"Of course it's fun!" The girl shouted for joy.

Her eyes slanted slightly, and the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, revealing that classic look of contempt, and said, "Do you know that Xiao An'an is Miss Ben's person, and she has done ......?"

She stretched out her finger and began to count again, and at the end, she said, "I have been Miss Ben's person for fifteen or sixteen years......"

"Miss, you're only eleven years old." Xiao Anan coughed, and couldn't help but remind.

The girl is only eleven years old, although she has known Xiao Anan for eleven years, but Xiao Anan has not been messing around with her since she was born, so her so-called "fifteen or sixteen years" really doesn't know how to calculate it.

"Do you want to die!?" The girl yelled at him unreasonably.

Xiao An'an said obedience, absolute obedience, anyway, Miss, whatever you say is right.

"Well, it's been twenty-five or six years since Xiao An'an became Miss Ben's person."

Xiao An'an: "......"

The girl deliberately made a contemptuous look, and asked Guan Kuo: "How long have you been following Miss Ben, you want this and that, you want to go to heaven?" ”

"Now you are also Miss Ben's person, Miss Ben will not allow it, even if you jump up and want to fly, you have to give Miss Ben a down!"

"Humph!"

The final summary is such a sundere cold snort.

She carried the snow-white skirt, stood on the chair, and then jumped down from it, the palace skirt floated up and down, and a faint fragrant breeze blew on her face.

"Wipe it clean, and then Miss Ben don't sit, Miss Ben is very happy now, I'm going to go to sleep, while Miss Ben is sleeping, the journey continues, okay, let's go!"

She was surrounded by countless Wu people and came to the carriage like an iron shell, raised her little face, stretched lazily in the sun, and turned around again, her snow-white palace skirt and jet-black hair fluttered up, and then she got in and never came out.

She just threw the black-faced Guan Kuo in place, and in Guan Kuo's words, she got into the turtle shell again.

“#￥%”

Guan Kuo couldn't help but curse again.

He took great pains to try and tell the story of the hunchbacked old gold today, trying to get some information from Xiao An'an, but it backfired, and he didn't even know the name of the other party, he felt very unwilling, he was a completely vulnerable group here, although those people couldn't talk about ignoring or despising themselves, but he was really embarrassed.

Xiao An'an rarely laughed a little obscene and very unsightly, "hehe", stood up, patted his brocade robe, because Guan Kuo was still sitting, he looked a little condescending, and said: "Guan Kuo, I'm sorry, because of Miss's order, forgive me, my name can't tell you, as Miss said, I am her person, I am loyal to her......"

"You guy who is more beautiful than Li Xiyun!" Guan Kuo yelled at him, "Don't you blush when you say that!?" ”

Xiao Anan raised his head slightly, and then, looking straight ahead, now he no longer has that shameless appearance, nor does he have the appearance of cowering in front of the girl, and he has once again become a dashing son who is as rich as jade.

He made a polite gesture gracefully, and then walked away in a dashing manner.

The journey continues, and today's efforts have not been able to achieve much results.

But he has roughly determined that Xiao An'an and the hunchbacked old Jin must have something to do with each other, otherwise the other party will not have such a strange phenomenon.

So, he was even more confused about the hunchback Lao Jin, and he couldn't understand what the hunchback Lao Jin had to do with the Wu people, especially with the girl, or Xiao An'an.

He recalled that there was no problem with the Northern Tang dialect of the hunchbacked Lao Jin, and the final conclusion was that there was no problem at all, just like the Northern Tang dialect spoken by all the Northern Tang people and Chang'an people, and there would definitely be no Southern Wu accent anyway.

He slowly felt that this didn't mean anything at all, he said that the Northern Tang dialect did not have a Southern Wu accent, and the Southern Wu dialect also did not have a Northern Tang accent, if the secret existence of the hunchbacked Lao Jin existed, the other party could do it without arousing anyone's suspicion.

He looked up at the sky, the sky was high and far away, the four fields were vast, the journey was still continuing, and he could only become the girl's "guard" at present.

They traveled all the way south, taking winding routes, and Guan Kuo couldn't know what these twists and turns meant, but he knew very well that those routes were safe.

However, in the end, they were not able to make it to Chang'an unharmed in this twilight autumn, because their routes were cut off.

Ashinaqin's deployment did not deviate from his assumptions, and given that General Zhenwei's forces were scattered, he succeeded in encircling and killing the troops of Li Xianyue, the king of Jin, from both sides.

The war is about to begin, and the clouds are beginning to shroud again, and the safety of the Northern Tang Dynasty and Northern Xinjiang is all in between.

……

……

The Northern Tang Army lay outside the pass, and before the Northern Xinjiang, several tight and tight defense lines were formed, and they now have no way to retreat, because if they retreat, they can only retreat into the territory of the Northern Tang Dynasty, so the Tuwu people will also follow in, which will also mean the defeat of the Northern Tang Dynasty defenders.

The Turrs don't know when they're coming, and they must hurry up and complete their deployment and live and die with the land.

Many of their parents, wives and children were watching them from afar, and if they failed, those relatives would be trampled on, so they decided to fight against the water.

The clear skies lasted only a few days, and now, it was starting to be gloomy again.

Many people heard singing in the distance.

That's the Qin cavity.

The news of General Zhenwei's martyrdom only came yesterday and was confirmed, but those iron-blooded old Qin people couldn't help crying.

Many of them are not afraid of death, and they also tell themselves that they are not afraid of life and death, but when they know that General Zhenwei, who was born in Qin, was martyred, they still feel uncontrollable sadness.

They didn't know where General Zhenwei died, but they had already thought that when this battle was over, everyone would go home, and they would find General Zhenwei's bones and take him home with them and return to Qindi.

The song is accompanied by people from afar against a background of gloomy sky.

There was a long line of people coming from Skyrim, getting closer and closer.

Not knowing who those people were, the troops of the Northern Tang began to be vigilant.

The man who walked in the front was riding a horse, a war horse in armor, and the armor on his own body and the armor on the war horse all looked a little fragmented and stained with blood, but because of the drying up of the blood and the length of time, it was black and red.

(End of chapter)