Before the war began, the West Vietnamese suddenly withdrew their camps and troops.

Mo Chun just wanted to break his head, and he couldn't imagine what they were planning.

Although Xiyue has withdrawn his troops now, Mo Chun does not dare to return to Yong'an with his troops, for fear that they will suddenly come back.

Nan Fengling went to Xiyue with Xie Ze.

Although it was hard along the way, Xie Ze took good care of Nanfeng Ling.

Those West Vietnamese soldiers saw it in their eyes and felt that their prince really valued this Central Plains woman.

Outsiders envy it, Nan Fengling didn't take it to heart at all.

After a few days of getting along, doesn't she know Xie Ze?

He was afraid that Nanfeng Ling would make a mistake on the road and fail to reach Xiyue safely to heal the little lady in his mouth.

Seeing Xie Ze's nervous appearance, Nan Fengling felt that the woman who was waiting for her to be treated was his beloved woman.

"Xie Ze, I'm hungry." Nanfeng Ling lifted the curtain of the sedan car and did not shy away from shouting his name in front of him.

She did it on purpose, except for the revenge of the rain.

Xie Ze dragged her to hurt the revenge, and she hasn't avenged it yet.

Hearing this, Xie Ze waved his hand, stopped the team, and said to Su Le, who was following on the right, "Send her something to eat." ”

"Yes." Souler tightened the reins and turned around and rode to the carriage of the South Wind Spirit, handing over the dry food and water.

Sule was the man who sent Nanfeng Ling back to the camp that day.

The queue is several miles long, and only Nanfeng Ling is in a car, so it is easy to identify.

Xie Ling, who was also riding a horse and following Xie Ze's left side, heard Nan Fengling call his name like this, and he couldn't see Xie Ze lose his temper.

I can't help but sigh at the charm of this Central Plains woman, even a man like Xie Ze who only has power in his eyes has to admire it.

Extremely bored along the way, Xie Ling finally found a good thing, and teased: "Xie Ze, I thought you weren't close to women, but it turned out that you just didn't like it." But your vision is really good, this Central Plains woman is indeed more beautiful than most of our women in Xiyue. ”

Xie Ze looked straight ahead, not wanting to deal with Xie Ling.

"Why, I praise you for your good eyesight, and you're not happy?"

Xie Ling chattered endlessly, Xie Ze finally couldn't help but turn his face away and glared at him angrily, which could be regarded as taking care of him.

Xie Ze has never had a good impression of this half-brother.

He always felt that Xie Ling was not enterprising, and he only knew how to look for flowers and ask willows.

This time, if it weren't for his father's order to follow Xie Ling to the Central Plains, let Xie Ling learn from him how to lead troops to fight.

He probably didn't know where to stay in the concubine's boudoir, so he drank and had fun.

Such a romantic and ambitious person, just because he is a descendant, does not need to work hard, and can continue to be the monarch of Xiyue in the future.

Because Xie Ze is a concubine, no matter how good and hard he is, in the end, he can only be the courtier of such a useless person.

Xie Ze was not reconciled, he was bound to prove to his father that he was more suitable for sitting in the position of the monarch than Xie Ling.

If it weren't for Xie Lian's sudden serious illness this time, and his life was in danger, he would never have agreed to Nanfeng Ling's withdrawal.

When Xie Ze's mother gave birth to Xie Lian, she died in childbirth.

Xie Lian is the only person he values in this world, and of course he can't watch Xie Lian have an accident.

The throne is important, but Xie Lian's life is even more important.

Xie Ze promised Nanfeng Ling to withdraw from the army, but it was just to stabilize her and let her take out the moon grass.

These soldiers brought back to Western Vietnam were only a small part, and most of them remained in Jiuyuan.

Just so that after Xie Lian recovers from his illness, he will come back and take Jiuyuan.

When he has a record and his father dies in the future, he will compete with Xie Ling for the throne, maybe his hope will be greater.

Nan Fengling took the dry food, said "thank you", and asked by the way: "Sule, how long is it until you arrive in Xiyue?" ”

"Two months for fast, three months for slow."

Souler replied coldly, then pulled the reins and rode his horse back to Xie Ze.

"Three months?" Nan Fengling put down the dry food in his hand, held his head in his hands and whispered, with a desperate expression.

According to Souler, then she will be turned by this carriage for three months.

For a month, she can't stand it, and if she sits for three months, can she not despair?

The more he thought about it, the more the South Wind Spirit collapsed.

She suddenly shouted at the sky, "I want to go home!" ”

Xie Ling, who stopped in front, heard this shout, and laughed out loud, even saying that it was funny.

Xie Ze's face was gloomy and displeased.

If it weren't for Nanfeng Ling's request, Xie Ze really wanted to strangle her.

He found that this woman really dared to say and do anything.

She looks weak on the outside, but in fact she is more arrogant and ruthless than the women of their Western Vietnam.

You can see it when you talk to her.

On the way back to Xiyue, Nan Fengling thought about escaping.

But every time she escaped, she was discovered, and her hand was injured as a result.

After being injured, she could no longer escape.

Because you can't climb and you can't hide.

Thinking of Xiao Ying, who was far away in Yong'an, and Qiao Shuyu, whose whereabouts were unknown, Nan Fengling hid aside and cried secretly at night.

She was even ready to leave with Xiao Ying.

After two months' journey, he arrived in Western Vietnam.

The royal family of Xiyue is not like the Central Plains, and the emperor lives in the palace.

Their lord dwelt in a tent.

The tents were made of thick pale yellow cotton cloth and fastened to the grass.

The outer cotton cloth of the tents depicted a large eagle that could be seen from hundreds of meters away.

The foreign people of Xiyue feel that the big eagle is a symbol of the Son of Heaven, just like the Central Plains people said that the true dragon Son of Heaven is a truth.

The outside of the Xiyue camp tent looks simple, but the spacious space inside is not inferior to the palace, and the furnishings are also very luxurious.

The tables, chairs, calligraphy and paintings are all good.

Although Nan Fengling didn't understand this, he just looked at it and felt that it was particularly precious.

Endless prairie, endless blue sky, hundreds of tents.

Nanfeng Ling was a little worried, she just wanted to know how she would find a place to live if she went out to hang out.

Fortunately, the Xiyue Maharaja is still a little particular, and these hundreds of camps are divided into regions and men and women.

In addition to the status of the royal family or above, if a man trespasses and is found to be captured, he will be punished with five horses.

The most important thing in Western Vietnam is horses, and they are also the best at raising horses.

After Xie Ze placed Nan Fengling in a vacant camp tent for his female dependents, there was no movement.

Nan Fengling didn't know what he was up to, anyway, he hadn't come over to bother her for three days.

She was at ease.

In the past three days, she has not been worried about food, and every time she has a meal, a maid will bring her food.

The diet of the Xiyue people is not used to eating by Nanfeng Ling, so they can only barely eat a few mouthfuls to ensure the daily nutrition required by the body and maintain normal physical strength.

The meal is not to her liking, but the mare's milk cake is quite to her liking.

Although the milky flavor is strong, the pastry is refreshing.

Nan Fengling was bored and took the plate of mare's milk cake and looked at it carefully.

Xie Ze walked in quietly.

Nan Fengling was too distracted to notice Xie Ze who was approaching her behind her.

"Mare's milk cake is for eating, not for seeing."

Caught off guard, Nan Fengling let go of his hands in fright, and all the mare's milk cakes on the plate were knocked over on the table.

"Are you a human or a ghost, and you walk without sound?"

Nan Fengling turned around and blamed him dissatisfied, then picked up the pastry on the case, and ate a piece in front of Xie Ze.