"General, Heifeng has just finished eating grass, and he will have to wait a little longer before he can run." Seeing Song Qinghan walking to the horse farm, the soldier in charge of taking care of the stable stepped forward and said.

"Well, I'll take it later." Song Qinghan shook his head.

"Yes, General." The soldier retreated.

Song Qinghan turned around, and his cold voice was deliberately lowered: "Xiaoshu, do you have any wishes?" ”

Concubine Ji swallowed her saliva, Song Qinghan's voice was gentle and low, revealing an indescribable charm, Concubine Ji opened her red lips slightly, and couldn't help but say the words in her heart.

"Oh? It turns out that Xiaoshu wants to live a rich life, and he is really a fan of small money. Song Qinghan was a little surprised, and then smiled.

Concubine Ji buried her head in embarrassment, and suddenly felt a pair of big hands gently touch her head and leave gently, Concubine Ji looked up at Song Qinghan suddenly, only to see that the latter was calmly withdrawing his palm, looking calm.

Concubine Ji couldn't say anything, but she felt that the atmosphere between the two was becoming more and more strange, as if exuding a trace of ambiguity......

"What about Brother Song's wish?" Concubine Ji asked back.

Song Qinghan smiled: "My long-standing wish is to keep Jimo safe and make the people peaceful." "However, after meeting you, my greatest wish is to always be with you and not be separated from you. Song Qinghan silently read out the second half of the unspoken words in his heart.

"Brother Song is worthy of being the general of Jimo, and he is admired by Moshu." Concubine Ji sighed because of her heart, as the princess of Jimo, she didn't have such an awareness, Song Qinghan had nothing to do with the royal family, but she regarded guarding Jimo as her own responsibility, although she was cold, she was not cold.

Song Qinghan lived to this age, but he didn't even have the experience of talking to the person he liked, and at this moment he was short of words, and when he heard Concubine Ji talking about guarding Jimo, he suddenly became enlightened.

"Shangqi is eyeing Jimo, but I'm afraid that the Jimo border will not be peaceful for long." Song Qinghan's eyes were worried.

"Shangqi?" Concubine Ji was slightly puzzled. Because the task was to take revenge on the group of hypocrites in the palace, the system did not mention Shangqi to Concubine Ji.

"Not bad." Song Qinghan nodded: "Shangqi was originally very strong, and the original emperor has always been friendly with me Jimo, and the two countries have exchanged trade and become friends for decades, but the new emperor has ascended the throne and is ambitious, and he has annexed two small countries in less than a year, but I am afraid that soon, the war will spread to Jimo." ”

Concubine Ji was also a little worried, if the war really involved Jimo soon, her mission would inevitably be affected.

"Jimo has a strong military force, and it is not something that Shangqi can easily annex." Concubine Ji analyzed Jimo's strength and found that the current strength of Shangqi would have to catch up for at least fifty years before it could be comparable to Jimo, but in the past fifty years, isn't Jimo also developing?

"Indeed, with the national strength of Qi, Jimo doesn't need to be taken into account at all." Song Qinghan paused, and then said: "It's just that Shangqi suddenly appeared a'masked killing god', this person is wearing a silver mask, no one has seen his face, but the new emperor trusts him extremely much, and gave him the tiger talisman in charge of the soldiers of Shangqi and sent him to fight. ”

Concubine Ji fell into deep thought: "So, Brother Song is worried that Shangqi's strength will increase dramatically after annexing other small countries, and he will attack me." ”

Song Qinghan nodded: "Yes, this is exactly what I'm worried about." Shangqi's movements are so fast that it is inevitable that people will be vigilant. ”

"The most important thing is, what kind of means did the legendary 'masked killing god' use to capture two countries in March?" Concubine Ji couldn't understand it.

"That's right, that's exactly what I was thinking." Song Qinghan gave Concubine Ji an appreciative look, his little book was really easy to read, and he was quite talented in military affairs.

"The 'masked killing god' is not only cruel, but also very fast, the attack on the Chu State is really sudden, and it is just a matter of not taking precautions in time, the Shang State adjacent to the Chu State should have been vigilant for a long time, but the news that came said that the Shang State did not last more than half a month."

"But don't worry, Xiaoshu, Song will definitely guard Jimo." Song Qinghan's eyes were resolute.

Concubine Ji nodded, and she had an inexplicable sense of trust in Song Qinghan.

"Masked God Killing" does sound very talented in combat, and the means are ruthless, leaving no mercy, but Song Qinghan is young, as a general of a country, he has won all battles, and he has long been the god of war in the hearts of the people of Jimo, not a person who has never taken off his mask can compare.

"Xiaoshu, do you have a ......" Before Song Qinghan finished speaking, the soldier from before he came over with the black wind.

"General Song, your love to ride." The soldier handed the reins to Song Qinghan and stood in place.

Song Qinghan swallowed the unfinished half of the sentence and touched Hei Feng's head.

"How's Black Wind doing lately?" Song Qinghan's voice was faint.

The soldier looked proud: "Back to General Song, Hei Feng has always been in good health, and many foals have been in heat in the recent spring, and Hei Feng has not been affected at all."

Song Qinghan nodded with satisfaction and motioned for the soldiers to retreat.

Concubine Ji secretly slandered herself because she listened: This horse also follows the master, and she is very arrogant.

"Get on the horse."

"Yes." Thinking that such an excellent general as Song Qinghan personally bothered to teach her equestrianism, Concubine Ji felt that she couldn't go because of her thick skin, so she stopped twisting and pinching at the moment, kicked her left foot inward, and rode on the black wind cleanly.

Song Qinghan pressed Hei Feng's head, Hei Feng seemed to sense his master's intentions, this time he didn't move, and he was extremely docile.

After seeing Concubine Ji sit firmly, Song Qinghan rolled over on his side, sat firmly behind Concubine Ji, tightened the reins, exerted a slight force, and the black wind ran forward happily.

"Brother Song, it's much more comfortable to sit on Hei Feng's body than on Hong Yu's body!" Concubine Ji laughed because she enjoyed the wind on horseback.

Song Qinghan's lips raised slightly: "Heifeng is a BMW, it runs fast and steady, there are few bumps, although Red Feather is also a rare good horse, but it is still a little worse than Heifeng, and Red Feather has not grown up, he is still playful, he is more active in running, and it is naturally not so comfortable to ride it."

"I see." Concubine Ji was enlightened.

"If you like the black wind, I'll take you to sit a few more times, maybe it will get used to your touch." Song Qinghan said tentatively.

Concubine Ji shook her head: "It's still not necessary, that's Brother Song, your mount, how can I ride it well?"

Song Qinghan looked at Concubine Ji's expression of refusal, and no longer said much to persuade her.

"Brother Song won't go to the training ground today?" Concubine Ji noticed that since Song Qinghan said that she would train her personally, she had hardly trained the soldiers.