Suzaku Street's originally wide street is now surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside.

The soldiers of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division and the officials of the Jingzhao Yin Mansion had no choice but to build human walls on both sides of the road, three steps and one post, and five steps and one sentry, so as to stop the swarming people and leave a wide enough place for the soldiers and horses and the Qiang people to rely on to move forward. Those people could only wait behind the human wall. The teahouses on both sides of the street are full today, and the private rooms on the second floor are all covered by the dignitaries and nobles in the capital. Between the open flower windows, the ladies and ladies of each province have hooked their heads to look at the end of Suzaku Street, this kind of grand event, since they can't fall on the façade of their own homes, so they are all carefully dressed, silk and satin, beads and jade rings, the clothes are fragrant, a group of flowers, rich and noble.

"It's coming, it's coming! General Murong and the prince and princess of the Qiang people entered the city. The officials of the Ministry of Etiquette rode all the way to report the news, and the people on both sides of the road, whether in the teahouse or in the market, were agitated.

"Don't squeeze!"

"Squeeze what?"

The soldiers of the Five Cities Terracotta Division and the officials of Jing Zhaoyin couldn't stop the crowd rushing forward with black lines on their faces, and they used all their strength to maintain order on the street.

Everyone looked anxiously in the direction of the city gate, and they all wanted to be the first to see what the most famous female general of the Great Qi today had become.

It's been five years! Isn't it the same as the Black Tower?

Back then, she was as strong as a little calf, and I heard that she could eat three bowls of rice in one meal!

Wrong! It's a bucket! That was when she was twelve or thirteen years old.

The ladies of various aristocratic and wealthy families covered their faces with fans, waiting to see people.

In the distance, there is a four-pole red background flag lined up, the two sides of the side are embroidered with the pattern of the dragon with golden silk thread, and the two sides in the middle are embroidered with the word "Qi" of the big bucket. It is followed by a four-pole black flag, the flags on both sides are embroidered with red silk threads in the style of flying tigers, long teeth and claws, wings flying, and the two poles in the middle are embroidered with the two big characters "Murong". The eight-pole banner was held in the hands of the cavalry with bright armor and bright armor, and with the sound of hunting in the autumn wind, the momentum was already extraordinary.

Murong Jin left the army outside the city and only brought five hundred elites of the Flying Tiger Army into the city. The five hundred elites were all chosen, and the young men were all heroic and handsome, riding uniform white horses, wearing bright silver armor, and closely following behind the banner. They rode by, a group of five, marching hand in hand, neatly arranged, all in good spirits, resolute in their eyes, straight and straight in their waists, and no one praised them everywhere they passed.

It's so handsome!

Promote the military prestige of the Great Qi and the prestige of the country.

I don't know who took the lead in shouting hello first, and then the cheers came one after another, endlessly, seeing such a military appearance, every Daqi people present were shocked, and a little pride and pride came out from the bottom of their hearts.

Even the girls of the palace nobles on the second floor couldn't bear it, and looked at the railing, chattering and speculating with their sisters.

"What about Murong Jin?"

"These people are all dressed the same, which one is it?"

"Don't worry, wait and see!"

When the team was more than halfway through, there were two large flags in the center of the team, separated from the front team by a distance, and under the banner of the Murong Flying Tiger Army fluttering in the wind, a tall black horse walked unhurriedly in the middle of the team with small steps.

Black horse, black complex, sitting on it a slender and tall figure, also wearing black armor, she has never worn a crown, thick black long hair with a red ribbon tied into a high ponytail hanging down behind the head, the wind passes, the jet black hair and the red ribbon fly together, dragging out a flamboyant and charming beauty.

Under the warm autumn sun, there seemed to be a layer of dark cyan light flowing on the black armor. The armor is extremely fitted, wrapping the slender and moderate body to the fullest, and the lines are gentle and smooth, and it is beautiful! Her legs are slender, her figure is not inferior to that of ordinary men, and her waist is slender, but it seems to contain infinite strength. Her back was straight, like a sharp-edged steel knife ready to be unsheathed, she held the reins in one hand, and carried a black spear in the other, the tip of the spear was on the ground, as if dragging rather than dragging, and the head of the spear also hung down with a red spear tassel of the same color as her hairband, like blood, like fire.

Everywhere she passed, the original noise would stop for a moment, and the air would seem to freeze, and when she passed, it would be noisy again, and the atmosphere would be even more vigorous.

The people on the street were excited to see Murong Jin's lineup, but the palace nobles who occupied the most powerful type were unwilling, condescending, but they couldn't see the woman's face.

I don't know which abrupt prodigal son leaned out on the second floor and shouted, "Murong Jin." ”

Hearing someone call her name, the woman on horseback looked up nonchalantly and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

It was only when she raised her head that the people on the second floor could see her face clearly.

The Marquis of Murong was also one of the famous sons in the capital, with an extraordinary appearance, and a little shadow of the Marquis of Murong was vaguely visible in Murong Jin's appearance, but he was even better than the Marquis of Murong back then. Five years of wind and frost, conquest and crusade, sharpened her into a sharp edge, her long eyebrows are as thick as a man, slightly provoked, with a bit of indescribable publicity. The bridge of the nose is high and beautiful, and a pair of red lips are like cherry blossoms, even the most famous rouge shop in the capital can't mix such bright and beautiful colors. The years have condensed, polishing her originally fat and round face, a standard beauty face, but without the delicate spirit of a woman in the boudoir, but with a kind of fortitude and courage. Her gaze seemed to be careless, but everywhere she swept it, people felt a chilling aura of murder.

Beautiful and handsome!

The nobles on the second floor were almost stunned, and even the young ladies and sons who were waiting to see Murong Jin's jokes were all stammering at the moment, unable to say a word.

Looking at the whole Daqi, there will probably not be another person like Murong Jin, a natural beauty, stunning and beautiful, but with a vividly handsome, soaked in skin and bones, male and female indistinguishable, the more this kind of beauty beyond gender, the more it makes people red-faced and thrilling.

The son who called her name was swept away by Murong Jin's eyes, and he couldn't help but panic in his heart, he turned sideways and wanted to dodge, but in a hurry, he knocked over a pot of weeping silk begonias placed on the fence, and even the flowers and pots rolled down, seeing that they were about to smash on the heads of the onlookers below, and the water squeezed below was impassable, and there was no way to avoid it.

Before the others had time to exclaim, they saw Murong Jin on horseback suddenly rise up, her posture was as strong as a swimming dragon, her arm was raised, the spear was picked out, and with a soft sound, the spear tip hit the flower pot, and then the falling flower pot was picked up by her. When the figure arrived, Murong Jin had already held the flower pot with one hand in a moment, and then gently placed it in its place.

"Be careful." As she placed the flower pot, she whispered, her voice like a stone crashing, cold and pleasant.

The boy's face was flushed, like dripping blood, but his heart was a deer crashing, and he couldn't suppress his excitement, so he could only bite his lip tightly, for fear that he would say something inappropriate again.

Before he could come back to his senses, Murong Jin had already fallen back on his horse and continued to move forward, as if nothing had happened just now.

"General Murong, you are so handsome." On the opposite teahouse, I don't know which girl clapped her hands excitedly and shouted.

Murong Jin raised his eyes again, smiled slightly at the noble girl who had shown her favor, and then bowed slightly.

The girl was dazzled by Murong Jin's smile, and only felt that she almost didn't suffocate herself in one breath. She pinched the handkerchief tightly, her cheeks immediately turned red, she was short of breath and her heart was beating, and she felt like she was going to faint.

When the man is not smiling, he is like an ice knife and a snow sword, but when he laughs, he is full of spring breeze, and his eyes are full of flowers.

The girl Huaichun, the magnificent son in her dreams, seems to be unable to match her smile.

The soldiers and horses marched by, and everyone's attention was attracted by Murong Jin, but they ignored the Qiang people who followed closely behind.

Everyone was excited.

Who would have thought that Miss Hou Fuyan, who was five big and three thick, and had infinite strength, not only did not grow into the appearance of a big black bear, but became such a landscape. Now that people have made great achievements, the Qiang people who have been coveting the richness of Daqi have come to deliver the letter of state, and repair the good of the two countries, what kind of merit is this, it really makes all the men of Daqi feel ashamed.

However, there are also many people who sneer at Murong Jin.

There are merits, and the appearance and temperament are not bad, but who is neither male nor female, who wants to marry back as a wife.

The world is calm, if it is a woman, she will eventually marry, Murong Jin is now nineteen years old, and among the noble women in the capital, she can be regarded as an old girl who can't get married.

If it is an ordinary Miss Houfu, it is not difficult to find someone to marry, but this Murong girl, with her great military exploits, is still a second marriage, and she is not high or low, I am afraid that it will be even more difficult.

Who would marry such a woman and go home? Isn't that a bad idea for yourself?

Besides, looking at the ability that Murong Jin revealed just now, how can an ordinary man shock a woman like her, if she marries back, in case she doesn't agree in a few words, and is slapped by that Murong girl, is there still her life?

When she was only thirteen years old, she was already able to pick up the stone lion in front of Jingzhao Yin's yamen and throw it for fun! It's not too much to slap someone to death.

Such a woman is terrifying!

Murong Jin didn't know that she had become a hot topic in the capital again, she led the team to the Guanghua Gate of the Imperial Palace, and now the Great Qi Emperor, Qi Guangzong, led hundreds of civil and military officials to greet her.

Murong Jin dismounted to meet her, and at the same time, the Qiang princes and princesses who came with her also stepped forward to salute.

Qi Guangzong was already happy to close his mouth.

Murong Jin has solved a big problem for him.

The Great Qi and the Qiang people have been fighting for many years, spending countless financial, material and human resources, and now that the war has stopped, they can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Besides, this time it was the Qiang people who first proposed to sue for peace, and Daqi earned enough face.

Thinking of this, Qi Guangzong happily stretched out his hand to help Murong Jin get up.

"Your Majesty." The queen standing beside Qi Guangzong took the lead, "The concubine is here." She bent down and helped Murong Jin up with her own hands.

Only then did Qi Guangzong remember, damn it, this General Murong is a woman!