The man was holding a wooden plaque in his hand, and the pattern on the plaque was the same as the pattern of the scarf on the man's body, and he frowned and looked at the people guarding the gate of the Xunzheng Palace, "I have an urgent matter to see the monarch of the Moqi Kingdom, so I bother you to go in and say hello." Although the words are urgent, the rules and etiquette are not bad at all.

The guards of the Xunzheng Palace did not let go at all, Xiao Lin raised his knife forward, and gave a slight salute to the man, "I don't know what country the prince is?" The tone was respectful and detached.

The man bowed back and handed the wooden card to Xiao Lin, still in a hurry, "I have something important to discuss with your monarch, I beg the little brother to be accommodating, let me go in, and see your monarch!" As if remembering something, he reached out and took out a bag on his cuff and handed it to Xiao Lin in a sincere tone.

Xiao Lin still had a straight face, pushed the bag back, and there was a little more impatience in his tone, "The emperor has ordered, no matter who asks to see him, he will not see him." After a pause, he said, "Son, please go back, if the emperor comes out, I will tell the emperor." ”

The man who was dressed differently from the people of Moqi did not leave, took the brocade back into his palm, and saluted Xiao Lin again, "This little brother, I don't hide it, I am an envoy sent by the lord of Dongxi Country to discuss important matters, you call me Fan Ying, the matter is very important, I still want to ask the little brother to be accommodating, help Xiaosheng go in and give a bow, little brother Wanen, Xiaosheng will try his best to reciprocate." The man's attitude was excellent, his tone was not as anxious as before, he was kind and patient.

The coldness on Xiao Lin's face faded a little, but he still looked embarrassed, just now the master was pulling a girl in, stayed for almost two hours, and had dinner together during the period, the laughter in the hall can be heard as long as he is not deaf, the master has never been so happy, that little girl should be the one who wins the master's heart.

And in this case, if he goes in, in case he disturbs the master and the girl's honey flirtation, this is not something that can be solved by a board, although the master has always been tolerant of him, but if it is a taboo thing, with the master's temper, the wrath of thunder is not something that everyone can bear.

When Xiao Lin thought of this, he shuddered, and looked at the extremely humble Dongxi envoy who still waved his hand, "This is not good, it must not work." He shook his head, "It's not that I don't help you, it's really that I can't do anything about this kind of thing, and in this case, we can only wait." ”

Xiao Lin thought about it again and added, "Even if I risk being punished for saying something for you, if what you say is not important enough, we both have to finish the game." ”

Fan Ying's face was full of anxiety, he stomped his feet, but he didn't dare to break in, so he had to pull Xiaolin again, and whispered in his ear, "I came this time for the grain trade between Dongxi and Moqi, if we can't talk about it, I don't care about the future food supply of Moqi Country!" ”

Fan Ying's voice was not loud, but the arrogance in his tone could not be hidden, a kind of self-confidence that I am the leader, Xiao Lin's original goodwill also disappeared with this sentence, he took the handle of the knife to the person, and pushed Fan Ying half a meter away.

Fan Ying couldn't dodge, and Shengsheng took two steps back before he stopped, the humility on his face had dissipated without a trace, and his face was full of ferocity and arrogance. He threw his palm bag towards Xiao Lin, who dodged very quickly and drew his knife to attack.

Fan Ying's originally delicate face was extremely distorted, and it looked very eerie and terrifying. I saw that he reached out and pulled it from his waist, and the colored belt had fallen into his hand and became a sharp weapon for killing.

A gatekeeper from Xunzheng Palace mocked, "This Dongxi Kingdom is really good, you can't do it, this is to untie your belt and sell yourself?" The man smiled, "But I don't like you like this, sir, it's much worse than the one in the Qingqi'er courtyard outside." This was said viciously, and Fan Ying's face had turned the color of pig liver.

I saw Fan Ying holding the belt shaped like a long whip, waving it, directly hitting the key point of the palace person, Xiao Lin quickly blocked in front of the palace person, and blocked it with a long knife, and the sound of the belt falling on the blade was like gold and jade hitting each other, making a clanging sound.

Xiao Lin's figure flashed, and he actually forced into that person's step again, the long whip is good at attacking from afar but not good at close combat, although the long knife is the same, but Xiao Lin can become Wan Qiyan's personal guard, never by playing with a long knife.

The battle situation gradually became anxious, Xiao Lin pressed step by step, until Fan Ying couldn't move, just like the battle of trapped beasts, Fan Ying was good at long-range attacks but not good at close combat, and he was temporarily down, but Xiao Lin controlled Fan Ying but it took a lot of effort, and the consequence of exhaustion was defeat.

It's a close battle, and the key to victory is knowledge of the opponent and your own willpower. This kind of battle is doomed to defeat both sides.

The war between the two gradually became white-hot, Xiao Lin's dark blue clothes had blood marks, and Fan Ying was definitely uncomfortable, most of the clothes on his body were torn, and it was to the point that his clothes were not possessed. Dongxi national clothes focus on simplicity and convenience, most of the clothing habits of agricultural countries are to facilitate labor, and the white square scarf symbolizing the status of nobility around Fan Ying's waist has long been picked by Xiao Lin with a knife and dropped to the ground, and the square scarf embroidered with the national totem is now like a rag, trampled on.

At this moment, the door of the Ōseong Palace opened. A man in a bright yellow gold-painted dragon robe stood there, looking down at the crowd. Next to the man, there is a woman, the woman is wearing a lotus pink lotus dress, smart and cute, like a star that can only be accompanied by the sun and the moon.

Wan Qiyan looked at the little girl at the beginning, and there was a trace of warmth in her eyebrows, "On the seventh day of the first month, you go to help the enemy win, if you can succeed, I will agree to your request." The coldness of his face made it impossible to see what he was thinking, and he only felt that he couldn't figure it out, and he didn't dare to speculate.

Yan Chuqi's face was full of confidence, bowed slightly towards the man, and rushed downstairs. The little girl's figure flashed, and she went to the place where the two were fighting, no one saw what the girl had done, only her eyes were slight, and the two who were still fighting inseparably just now had separated, and both of them were sitting on the ground, panting.

Yan Chuqi stood in the middle of the two, a kind of confident and flamboyant arrogance, and the two of them looked sideways, impressed by the person in front of them. Others didn't see it clearly, but as the parties concerned, they clearly felt the toughness of the girl's wrists and the bursting of force value.