The concubine's concubine is very charming

Chapter 9 Strongly Recommend Mu Guogong

Yunyi smiled wryly.Except for the moment when he was on the bed, why was that man willing to let a woman get close?Especially when listening to the piano, he didn't let anyone see his expression at all.

The two were talking, when footsteps came from outside the curtain, not one person, but two.

Yunyi straightened her hair nervously, made a silent motion to Su Mo'er, lifted the bead curtain with her skirt, and walked outside the Moon Gate.

There were two young men sitting outside.One of them was dressed in a silver robe, and his face was like a crown of jade. Sitting there, his whole body exuded a chilling aura, captivating the soul and overwhelmingly noble.Although he looks only in his twenties, he has the aura of strategizing and winning thousands of miles away.The whole body exudes a strong masculine breath, domineering and deep.

The man sitting next to him was dressed in a purple robe, suave, with a smile on his brows and eyes, and his gestures were chic and unrestrained.

"Zijin, the Holy Majesty means to lead the main battle, to send Mu Shengye to lead an army of [-] to Shanli, and destroy the Bangzi Kingdom directly. What do you think?"

The silver-robed man did not answer, but rested his head on the soft couch.

Yun Yi, who was standing silently by the side, hurried over, before his slender fingers touched his temples, frowning slightly on his shoulders, he quickly backed away in fright.

"Zimo, this is my Lord's peace! Shanli Country is small and sparsely populated, so it is not vulnerable at all. Why do you need an army of [-]? The country's prestige is not so high!"

"But Prime Minister Wang is in charge of the battle, and strongly recommends Mu Guogong. The old man is almost [-] years old and can't go to the battlefield. Long live also asked Mu Shengye to go to the battle for his grandfather. The poor Mu family is such a single seedling. If they die on the battlefield again, But there is no one to follow."

The silver-robed man curled his mouth and closed his eyes.

The man in the red robe quickly winked at Yunyi.

Yunyi gave blessings to the person on the ground, turned around and walked into the beaded curtain.

The King of Han, Chu Yichen, who was leaning on the short slum, was very depressed. The battle against Shanli this time was obviously Wang Fengren's personal revenge to kill the Mu family.In order to avoid suspicion, he and Mu Shengye have not been in contact for many years, but when Mu Shuai led five hundred personal guards to face ten thousand enemy troops and shed the last drop of blood, before he died, he bowed his spear to the ground, died without kneeling, and the tragic and tragic scene was always engraved. in his head.He really didn't want the only man of the Mu family to die on the battlefield.But the news in the palace says that the emperor has even drafted the imperial decree..."

At this time, suddenly the melody of the guqin and the melodious singing of the woman came to my ears, and the sound was like weeping.

In this door last year today.

The human face peach blossoms each other.

The human face is always smiling with a three-point smile.

The peach blossoms are also smiling and dancing in the spring breeze.

The beacon fire suddenly rose from the sky.

The mandarin duck dream was broken for no reason.

For a moment, he was in exile and his house was empty.

The old beauty of the wine seller is gone.

Ask whereabouts one by one.

Looking forward to meeting again after the catastrophe.

Who knows where the wandering faces will go.

Only the peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze.

There seemed to be a picture in front of Chu Yichen, a girl in her [-]th year, Pingting, came, but disappeared in the dust and smoke among the iron horse and golden sword.Swords and swords, war horses neighing, countless old people and children fell in a pool of blood, and their corpses were trampled across the field by iron hooves.

He couldn't help clenching his hands tightly into fists.

Suddenly, the singing disappeared, but the sound of the zither became more passionate. It only made people feel that the weeping woman was surrounded by countless war horses, her face was full of tears and she was at a loss.

Chu Yichen only felt the blood rushing, turned over and collapsed, opened the bead curtain with a few steps and rushed in.

Yunyi sat in front of the piano case, stopped playing the strings, and smiled charmingly at Chu Yichen: "Young Master Zijin!"

Chu Yichen raised his eyebrows, and instead of looking at the beauty playing the piano, his gaze scanned every corner of the room inch by inch, the light in his eyes was unfathomable.

(End of this chapter)