The place where the army is stationed is a city adjacent to Dongling and Nanshuang, called Lingxiao. Climb the high wall to see the Southern Frost Empire on the other side. Lan Junyao came to the army with Mo Shi, looking at the upright posture of the soldiers, all the way unimpeded, because of the general's order, no one dared to stop them.

Mo Shi led Lan Junyao straight to the main tent, and when he arrived outside the tent, the guard guarding the tent put his hand horizontally and stopped the two of them outside the tent, Mo Shishi showed the token in his hand, and the guard said coldly: "Your Excellency, please wait outside the tent for a while, and let your subordinates go to report." ”

This kind of situation is already used to Lan Junyao, from the range of entering the army, there will be guards jumping out to stop the two of them not far away, although it is a delay for some time, but it can also be seen that Ling Qixuan is strict in governing the army.

Ling Qixuan and Shuang Xiujing were waiting in the tent for a long time, and they heard that the soldiers outside the tent stopped her, and Ling Qixuan was about to go out to welcome her in, but she thought about it but gave up. If someone with a heart looks at it, I am afraid that it will reach Lu Zhirun's ears and add trouble to her.

The two men looked at each other, all with knowing expressions. He ordered the soldiers to invite them both in, and both of them felt a little restless.

The curtain was lifted, and the two people walked in one after the other, Ling Qixuan looked at the figure hidden in the cloak almost greedily, and the moment he saw Mo Shi's secret letter, his heart seemed to be held tightly by someone, and his breathing had to stop, but fortunately she was fine.

Mo Shi consciously stepped aside, and Lan Junyao pulled down the wide brim of his hat, exposing his tired face from days of hurrying in front of Ling Qixuan and Shuang Xiujing. Her face became paler and paler due to the inky cloak, and the blue bruises on her eyelids robbed her eyes of the glint she deserved, she nodded at the two of them, saw the stool used by the generals to discuss affairs, and sat down by herself.

Lan Junyao coughed lightly, and the two men sat down opposite and beside her respectively, and she spoke: "Can Lu Zhirun be in Chongling City?" Chongling City is the border of the Southern Frost Empire opposite to Lingxiao City, in the past, when the two countries were not at war, the people of the two small cities traded and married, and now there are many people of the Southern Frost Empire in this Lingxiao City.

Since the beginning of the war between the two countries, there has been no more pain than these people, who have no contact with each other, but their relatives and families are still in the border city opposite.

"Seven days ago. Ling Qixuan sat with her, and there was a tea table between the two.

Lan Junyao nodded, according to the days, seven days ago was when Suo Yutang in Gyeonggi was destroyed, if it wasn't for the fact that she ran in the wrong direction in the past few days, I am afraid that she would have already taken Bichun into her hands. I didn't feel anything wrong with walking all the way, so I rested on the chair for a while, only to feel that my body and bones seemed to be about to fall apart.

"Let's find a way to deal with Bichun's matter, you can rest in this tent for a while, and we'll discuss it later. Ling Qixuan saw the tiredness between her eyebrows, and her heart was even more distressed.

Lan Junyao was about to open her mouth to refuse, but was interrupted by Shuang Xiujing on the side: "What the Eighth Prince said is no different, if you have three longs and two shorts, how will the next things be carried out?"

Once again, the two agreed on what was going on about her. Lan Junyao didn't want to argue with them a lot, Brother Wuwu was telling the truth, she really needed to sleep.

Women were not allowed to enter the barracks, and Lan Junyao was dressed as a man when she came. In order not to leak the news, she had to stay in Ling Qixuan's military tent, and several big men withdrew from the tent, and she lay down in her clothes.

Ling Qixuan ordered the guards guarding the tent not to let anyone in, let alone let people make noise around the military tent, so he left with Shuang Xiujing. He learned to take care of himself when he was young, and after joining the army, he had to do everything by himself, but in recent years, he has been a lot unfamiliar with serving people.

When his soldiers saw that he had brought a basin to fetch water, they were panicked and wanted to take it, and said, "How can the general do such a thing himself, just let us come." ”

Ling Qixuan sent him down, he felt that he owed her a debt to her in the matter of drunk Hongchen, if he hadn't been careless and discovered his father's plan earlier, he wouldn't have let Mrs. Lan end up like this. He wanted to do something for her to make up for it, even if it was a trivial thing, it would make him settle down a little bit.

The water temperature was just right, he lightly brought the water and towels into the tent, glanced at Lan Junyao, who had fallen asleep, and then left the tent distressedly.

As everyone knows, after he left, the originally tense body of the person on the bed relaxed. She did not fall asleep, but when there was a sound of footsteps outside the tent, she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, and the hand hidden in the quilt stroked the dagger hidden in her waist, and fortunately he put down the water and went out.

The familiar smell lingered in her nose, but the reassuring smell of the past made it difficult for her to fall asleep, and the thought of his actions made her hands clenched together at her side, and the falling tears wet her sideburns, and she finally fell into a deep sleep.

The sun has set in the west, the crow "croaks" a few times, and the scenery of the border is intoxicating. In the castle guard of Chongling City, a man in a wide robe looked at the sunset in the sky, and a smile slipped from the corner of his mouth.

Behind him, two handmaidens stood on the left and right, and beside him a woman in a purple veil poured peeled grapes into her mouth. The clothes on her body instead exposed her body to Childe's eyes, and he looked at the begonia-like Hua Tian between her eyebrows, and was fascinated for a moment.

She blushed and snorted slightly: "Childe." The long tail note made people crisp to the bones, she glanced at her son, and the corners of her eyes were self-revealed. But Childe's face suddenly changed, and he lifted her chin and looked into the depths of her eyes.

Childe's strength was great, her jaw seemed to be about to shatter, a touch of panic swept through her heart, and she trembled and said leisurely: "Childe spare his life." ”

This woman's face is five points similar to Lan Junyao, but the smell of the two is very different, if this woman's temperament is as cold and arrogant as her, I am afraid that it will really make the son lose his mind.

Childe snorted coldly, and the two jumped out of nowhere, dragging the woman down, only hearing her miserable wails along the way. The two maidservants behind him seemed to be accustomed to such a scene, and the peace on their faces was not broken in the slightest.

"Qing'er, this palace is tired. Childe closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, his brows full of displeasure.

The maid who was named did not say a word, knelt down between the son's knees, lifted the childe's robe, and waited for him with a moist and warm little tongue, and sat down this time, she swallowed it in her mouth, and her teeth used some strength, like lovers about to separate, and loosened the clamp little by little.

The exaltation in front of her seemed to be her faith, and she carefully fed it, until a stream of turbid liquid was sent into her mouth, and she stopped moving her head up and down. She raised her head and swallowed the contents of her mouth, and took out the handkerchief from her bosom to deal with the collapsed high spirits for her son.

"Qing'er, if this palace asks her to exchange herself for Bichun, do you think she is willing?" This son is Lu Zhirun, and he should not appear here His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Western Continent Empire.

"Slaves are dull. Qing'er was still kneeling between his legs, and after a while, her voice was a little hoarse, and the movements of her hands did not stop, pinching his legs for him.

"Well, go down, and let this king be alone for a while. Lu Zhirun's frowning brows never relaxed, remembering the appearance of the first time he saw her, although he was covered with barbs, he was much cuter than now.

"Master, Miss Blue has arrived. "A middle-aged man suddenly appeared here, but he was the person who pretended to be the master of the Lu Hall in Suoyu Hall before, and his real identity was Lu Zhirun's dark force enforcer, responsible for eliminating the people who broke the rules in the secret guards.

"When?" The hill between Lu Zhirun's eyebrows gradually became a plain, and was finally smoothed by an invisible hand.

"Three o'clock in the afternoon. As long as he was involved in that person's affairs, the master's actions could not be speculated according to common sense, and he could not understand the actions of the master, and he had no courage to question the fate of those who were put to death.

"Go down. Lu Zhirun's voice also had two points of vitality, and the things that fell into his hands could still run away, but those three troubles still had to be solved, otherwise they would definitely ruin their own big things.

The Bichun in her hand was as pure as in her hand, and Lu Zhirun slowly brought it close to his cheek, as if he could still smell her, just like her identity, which made him intoxicated.

When Lan Junyao woke up, a bonfire had already been lit outside the tent, and a few large cauldrons were muttering simple meals, and the fragrance rushed to people's noses, she stroked the stomach of the rebellion, since she left Gyeonggi, she had never eaten a hot meal, thinking of this, she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

She couldn't be calm in her sleep, and the poison on her mother's own body couldn't be solved for a day, and she couldn't sleep peacefully for a day, and there were some cold sweats on her body, which was sticky and uncomfortable. She was about to get out of bed when she caught a glimpse of a clean set of clothes at the head of the bed.

Dipping in water and hurriedly scrubbing her body, she put this set of clothes on her body indiscriminately, she tied up her waist, taking advantage of some fat clothes, at a glance it looked like a sugar gourd skewer.

Lan Junyao glanced at this nondescript dress, and turned her sleeves up a little, so that she didn't look so funny. She didn't have time to look at this work before she heard movement outside the tent.

"Did he come out?" The deliberately light footsteps still fell on Lan Junyao's ears, and she stopped her movements and listened carefully to the actions outside the tent.

"No, I didn't. The soldier guarding the tent replied.

Lan Junyao coughed lightly, she didn't know how to get out of this big tent, just when he came to look for her.

"Are you awake, come out if you're ready, and come with me to eat something." Hearing her voice, Ling Qixuan was overjoyed and asked slowly.

Lan Junyao pulled at her somewhat fat clothes and walked out of the tent.