There was a sigh from the audience. The impression of Suzu was instantly raised to an extremely high level. No one would have thought that she, a little woman, would be able to say such a thing. When you think about it carefully, these truths can make people have a deep aftertaste.

Yan Zheng's face was a little blue, and he was so blocked by Su Zhi that he couldn't speak. This little girl's mouth is not an ordinary neat one.

"Even if you are alarmist here, you may not be so frightened that you can't speak when you go to the battlefield, how can you lead a heavy army if you are a woman who is powerless." Yan Zheng said with a blushing face.

"The difference between what Lord Yan said. I can control what I lead. The soldier lies in the rules, in the punishment, and in the spirit of the army. It is the ability to come first. I can protect my soldiers, can Lord Yan? "This old man is too difficult.

There was another sigh from the seat.

The old man leaned down to see what she was capable of. What does the king think? "I can't wait to dismantle my dreams.

Su Gurong waved his hand, "Give the sword." ”

Su Zhi took the sword, feeling a little strange, and he missed it for a while without touching it. It's a pity that it's not his own, his own one that has been hidden tightly in order to prevent Su Gurong from confiscating it.

"Lord Yan is offended." Suzhi is smiling, like a spring breeze. The body is chic.

Everyone was frightened, and the solemn sword count or sword skills, the longbow and giant spear were all captured. They all secretly pinched a cold sweat for their dreams.

Yan Zheng snorted, "The sword has no eyes, if the girl surrenders, it can be now." ”

Su Zhi nodded, "Your Excellency too." ”

Stern anger burned from his feet to the top of his head, and the slut provoked him at every turn. Even if he killed her, the king would not do anything to himself, and made up his mind to attack first.

I have to say that the number of solemn swords is indeed improvised. But the rules are too messy, and the weapons are miscellaneous, and the original soul is lost. A sword makes a sword not a sword, and a knife not a knife.

Yan Zheng only attacks, and stabs when he sees the key point of Su Zhi, and Shu Zhi is light and evades the attack effortlessly. Yan Zheng's eyes were red, and the strength in his hands was used to the maximum, but he couldn't get close to his body no matter what.

The solemn sword stabbed straight at Shuzhi, but this time Shuzhi did not attack, and everyone exclaimed. Before Yan Zheng could see it clearly, he stopped and came behind Yan Zheng, with the sword against her neck. The tone was respectful, "Lord Yan, I agreed." ”

Others can't see it clearly, but Yan Zheng's heart is clear, this long-awaited back and forth with himself to play a game for a long time, in fact, if he really fights, he can't even stop three moves, and the speed of the dream is amazingly terrifying.

Yan Zheng was angry, but he was also admired. When he left him, he snorted and walked away.

Su Gurong smiled lightly, "Lord Yan doesn't have to be discouraged, the number of swords that she has always been very good has always been, and even No. 7 has to fight her for a few rounds." ”

"Seven?"

"How is that possible?"

"Who the hell is this woman?"

The sparse discussions came and went, and Ah Zi kept standing beside Su Gurong and looking at the scene in front of him. I thought that there would be at least fear, fear and trembling, but there was none. She still smiled indifferently as in front of her. A little unwillingness, a little jealousy, and a little bad thought suddenly rose in my heart. But he shook his head again, and he relied on himself to do so. With her, Lian Chiyuan can be like a fish in water.

The old man admits defeat. Miss Su is indeed capable. Yan Zheng said reluctantly.

"What doubts do you have about Aiqing?" Su Gurong said with a smile.

"It's up to the king." was fooled by Su Zhi, and everyone regarded Su Zhi as an extraordinary person. Coupled with her familiarity with the art of war, war is not impossible for her.

"That's very good. At noon tomorrow, Yan Aiqing will take Shuzhi to familiarize himself with the troops, and assist Shuzhi to organize the army as soon as possible. ”

"The old minister obeys."

Su Zhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Quietly wipe away the sweat from the palms of your hands.

The most you eat at a banquet is your eyes. Almost indigestion. When I returned to my room, I felt more relaxed than I had ever been. Take off your boots and step on the carpet and sit cross-legged.

The wind poured in through the window, blowing long hair on his face, and his eyes sank slightly. She couldn't tell what she was thinking, as if everything was just a dream.

He stretched out his slender arm and poured wine from the silver cup on the table, and sat down on the ground and drank it. It's been a long time since I've been drinking.

"Who poured a cup of tea on the cliff, poured acacia and yarn, poured me and the sunset for a thousand years, if you drink a cup, can you forget the winter and summer, forget to close the gate of time."

A pot of wine bottomed out, and he curled up and lay on the carpet. I felt that the hot air outside cooled down little by little, becoming a cold wind, an invisible shadow, an old movie with a stuck, and a one-man show by myself. The delicate face is flushed, and the eyes are misty.

Hua Song stayed outside the door for a moment, biting her lip, but finally didn't take half a step into the door, and went to find Ah Zi again with the rescue tea.

Ah Zi was keeping vigil outside Su Gurong Palace, and saw Hua Song coming over to greet him, "Sister Hua, why are you here?" ”

"I was drunk. You give this to her. I'll keep it for you. "I can't hear my breath, I can't see my expression.

Ah Zi nodded and ran to the residence with the tea in his arms, Hua Song sighed softly, sat on the floor and pursed the corners of his mouth without speaking. That song, she heard her sing. She sings whenever she drinks too much. She sings beautifully and heartbreakingly. It seems that the whole world has nothing to do with herself, as if, as if she does not belong to this world.

When Ah Zi entered the house, he saw Su Zhi lying on the ground and falling asleep. With a sigh, he wasted all his strength to carry her to bed.

Su Zhi frowned, there was no previous smile, no previous relaxation, as if he had changed a person. It's strange but pitiful. At this moment, she had no light, only wisps of sadness emanating from her face.

"You're tired too. Ahh. I'm also very tired, especially when I see His Highness. In the future, you must treat him well and never let him down. What I can't do, I hope you can. Otherwise, I will be very unwilling. will be particularly unwilling. Do you know the way? ”

I was stunned for a long time. Ah Zi lightly pinched the corners of the quilt for her and blew out the red candle. He closed the door lightly and walked out.

It feels so good to stand outside the door and exhale, and to say it. Even she couldn't hear it at all. But, it's good to say it. Her forbearance, her heart, her outward concern, her inner pain.

No one could see her. Not even His Highness. But she doesn't ask for anything, she doesn't ask for anything. As long as His Highness is well, fine.

He opened his eyes in the dark, blinked, blinked two tears, closed them again, and fell into a deep sleep