At the foot of Lianyun Mountain, a temporary camp.

The sky was bright, the torches were still lit in the coach's tent, and the old face of the left minister was reflected red.

He paced back and forth, shadows of the wrinkles on his forehead piling up, making his expression even more unpredictable.

Liu Shang, the squire of the military department, had just come in, and when he saw that his father was uneasy, he didn't know what to say, so he had to persuade softly, "Father, don't worry." ”

Hearing the sound, Zuo Xiang stopped and looked at his son intently, "What's the news?" ”

"Nope." Liu Shang was truthful, "I only caught a few nearby mountain people. ”

"Bring it on."

"No."

Liu Shang responded, and with a wave of his hand, several sergeants escorted three men dressed as peasants into the tent. <

"His Royal Highness the Prince, Please Don't Spoil Me" Chapter 63 His sword is in the middle of his hand, please wait a moment,

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