Several generals have their own opinions, and slowly open up their courage to say a word to me.

Zhen Yue's heart was up and down, on the surface, she was not shocked, but in fact, she had already been in a hurry, from everyone's words, she knew that the war in Dongtan continued, and Ah Qiu had begun to unify the pace of Tan State, and the contradiction with Xitan was inextricable.

She secretly looked at Bei Moling beside her, the man was drinking alone from beginning to end, his expression was cold, and people couldn't figure it out, and I didn't know if he was listening to everyone's advice.

Beigong Jun raised his eyebrows and smiled, waved his hand, and said, "You don't have to worry about yourself, King Ling must have already made a decision in this matter." Beigong Jun squeezed straight to the first seat with a wine glass, a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling looked at the idle man, climbed the man's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Mo Ling, you are in your twenties, you should have a wife and concubine, if you continue to consume like this, I will have a group of children and grandchildren, you are still alone, how lonely, isn't it, Xiao Yueyue." ”

Zhen Yue was frightened how Bei Mo Ling would answer, but she finally turned the conversation to her, only to see that everyone looked like they were not a big deal, she suddenly didn't know how to answer, and looked at Beigong Jun with a hippie smile with a pair of complicated and sharp eyes.

Suddenly, Beimo Ling frowned, brushed Beigong Jun on his shoulder away, and suddenly got up, full of arrogance and awe, like a drop of blood on the blade of the sword, and said coldly at the corner of his mouth: "The army will return to the court in three days, and we will wait to meet the envoys of Xitan and then agree to take it." ”

"Yes, His Royal Highness King Ling." All the soldiers stood up solemnly and swept away the excitement of the feast.

"Go on and rejoice, this king goes first." Bei Mo Ling's face was gloomy. Beigong Jun pursed his mouth when he saw this, and returned to the main seat in the worried eyes of everyone.

"Congratulations to King Ling." When everyone saw that King Ling was about to leave the table first, they all got up and saluted, and their backs trembled slightly.

Bei Moling just took a step, paused suddenly, looked down at the women on the side of the case, and said in a deep voice: "Are you still sitting still?" ”

When Zhen Yue heard his voice, she suddenly came back to her senses, put away her complicated thoughts, and slowly raised her head. I saw that he had a bad face. There was a piercing chill all over his body, Zhen Yue knew that this man was moody and difficult to distinguish, but he didn't expect that he didn't care about the presence of everyone at all. Seeing him call her so domineeringly. The factor that made her heart stubbornly resist bubbled up like a fountain.

"I haven't eaten yet." She said indifferently.

"I'm full." Bei Mo Ling's long eyebrows twisted. stepped forward directly and grabbed her hand, and without saying a word, he brute force her out of the south tent.

The generals in the tent looked at each other, and the scene was a little embarrassed and solemn for a while. If it provokes King Ling's anger, it will be terrible, but Beigong Jun smiled very happily, loosened his shoulders, and said while drinking: "You should eat, drink instead, don't be restrained, King Ling is just a little angry, and I am complaining that I am urging his marriage, it has nothing to do with you." ”

A matter about Xitan and his relatives was hastily put away, and everyone gradually let go of their apprehensions and continued to drink and eat meat, a color of harmony.

"Let go of me!" Out of the south tent, Zhen Yue shook him off hard, but he was still firmly held in the palm of his hand.

"His Royal Highness King Ling!" The loud and high-pitched voice suddenly sounded, and all the soldiers sitting outside the tent got up and saluted, and everyone saw King Ling out of the south tent, the scene was silent, and they all hung their heads, not daring to raise their heads.

Seeing this, Zhen Yue lightened her movements, and still moved forward, Bei Moling let go of her hand, signaled to all the soldiers to be exempt, and quickly followed.

The wind at night was very cool, blowing on her flushed face, and the smell of milk wine gradually dissipated, so that her brain was instantly awake, and a wave of anger in her heart poured in, walking through the south tent, there was silence all around, and from time to time I heard the falcon fluttering its wings in the sky.

She heard the footsteps behind her, turned around suddenly, but unexpectedly crashed into his arms, the cold fragrance of the tip of her nose instantly enveloped her, and when she landed, she took a step back, unexpectedly her weak body leaned back because of the elasticity.

"Be careful, you look like you're angry." Bei Mo Ling's eyes quickly grabbed her slender waist, only to feel that she was extremely soft.

"Let go of me!" Zhen Yue pushed him, got out of his embrace, and said coldly: "Bei Moling, what are you doing in public?" I'm a prisoner, but I'm not your cat or dog, and I don't want people to look at me with colored eyes. ”

"Colored eyes? What do you mean? Bei Mo Ling was stunned, thinking about what this novel word meant.

"Whatever it means, I don't like it anyway." Zhen Yue felt that every time she faced him, she was always angry, and the calmness in her heart was always disturbed by him.

Bei Mo Ling's face gradually became gloomy, and he turned awkwardly, his angular face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

After half a ring, the two stood in the southeast corner of the camp and stalemate, Zhen Yue gathered her cloak, struggled inwardly, and said in a very soft voice: "Okay, I'm just afraid that others will misunderstand, and we will treat each other politely in the future." ”

Bei Mo Ling narrowed her phoenix eyes and snorted coldly, as if she was extremely disdainful of her politeness, with a chill on her face.

Zhen Yue naturally knew his temperament, how could he be a person who abided by dogma and etiquette, the sullenness in her heart still lingered in her heart, and she turned away suddenly.

"Alright, don't make a fuss."

Beimo Ling walked to her side, his voice was a little awkward and low, and he changed the topic and said: "Zixu said, you can't catch a cold at night, you just stay in the house these days and don't come out." ”

Zhen Yue swept away the glint in her eyes, and said seemingly unintentionally: "My injury is fine, but it's you, the divine doctor diagnosed the pulse in time, otherwise your life would be gone, I heard that you also locked him up." ”

"How?" Bei Mo Ling stopped his steps, half of his handsome face was hidden in the dark, making it difficult to distinguish: "I can't spread the news of my poisoning, you want to save him?" Do you know him? ”

Zhen Yue was shocked in her heart, and said in a deep voice: "I don't know." ”

"You're still quibbling about your deeds." Bei Mo Ling snorted coldly: "That kid has been in prison shouting to see you, and you still say you don't know you!" ”

Zhen Yue's fingers trembled, she raised her head calmly, looked at the man in front of her with clear eyes, and said in a frightened voice: "If you get the favor of others, you must be grateful, he will not save the people of Beiying, but in the end he will save you, how can you want his life, I know that you don't want the poisoning to spread out, as a doctor, the patient's situation is absolutely confidential, I believe he will not leak it." ”

"You trust him?" Bei Mo Ling's heart suddenly became astringent, and his voice was a touch of imperceptible pain: "I thought that your trust would cost a lot of blood and time, but I didn't expect you to trust the doctor who was on the edge of the side, this is not like your style." (To be continued......)