Inside the Red Zhao Pavilion Moon Pavilion.

The delicate door was slammed open with a "pop", Xie Lanlu rushed into the house, panting and subconsciously looking at the window, and found that a man in blue and a man in white were already sitting there, and the whole person felt bad.

The man in white is the world-famous King Rong, Fu Jing.

The man in blue on the side was Han Qianxiu, the sister-in-law of the Shangshu family of the Ministry of Rites.

Humility is what he has played since he was a child, and he is not afraid.

But King Narong is not something he can provoke.

Moreover, Fu Jing has always been a turtle hair, a serious cleanliness habit, and he can't wait for anyone, and there are probably few people who dare to let him wait.

His heart trembled at the thought of this, and he couldn't imagine the consequences of being late.

He stood still, swallowed, and smiled with difficulty.

"What, I just accidentally bumped into someone below, hey, why do you say there are so many people on the street at noon."

As he spoke, he glanced at the look of the man in white, and when he saw that there was no different color, he continued.

"That kid was accidentally hit by me, his arm was bleeding so much, my heart hurts when I see it, Brother Rong, you see, I've always been kind and cute, I like to help the weak, how could I leave directly when such a thing happens, isn't that too irresponsible."

As he spoke, he winked at the blue man.

The man in blue drank the tea in his hand with a smile on the corner of his mouth, without looking at him.

Seeing that he refused to help, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more stiff, and he slowly moved to try to sit on the couch.

I just got to the side and haven't moved my ass up.

Fu Jing raised his eyes and looked at him, his eyes as cold as cold stars.

Xie Lan immediately felt that her legs were weak, and she wanted to cry without tears.

"Brother Rong, I was wrong, I didn't mean to be late."

"I just returned to the capital from Saibei two days ago, and I haven't had a good rest for a few months, but I have had a good time in the past few days to relieve my lovesickness a little."

As he spoke, he sat down on the couch, took a big sip of tea, and exhaled a long breath.

"Alas, it's better to be in the capital, I don't know what my dad thinks, he has to let me go to Saibei to fight with him, I haven't reached the age of a weak crown yet."

Han Qianxiu looked at him amusedly and shook his head.

"You have to go through this sooner or later, General Xie is also anxious, besides, you are not small, how can it be important to have fun to protect your family and defend the country?"

Xie Lanlu also knew this in his heart, but he still snorted dissatisfiedly.

Fu Jing ignored his complaints, put down the book in his hand, took a sip of tea, and said in a light tone.

"How's the battle going in northern Cyprus?"

Xie Lanlu's expression narrowed when he heard the words, and his face was serious.

"The war situation can be said to be very bad. This war lasted for more than a month, we spent a lot of manpower and material resources, although in the end we won and held Yanbei City, but the losses were heavy, and it may take a while to recover. ”

Han Qianxiu frowned when he heard this.

"The Tibetan people are cunning and aggressive by nature, I'm afraid they won't be so easy to overcome."

Fu Jing's eyes were gloomy, and the emotions in his eyes were indistinct.

"Since the Tibetan people have invaded the city, they will not give up easily, so it is better to let General Xie be careful."

Xie Lanlu's face was also extremely serious, and he considered it seriously when he heard the words.

"Well, tomorrow I will write a letter to my father and tell him to be careful."

After speaking, he returned to the appearance of a hanger in a serious way.

Seeing the scroll in Fu Jing's hand, his eyes widened slightly, in disbelief.

"Brother Rong, this book, this is the church book of Yuan Chengtang?"