slowly uttered a few words: "Wash clean and serve the bed."

Xuanyuan Jinhong's whole body froze, trembling all over, bowed his head and kowtowed down.

However, Nan Moli suddenly appeared and came in front of the Southern Emperor, holding a scroll in both hands, and said: "Your Majesty, Yue Xiangxi sent someone to send a picture scroll, saying that His Majesty should open it himself, and that His Majesty should take a look at it. After that, I must be happy, my subordinates have checked it, and it is not poisonous."

Nanhuang frowned, and an unknown light flashed in his eyes.

Taking the picture scroll casually, he wanted to see what picture scroll Yue Xiangxi gave him.

With a frivolous and casual smile, Nanhuang slowly unfolded the scroll.

The paper is the best Xuetao paper, and the ink is Yuntouyan, which is more expensive than gold, but these are just ordinary things in the eyes of the emperor.

But at the moment when such an ordinary picture scroll unfolded, Nanhuang's whole body seemed to be cast with a spell of immobilization.

Nanhuang stood still, the smile on his face seemed to be frozen, and his eyes were eager and even crazy.

His hands trembled, as if all the uneasiness and pain in his heart burst out in an instant.

On the picture scroll is a young man with a bookish look, standing in front of the camp, holding a red lacquered tray with a list of dishes and bowls on it.

The man had a lazy smile on his face, as if he was in a very happy mood, his long hair was tied up behind his head, and the long gown on his body seemed to be fluttering with the wind, moving violently.

In the background is Princess Xiyue's army having a carnival, singing around clusters of bonfires. This is obviously a recent picture.

Nanhuang's hands trembled more and more, and the light and fluffy painting seemed to hold a thousand pounds in his hands.

He stretched out trembling fingers and slowly stroked the cheek of the person in the painting, muttering to himself: "Impossible, this is impossible, how can there be such a similar person in the world. Who is he? Who is he?"

Nan Moli frowned, and the moment his eyes moved to the scroll, he felt that the blood in his whole body was icy cold. It was so similar. Could it be that there are people portrayed in the same mold in this world?
Nanhuang suddenly raised his head, grabbed Nan Moli's arm with one hand, and instantly exerted [-]% of his strength.

Nan Moli only felt a sudden pain in his arm, and he didn't dare to resist with force, so he gritted his teeth and replied, "The person from Yue Xiangxi said that this is a cook in his barracks..."

cook?

The anger in Nanhuang's heart rose, how could he be a cook?Those hands carved from white jade have distinct joints, are slender and slender, how can these hands be wronged to be frying and frying in the kitchen!In an instant, he wanted to kill all the people who had eaten the food he cooked. They were not worthy, and no one in this world was worthy except himself!
His gaze returned to the scroll, which was extremely vivid, and the person on the painting seemed to be looking at him,
It was as if a pair of eyes were looking at him with a lazy smile.Nanhuang suddenly hugged the scroll into his arms.

Nan Moli lowered his head and let out a sigh of relief.

Injustice, injustice...

Nanhuang raised his head suddenly, and said to Nan Moli: "Pass on my order, don't kill a single soldier in the opponent's barracks, especially, don't kill the cook!"

Nan Moli slowed down, looked at Nanhuang with deep eyes, and said: "They sent this scroll, presumably to make us mess up the battle, Your Majesty must not be fooled."

Nan Moli wanted to say that Chen Lin was dead, and this person was nothing more than someone who looked similar to Chen Lin.

When the words came to his mouth, he stopped again.

Chen Lin has always been a thorn in His Majesty's heart. No matter who talks about him, if he is careless, he will be killed. Although His Majesty thinks highly of him, compared with Chen Lin, he is nothing...

"I want to get him, you find a way to get him, no matter what conditions they offer." Nanhuang said firmly, with a tone that did not retort.

Nan Moli frowned.

If he had known that what Yue Xiangxi sent someone to send was a picture scroll that looked very similar to Chen Lin, no matter what, he would never bring it here.

Only Chen Lin can really influence His Majesty. His Majesty's love for Chen Lin has surpassed everything else.

"Yue Xiangxi did it on purpose. He won't easily give... this cook to us. Your Majesty, the battle ahead is tense, so we should focus on the war." If you want to get the cook, you can plan slowly, but if If the war is not handled with caution, the southern kingdom will perish if it is not careful.

This time their opponents are really too strong...

Nanhuang didn't look at him, instead he raised his head, his eyes seemed to pass through the sky, through life and death, through the world and nature.He murmured like a dreamer: "Do you know that compared to him, everything in this world is not worth mentioning? If he can accompany me, no matter what the price is, it will be worth it."

"Your Majesty!" Nan Moli suddenly became anxious, and immediately burst out with an angry voice, "It's just a somewhat similar person. If it were him, Nan Moli would naturally not say a word, and then Your Majesty should be whatever you want. But the person in the portrait is not the right age, and the figure is not the same, this is clearly another person, so is it necessary to give up a great opportunity for such a person?"

He unconsciously used his inner strength in his angry voice, and the thick and long inner breath mixed with the words like a storm continued to spit out from his mouth, which made Nanhuang's brain, which was still hot just now, wake up a little bit.

After a long sigh, he said, "What you said is that I lost my composure."

Nanhuang's eyes quickly regained clarity, and a cold and ruthless expression reappeared on his face, and he said softly: "Send someone to talk, and see what kind of conditions Princess Xiyue wants, if possible , I still hope that he can come to my side."

Nan Moli nodded, but he never let go of his uneasiness.Even though the words in Nanhuang's mouth were so cold, he never let go of the picture scroll that was tightly embraced by him.

Nanhuang had already turned around, holding the picture scroll in his arms, his footsteps seemed a bit vain, and he walked eagerly towards the harem.

Nan Moli watched his leaving back with a look of determination in his eyes. He turned his head to look at the direction where Princess Xiyue's army was gathering, with a murderous intent in his eyes.

Nan Moli made a decision almost the moment he saw Nanhuang's back.

Bring the person in the picture scroll back, if it doesn't work, just kill him.

Sending the picture scroll is a tentative move.His majesty is resolute, decisive, and even more courageous than others, but only when he encounters that person will he be confused.

What's more, there is another possibility, that is, there is no such person in the world, and the other party is just bluffing, trying to completely mess up Nanhuang's mind.

He always has to take a look for himself to know the reality of the other party!
A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, it is said in the world that dragons have reversed scales, whoever touches them will die, that person must be His Majesty's reversed scales.

Turning his head and glanced at the guard hiding in the dark, he said with a bit of determination that he hadn't noticed, "Wu Pengjing! Come out!"

A figure flashed out of the darkness like a ghost, with an ordinary face, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, if thrown into the crowd, it would be instantly submerged, and there would never be anyone Take a second look.

It's just a pair of eyes, with a faint green light glowing in the night, like the most vicious wolf on the grassland.

As soon as the fierce light appeared, it was hidden in the night, without clues.

"Did someone enter or leave the hall just now?" Nan Moli's voice was cold, like a piece of shattered ice in the cold night.

Wu Pengjing hesitated for a moment, and a trace of annoyance flashed across his heart.After a long while, he lowered his head and said with a bit of reluctance: "This subordinate has been guarding here, and entered the temple immediately when he heard the sound, but still did not catch the slightest trace of that person. This subordinate is incompetent, I am ashamed of the entrustment of the general."

Nan Moli shook his head slowly, and said in a deep voice: "This person dares to provoke His Majesty, he must be really capable, maybe he is the inheritor of the great law of the universe. Since he is a famous teacher, he also learned from the world. One-wait and one-on-one kung fu. Small tricks like sneaking and hiding are naturally not a problem, and if you can drain the internal energy of five people in an instant, you are no match for him."

Xuanyuan Jinhong maintained this kneeling posture, but secretly wiped a cold sweat in his heart. Since he practiced, he can hear almost everyone's footsteps, and can even judge how many people are around him from the sound of breathing Come.But this Wu Pengjing was always outside the hall, and he didn't notice it at all.

It wasn't until he was ordered to show up that he knew that there was another person outside the temple.

Holding his breath, Xuanyuan Jinhong listened to the breathing of the two people who were talking.

Nan Moli's breath was thick and long, and it sounded like endless waves in his ears, carrying a deterrent force like overwhelming rivers and seas.

But Wu Pengjing's breath seemed to be nothing, as if the lightest butterfly shook its wings.If you don't concentrate, you can easily ignore the past.

Wu Pengjing lowered his head at this time, and a ruthless intention of fighting rose in his heart, with viciousness in his eyes, and said: "It's better to set up a net in the palace, and call all the secret guards under your command, at all costs Capture this man."

Nan Moli pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head.

Now is not the time, a person similar in appearance to that person appeared, this is the key point, it would not be wise to distract yourself from dealing with a successor of magic skills at this time.

What's more, that person doesn't know whether he is an enemy or a friend. Experts in the outside world often act surreptitiously and have eccentric temperaments. If they really offend him, they will make another enemy before the battle.

The most important thing now is to spy on the enemy's camp at night and bring back the person who looks similar to that person.

The successor of the magic skill can wait to deal with it later, after all, this person has not harmed Nanhuang at all.

Wu Pengjing still felt a bit unwilling, but the military order was like a mountain, but he didn't dare to say anything more, he just agreed bitterly, and a sense of struggle arose in his heart, if that person came again, he would try his best not to say anything. , keep him too!
It is really annoyed that one person killed five of his brothers without making a sound, but he didn't even see whether the other person was long or flat.

"Stay here carefully, don't let this lowly slave be plundered away again. Now His Majesty's mind is unstable, and there must be no more trouble." A little on the ground, it soars into the sky like a roc.

Wu Pengjing looked up and saw Nan Moli, who was as light as a swallow under the cover of night, disappeared outside the palace wall like lightning.

Glancing bitterly at Xuanyuan Jinhong, who was still kneeling on the ground, he cursed in a low voice: "Broom star! You bastard, for you, you have even ruined six of my brothers."

Hatred suddenly rose in his heart, and as soon as he lifted his leg, he kicked Xuanyuan Jinhong, intending to kick him back to the palace, and then hid in the dark again and waited for the mysterious master to appear.

Wu Pengjing was already angry in his heart, and Nan Moli didn't agree with his plan, so he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

If he didn't know that he couldn't kill Xuanyuan Jinhong, he would have wished to kill this lowly slave, even so, Wu Pengjing still exerted [-]% of his strength in this kick.

The soap-colored short boots flew up, with the faint sound of wind and thunder, and hit Xuanyuan Jinhong in the middle of his chest in an instant.Xuanyuan Jinhong only felt a huge pressure squeezing his internal organs, and when his dantian became hot, a hot breath rose up like a flame and went straight to his chest.

Layers of cold sweat suddenly appeared on the head.

Although Wu Pengjing had no intention of killing him, the moment his toes touched Xuanyuan Jinhong's ribs, he still couldn't help but vomit his internal energy, wanting to break some of his ribs, so as to dispel his grievances.

Wu Peng mirror master is well-known, and what he learns is the authentic pure Yin inner breath.

For 20 years without stopping day and night, his kung fu has long been among the best.

At this time, he kicked with hatred, and kicked Xuanyuan Jinhong's Tanzhong acupoint on his chest. He pushed his internal force forward and wanted to break his ribs, but he didn't hear the sound of his ribs breaking as expected.

On the contrary, the internal force that contained the pure yin aura that he handed out disappeared without a trace like a bull in mud.

Surprised, he wanted to pull his feet back, but found that his feet seemed to be stuck in Xuanyuan Jinhong's chest, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

I have been practicing martial arts for 20 years, and I have never encountered such a strange situation. I was so terrified in my heart that I wanted to shout, but no matter what, I couldn't make a sound.

I just feel that the internal energy in my body is like the Yangtze River bursting its embankment, just like the flood of the Yellow River, it is out of my control, and the surging internal energy is continuously gushing out from the Yongquan point on my feet.

Xuanyuan Jinhong suffered a severe blow to his chest, and his body reacted naturally.

The inner breath that has not dissipated just now rises along the dantian, and is scorched by the heat all over his body as if he is about to be roasted to death.Suddenly, he felt a coolness pouring in from the painful Tanzhong acupoint, and he felt a lot more comfortable all over his body.

In desperation, there is no time to think about it, just like a stream of clear spring suddenly coming to a thirsty person in the desert.A strong desire rose in my heart, and I could only suck it desperately.

The Tanzhong acupoint is originally a large acupoint of the human body, and it was Wu Pengjing himself who sent out the first internal force, as if opening the gate for Xuanyuan Jinhong, and naturally activated the magic power, using the pure yin in Wu Pengjing's body He calmed down the dryness and heat all over his body.

Xuanyuan Jinhong only practiced magic skills for a few days, but the coincidence was unprecedented.The body was forced to the brink of death several times, relying on the strong survival instinct to naturally trigger the reaction.

If it were an ordinary master teaching his disciples, he would definitely not want to let his disciples suffer the torture of life and death again and again.

It was only at this time that Xuanyuan Jinhong used his magic kung fu for the first time, which was completely different from the previous passive endurance.

While constantly urging his skills to absorb the inner breath of Wu Pengjing's body, he guided the pure Yin Qi that entered the body to travel through the meridians on his body to calm the burning pain.

Xuanyuan Jinhong naturally mastered the most exquisite inhalation link of magic kung fu.

It was too late, but it was soon, all these changes were completed in an instant of three or five breaths.

There was still disbelief in Wu Pengjing's eyes, a pair of pupils that had lost all luster fixedly stared at Xuanyuan Jinhong, opened his mouth wide, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, the expression on his face was horrified and inexplicable, as if suddenly During this time, I encountered a demon and a ghost.

It turns out...it turns out that the heir to the magic art is Xuanyuan Jinhong...

They... they all fell for it...

Xuanyuan Jinhong is not dead, and more people will die by his hands in the future...

No one would have imagined that the person they looked down on the most was the heir to the magic kung fu, and his brothers were also killed by his hands.

Wu Pengjing wanted to kill him, but now that he couldn't protect himself, how could he kill him.

Wu Pengjing's inner breath was sucked clean in an instant, and his bones were broken inch by inch. In the great pain, his body lay limp on the ground like a puddle of mud, and his death was horrifying. .

Xuanyuan Jinhong maintained a kneeling posture, as if he was worshiping Wu Pengjing who had lost all vitality.

The muscles all over his body jumped tightly, and the clothes that had already been worn out bulged up on him as if they had been blown full of air.

In the silence under the night, everyone has fallen asleep, leaving only this strange and chilling scene outside the gorgeous palace.

With the release of breath from the clothes on his body, the worn clothes fell on Xuanyuan Jinhong's body again.It seemed that everything that happened just now was just an illusion.

Xuanyuan Jinhong slowly stood up from the ground, carefully controlling the true qi in his body to slowly radiate from his body.

Xuanyuan Jinhong let out a sigh of satisfaction, let go of his hands, and without looking at the limp corpse on the ground, he stepped straight over, returned to the hall and sat cross-legged, practicing silently.

Nan Moli performed lightness kung fu and jumped out of the palace, and headed towards the location of Yang Churuo and the others' army under the cover of night.

Chu Kingdom, Yue Kingdom and Bing Kingdom, the teams of the Allied Forces of the Three Kingdoms are still in the midst of singing and dancing.

Legs of lamb, wild rabbits, and large pieces of beef were roasted on the fire with a three-pronged iron fork. The skin was greasy and exuded an attractive aroma.A drop or two of animal fat fell into the fire, and there was a clear crackling sound, which was quickly covered up by the noise.

Seeing the unbearable noise and bustle in the camp, Nan Moli frowned slightly, knocked down a drunk with lightning speed, quickly changed into his clothes, and put on his clothes when he heard A person behind him shouted, "Lao Zhang, hurry up, it takes so much time to pee!"

A smell of drunkenness came from behind him. When he turned around, he saw a soldier who had already been drunk, walking like a toddler, shaking a few times with every step, and staggering towards him.

Only then did he condense a surge of internal force, and he was about to attack.But the man stopped in his tracks, stared at his own face with a pair of dim drunken eyes, and said cursingly: "You son of a bitch, it's not that Zhang Laosan can't say a word? Why did I go so far?" He turned around while speaking. Turning around, while calling Zhang Laosan's name, he looked elsewhere.

Nan Moli heaved a sigh of relief, covered his handsome face with deep and distinct features with the soldier's hat, and walked towards the depths of the camp.

Since he is a cook, he should be in the kitchen.Nan Moli searched with his eyes, and had already reached the center of the camp before he knew it.

In the center of the camp was a huge case, which seemed to be pieced together with countless tables. On it were plates more than two feet long, filled with all kinds of raw and cooked meat.

A few scattered daggers were randomly thrown on the table, as if they were used for cutting flesh.It seems that this place should not be far from the kitchen.

Nan Moli was thinking, imitating the drunken state of the man just now, restraining his inner breath, making his footsteps look weak, and stumbled to the table, holding the table with one hand, leaning on the edge of the table with his body limp as if unable to stand .A pair of shining eyes could not see the slightest hint of alcohol.

He secretly searched up and down the barracks with his eyes, wondering where that person would be.

Suddenly a big hand patted his shoulder, and a face that also smelled of alcohol came closer.The man giggled: "Little brother, our general is drunk, please go to the kitchen and bring a bowl of hangover soup."

Nan Moli acted as if he was too drunk to know east, west, north, south, east, west, north, south, east, west, and north. He let go of all his strength and squinted his eyes to look around in a daze.

The soldier reeking of alcohol laughed out loud, pointed in one direction and said, "Don't try to be lazy, over there, go and come back quickly, I'll be waiting."

While speaking, he pushed Nan Moli's back with his hand.

Nan Moli tensed his back, but found that the pawn just let go of his hand after a light push like brothers laughing.

The soldier muttered, "What a body of flesh." As if he suddenly remembered something, he turned his head and stood by the table, picked up a dagger, stuck a piece of meat into his mouth, and started chewing.

Seeing him, Nan Moli didn't become suspicious. He staggered a step in the direction of his force, and walked towards the kitchen he was pointing at. He didn't see the drunken soldier behind him turn around, his eyes were cold and slightly cold , Where is the slightest drunk.

The corner of Sikong Lingxiu's mouth twitched into a sneer, what the princess said was right, as long as a picture scroll passed by, the Southern Emperor would definitely be unable to hold back.

Turning over and walking out of the tent, Princess Xiyue's cold voice rang in my ears, "How is it? How's your skill?"

In the military tent, Princess Xiyue sat in the middle, surrounded by masters of the nine dragons, everyone walked like a dragon and a tiger, with a clear and serious look on their faces, which was like two people with the soaring laughter outside the tent. world.

Sikong Lingxiu cupped his fists and bowed to Princess Xiyue, "Princess expected well, but this time, it's not an ordinary general, but Nan Moli."

The nine dragons looked at each other in blank dismay, all shocked.

Nan Moli...

It turned out that Nan Moli came in person...

It seems that Chen Lin's position in Nanhuang's heart is much more important than they imagined.

Princess Xiyue smiled calmly, and her cold eyes swept across Jiang Limo's body like sharp knives. "How about the things you arranged?"

"Back to the princess, everything has been arranged, we only need to wait until Pingcheng, and then we can act." All the generals were furiously looking forward to the battle.

Is it Nan Moli?Is he the number one expert in the southern country?

He didn't believe that under their layer upon layer design, could he still be alive?

This time, even if it is cheap for him, otherwise even if he does not die, he will have to peel off a layer of skin.

When Jiang Limo met Princess Xiyue's eyes, he was shocked all over, and said in the middle of his mouth, "You...you discuss important military and national affairs, so I don't need to listen?"

He had just fallen asleep, but was picked up from the bed by Ma Wang.

Thinking that a war broke out, I was trembling and wanted to find a safe place to sneak in and hide.

Who knew that Ma Wanglian dragged him out of the tent, only to see that there was still singing and dancing outside the tent.

Are these people addicted to eating their own cooking?

Although it's a good thing to be praised for your exquisite workmanship, it's not worth not letting people sleep, right?
Just as he was puzzled, he wanted to raise his head to ask a few questions, but he saw Ma Wang's face stretched long and stern, as if a layer of frost had formed on it.

Shrinking his neck, the talent is under the eaves, and he must bow his head when he should.

Isn't it just getting up in the middle of the night to cook a meal, it doesn't hinder anything, just do it.

Who knew that she was carried into the military tent, only to find that Princess Xiyue and the core figures of her subordinates were all in the tent.

Looking at him with indescribable eagerness, it didn't seem like he wanted to eat, but he seemed to want to eat him.

As soon as he was put down, he rubbed his feet and moved a little bit to the corner of the military tent, only to find that several people in the military tent were talking about offense and defense.

As a cook myself, I couldn't understand what these people were talking about, so I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, propping my head with my hands and beating my head.

At this time, Xiyue swept Han Shuo's eyes with any substance, and shivered with fright.

Ma Wang glanced at him with contempt, it is strange for a man to be so timid.

He couldn't help but contemptuously said: "Hey, you are a cook anyway, you always have to kill chickens and fish, right? Have you always seen blood? Why do you look like a bitch."

Jiang Limo waved his hands again and again, and said, "No, no, they killed him and brought the blood to the kitchen. I'm a chef, not a handyman!"

When it comes to his own job, Jiang Limo has more confidence. When it comes to martial arts, he can't beat anyone here, but when it comes to cooking, he is a first-class master.

It's a pity that their battles were too bloody. Although I am grateful for the life-saving grace, I can't help at all.Jiang Limo was a little frustrated.

The guards of the military tent were surrounded by laughter and bursts of laughter seeped in from the gaps in the military tent, but they couldn't infect the atmosphere in the military tent at all.

Hearing a few conversations between Ma Wang and Jiang Limo, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.How can you count on this person?
Princess Xiyue's gaze flickered, and she slowly crossed Ma Wang's cheek. Ma Wang turned his head slightly and muttered, "What am I doing? I have flowers on my face."

Princess Xiyue suddenly showed a smile.That smile is like sunshine in spring, which makes people feel warm in their hearts.She said slowly: "Mawang, go and change Jiang Limo's clothes. I will use him later, so I will be tired of you."

Ma Wang jumped three feet in place, pointed at his nose, "Me? I'll change his clothes? When did I become a servant girl?"

The smile on Princess Xiyue's face did not fade, but her tone became serious, and she said calmly: "If the hope of revenge is on his clothes, would you like it?"

Ma Wang turned his head and glanced at Jiang Limo, his eyes filled with disbelief.

But he knew that Princess Xiyue would definitely not make fun of such things. Compared with hatred, the deep hatred she bears is not inferior to him.

He couldn't help but looked Jiang Limo up and down, but he couldn't see how this thin little boy was connected with the victory or defeat.

Jiang Limo was also taken aback, confused for a while, could it be that the war to destroy the country is really better than cooking now?

Ma Wang ignored Jiang Limo's reaction, gritted his teeth, and said: "If this kid can help us kill that bastard Nanhuang, let alone changing his clothes, I'll even wash his feet! "

Jiang Limo peeked at Ma Wang's fierce expression, and shrank his neck.

It didn't look like he was about to wash his feet, but rather like he was about to chop off his feet.

Princess Xiyue took out a package from behind, put it on the table, and slowly opened it.

I saw a turquoise gown placed in the burden, and the turquoise color changed slightly with the flow of light, as if it was the skill of the gods in the sky.

It was almost just a glance, and everyone knew in their hearts that this is definitely not a tie-dye technique in the world.Under the candlelight, the fabric reflected a faint brilliance, like a turquoise night pearl.

Everyone's breathing is stagnant, neither silk nor brocade, but there is such a brilliance, what is this?
Princess Xiyue brushed her gown with a little pity, as if she knew everyone's doubts, and said slowly: "This is made of the feathers on the head and neck of mandarin ducks, and the fine down on the feathers is chopped like silk threads. It is only possible to weave such luxurious and incomparable cloth because of its fineness, there are only two pieces in this world, one is in the hands of the Southern Emperor and he gave it to others. The other..."

Her voice dropped, barely audible.

Everyone knew what she meant, the dress in front of them had lost its owner forever.

"Eight pieces of machine, mandarin ducks are hesitant when weaving, fearing that they will be cut lightly, flying in two places, a parting and hatred, how can we follow each other..." Princess Xiyue's sad tone was like weeping, Lian Jiang Limo He couldn't help being a little moved, looking at her delicate and charming face, but found that those eyes were so cold that it was chilling.

Princess Xiyue wrapped up the bundle again, handed it to King Ma, and said, "That's it, let him wear it. After a while, show Nan Moli a look. This dress, hehe, he can recognize it."

Ma Wang took it with both hands solemnly, and only then did he understand why Princess Xiyue appointed him to help Jiang Limo change clothes.

If you are not someone you absolutely trust, you would definitely not dare to entrust such precious clothes.

What's more, this dress still entrusts a deep affection that will never come to life.

Everyone looked a little solemn, and there was a dead silence in the military tent.

Ma Wang hurriedly left the tent as if dragging Jiang Limo to flee.

Outside the tent, Nan Moli was holding a bowl of hangover soup and was hesitating whether to go in.

Suddenly, the curtain was lifted, and the two of them came out. They stepped forward to ask questions, but they stopped suddenly when their eyes met Jiang Limo, and their pupils shrank slightly.

(End of this chapter)