Maid Crossing 3: Mad Concubine Overwhelms the World

Chapter 399 Wild Wolf, Become Famous in World War One [8]

It is also for this reason that they have always been too lazy to send troops to kill them, so as not to let those soldiers who are not in the same mind hug each other tightly when facing a common powerful enemy.

Nangong Chuge was going to wait for those people to kill each other to a certain extent, and wait until the foundation of the Lieyan Kingdom was strengthened, and then kill them in one fell swoop.

Anyway, the complicated situation inside them meant that it was impossible for those people to succeed.

Just like this time, according to the information on the note, Chu Hua and those former court people really just had internal strife.

But
What made him frown was not any changes in those who came before.

It was instead Nangong Chuge's indifferent attitude of languid drinking while sitting behind the desk.

Half a year ago, thinking of the consequences of the two tigers fighting, he was worried and asked the soldiers to find a carriage and take him along the horseshoe to search.

In that shocking killing field, Nangong Chuge, who was stabbed by a poisonous needle and passed out in the snow, was rescued on the edge of the cliff.

Fortunately, the poison on those silver needles was not too overbearing. Although Nangong Chuge passed out, the true energy in his body protected his heart by itself.

Even so, under the full rescue of the imperial physician, Nangong Chuge was still in a coma for almost a month before he really woke up. '

But
After Nangong Chuge woke up, the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to ask someone to prepare the carriage and rush back to the cliff to check.

When he came back, he seemed to be lazy about everything.

It turned out that the king who devoted himself to everything seemed to have completely become a man overnight.

Even Rong Yu's matter stopped immediately under Nangong Chuge's laziness.

Just like now, Nangong Chuge just held a glass of wine casually, living lifelessly in a seemingly lazy state.

The only thing that can make him fluctuate is the strand of hair he is holding in his hand.

Looking at that strand of hair, Nangong Liuyun frowned even tighter.

For half a year, Nangong Chuge kept silent about what happened that night.

And he never asked Nangong Chuge what happened that night.

(End of this chapter)