With a thunderclap, the grassland was still a clear sky, but suddenly dark clouds were thick, and in a blink of an eye, it was pouring rain. Fortunately, Bo Hanji has lived in this moody grassland for most of his life, and he knows God's temper very clearly, and he has long told Sima Ting and others to set up tents, so that these Holy Gate masters have not been baptized by heavy rain.

In the middle of the big tent, Sima Ting, who was leaning on the couch, took a water bag and poured a mouthful of water into his mouth, and asked Bo Hanji, who was sitting on the mat, "Bo Hanji." How far are we from the Ministry of Beggars? ”

They had been walking on the grassland for two days, and on the grassland, which was vast from east to west, north and south, Sima Ting couldn't figure out where he was now. If it weren't for Bo Hanji's guide, I'm afraid they would have lost their way by now.

At this time, he finally realized why the Great Jin Dynasty had a strength far beyond that of the Western Xianbei, but there was no way to effectively attack the Western Xianbei, so he could only passively defend in the border area. The grassland is too vast, and even if an army of more than 100,000 is mobilized, it is very difficult to find a tribe on the grassland. Thinking of this, Sima Ting couldn't help but secretly congratulate himself on his good luck, as soon as he entered the grassland, he inadvertently bumped into the Bohan Department.

Bo Hanji pondered for a moment and replied, "Lord Wang, there are about three days left in the beggar department. ”

Sima Ting nodded, looked at the majestic rain outside, and said in a deep voice: "This heavy rain, it seems that it will not stop for a while." It's already afternoon anyway, so we'll spend the night here and leave early tomorrow morning. ”

Bo Hanji nodded and answered.

At this time, Ying Feng slowly walked in from outside the tent, but Bo Hanji was surprised to find that Ying Feng did not have a drop of rain on his body! Not even the ground that was stepped on left any watermarks. Bo Hanji looked out of the tent in disbelief, and saw that it was indeed drifting and raining outside the tent, and his heart was even more shocked, he didn't expect this guard-like figure to have such skills! I'm afraid it's not much worse than the begging white, right?!

Sima Ting saw Bo Hanji's expression in his eyes, laughed lightly, looked at Ying Feng and said, "Ying Feng, is there something wrong?" ”

Shadow Feng found a place to sit down and glanced at Bo Hanji, but did not speak.

When Bo Hanji saw Ying Feng like this, he immediately understood that Ying Feng and Sima Ting must have something important to say, so he quickly stood up and bowed his hand respectfully to Sima Ting: "If the prince is the prince, there is nothing to do." Then the subordinate took his leave. ”

Sima Ting smiled and nodded to Bo Hanji and said, "You go." ”

Bo Hanji arched his hand at Ying Feng again, turned around and walked out of the big tent, ignoring the pouring rain outside, and just walked straight into the rain.

Ying Feng glanced at Bo Hanji in the rain with disdain, and looked down on Bo Hanji from the bottom of his heart. This person is a member of the Xianbei tribe, but for the sake of glory and wealth, he helps outsiders to slaughter the Xianbei people in turn. Although what Bohanji did was beneficial to them and harmless to them, it did not prevent him from disdainful of Bohanji.

Seeing Ying Feng's expression, how could Sima Ting not guess what Ying Feng was thinking, and immediately smiled: "Ying Feng." Now let's talk about it. ”

Ying Feng glanced at Sima Ting and said, "Holy Son." Such villains see the wind and steer the rudder. If you can betray the beggar today, you will be able to betray us tomorrow. The Son of God should be careful. ”

Sima Ting smiled and said, "Don't worry, Ying Feng." I've got my own measure. ”

Ying Feng looked at Sima Ting and nodded, "Holy Son." Just now, the news came back that Prince Yi and his 30,000 Chu army had wiped out several tribes along the way according to the map provided by Bo Hanji, and now they were secretly lurking in the Chiyue tribe a hundred miles east of the beggar tribe. ”

Sima Ting slapped his hands and laughed: "Okay! I didn't expect the third brother to move so quickly, and he was even closer to the beggar department than us. It seems that we are also going to hurry up with the trip. Ying Feng, send someone to tell the third brother. Let them lurk there carefully, recuperate their energy, and don't let the Xianbei people notice. On the evening of April 21, it was pulled out and went all the way to the beggar department! Be sure to get to the beggar in the middle of the night! ”

Shadow Feng nodded in agreement, and turned to walk out of the tent. Sima Ting leaned lazily on the couch, watching the drifting rain outside the tent slowly begin to become sparse and falling, only to feel a sense of exhaustion hit him, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

In a daze, Sima Ting suddenly felt a weight on his body, as if there was something more on his body, and suddenly opened his eyes, and found that he didn't know when it was already dark, and the tent was also dark, but Sima Ting still clearly knew that the person who was putting a blanket on his body was Lin Yao'er, and he couldn't be more familiar with the fragrance.

Sima Ting's sleepiness suddenly disappeared, and he looked at Lin Yao'er with a smile and said, "Why are you here?" ”

Lin Yao'er stepped aside and lit an oil lamp. With the dim light, Sima Ting found that Lin Yao'er had changed out of her maid costume and put on a pink dress. Under the faint light, Lin Yao'er was enchanting and colorful, the autumn waves were frequent, and the charming feelings were wanton in the tent, and Sima Ting couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster.

Lin Yao'er said with a smile: "The prince is really heavy enough to sleep, if Yao'er is an assassin, I am afraid that the prince will already be in a different place at this moment." ”

Sima Ting laughed and grabbed Lin Yao'er by Lin Yao'er's snake waist, held it in his arms, and chuckled: "If Yao'er is the assassin, then I am willing to die!" ”

Lin Yao'er threw a wink at Sima Ting and said quietly, "Really?" Could the prince really be able to let go of Princess Qinghe? ”

Sima Ting pretended not to hear Lin Yao'er's words, and just smirked.

Lin Yao'er pouted angrily when she saw Sima Ting's appearance, but she had long been accustomed to Sima Ting pretending to be stupid when she mentioned Qinghe. However, she also knew in her heart that Sima Ting had her in her heart, and she was content. As for Sima Ting's pretending to be someone else in his heart, it can only be appointed, who makes people like this man.

Sima Ting hugged the beauty in his arms, and he couldn't help but be restless in his heart. Thinking that he hadn't been intimate with Lin Yao'er for a few days, and Lin Yao'er came over tonight, it was clear that she took the initiative to send sheep into the tiger's mouth! Thinking of this, Sima Ting suddenly suppressed his smile, gently brushed Lin Yao'er's cheek with his left hand, and said, "Yao'er, the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold!" ”

Lin Yao'er was stunned for a moment, and opened her mouth to say something, but Sima Ting laughed and waved his sleeves, and the oil lamp that had just been lit was extinguished in an instant, and the big tent suddenly fell into darkness again......