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Only then did the red-waisted waist remember and ask the white-faced coachman, "Why did you come to my tent?" ”

The white-faced coachman replied coldly: "If I were here, those people would be more wary of the prince." ”

The red waist stopped speaking inexplicably, thinking of the jealousy of those people outside towards the Nine Kings, even if the white-faced coachman was not there, this vigilance could not be suppressed.

Red Waist simply turned around and looked at the tent, she really wanted to take this opportunity to review the sword qi and the like, even if it was such an unfashionable military camp, there was such an environment.

Behind him, the white-faced coachman said, "Do you still feel the pain now?" ”

This abrupt sentence made the red waist stunned, she slowly straightened up, and saw the white-faced coachman's cold eyes.

She knew that the white-faced coachman's eyes could show emotion, unlike his ever-changing face. Redwaist asked him, "What about you, do you feel when others touch your face?" ”

The face of the white-faced coachman is a layer of fake skin. Redwaist knows that there will be no real person's face without a trace of expression, unless it is fake.

So he never makes an expression, but he's a real person with emotions.

So at this moment, the red waist asked this sentence and looked at him a little playfully.

The white-faced coachman was not annoyed, his eyes were also calm, and he said: "No one dares to touch my face, and they have no chance, but they have a chance to kill you." ”

This is the truth, even if the red waist knows a little bit now, nothing has changed.

Red Waist smiled: "You're right, I'm afraid of pain now, so you will stand in front of me in the future, and I will break the back." ”

The white-faced coachman's blue eyes stared at her face, and the red-waisted dared to tease the white-faced coachman, which would not have been done before. And the white-faced coachman actually smiled in his eyes, which only the current red waist could recognize this fleeting smile, and she was relieved.

"It seems that the prince really wants to help this Yanbeiguan, as long as they are not too stupid, they should agree to the prince." Redwaist said.

The white-faced coachman disagreed with the red waist's family words, and he said lightly: "The distrust in my heart is not so easy to pass. ”

The red waist asked rhetorically: "Then how did you trust the prince?" ”

The white-faced coachman did not move: "It's like when you forget everything, but when you open your eyes, you see the head of the Xie family." ”

The person you see at first sight, if that person is still smiling and gentle, it is almost the restart of your life.

The red waist wanted to ask, but swallowed his words again, because from Miss Luo's matter, it was almost certain that the white-faced coachman had lost his original memory.

Maybe it was the Nine Kings who saved him, or maybe it was something else, in short, let him follow the Nine Kings.

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In the big tent, the Nine Kings finally didn't mention any requests, he smiled at those guarded eyes, and then told Wei Ziying: "Since His Royal Highness thinks that the identity of the staff is suitable, then the staff." ”

Accepting this nominal identity, accepting the ignorant malice of the people around him, and also settled the life of the barracks.

The Nine Kings shook the bone fan: "Your Highness, please go back." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he sent off the guests, and the people next to him all looked angry, and the middle-aged Confucian punched the cotton, looked down at Wei Ziying in the wheelchair, and didn't speak again after all.

It would be best for this demon to recognize his staff, after all, he is the official military advisor beside Wei Ziying. All the ideas of the staff still have to be deployed by the military division in the end.

With this thought, the middle-aged Confucian gently and skillfully pushed Wei Ziying out of the tent of the Nine Kings, feeling that even if this demon came, it would only be a few thousand soldiers who succumbed to it.

When the people were gone, the white-faced coachman came in with the curtain open and looked at the Nine Kings: "That group of people hasn't woken up yet." ”

is still living in a dream, dreaming of peace in the world.

The Nine Kings smiled behind the fan, and calculated the time, he was delayed on the road for several months, and then His Majesty, the brave and invincible King of Jin, had successfully taken down the territory of Chen in the past few months, and then went north to attack Wei, and the first to bear the brunt was Yanbei Pass.

Not to mention thousands, even tens of thousands of people may not be able to deal with the group of iron guards of the Great Jin.

Let's do it for now, there aren't many days left to dream anyway.

The middle-aged Confucian pushed Wei Ziying into his own commander's tent, and someone immediately followed him and said bitterly: "Your Highness, if this person stays in the army, he is raising tigers!" ”

It's a pity that the Nine Kings didn't eat a meal of rice from them, let alone let them raise it, so they became a tiger breeder for no reason.

Wei Ziying was obviously not in a good mood, and said with a cold face: "Don't say it again, you have the courage to ask your father to take back your fate!" ”

Of course, that person didn't have the guts, he only had the courage to jump in front of Wei Ziying, and persuaded a few words of loyalty without pain: "Your Highness!" His Majesty King Wei is now unable to protect himself, so it can be seen that he has sent this scourge of the whole world to His Highness's military camp, if His Highness does not resist, he will be tossed on the chopping block! ”

Obviously, these words angered the noble self-esteem of the Third Highness: "Zhang Dashan! Your Highness can't teach you a lesson! ”

The man named Zhang Dashan was stunned for a moment, and walked out of the military tent with a sad face.

At a critical juncture, I am not afraid of those who can fight, but I am afraid that I will not be able to do anything like this, and I only rely on one mouth and mouth. After all, the enemy army is in front, and the mouth cannon can't kill people, so you can only respond to your own people.

Wei Ziying dropped a vase.

The middle-aged Confucian man pretended to say: "Why should Your Highness be angry, the people on the left and right have already come, and Your Highness will look at people strictly, that is." ”

Looking at it strictly, Wei Ziying calmed down a little bit from his anger, he slowly clenched his fists and looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar: "It's still the teacher who understands my heart." ”

The middle-aged Confucian man smiled fakely.

What does he know about his heart, to put it simply, the sleeves of the third prince Wei Ziying are broken, broken sleeves, good Longyang.

That's why King Wei sent this son far away, and the saying that a cheap son came from this. After all, His Majesty King Wei also has several sons, and he is not the only seedling.

In King Wei's heart, Wei Ziying is gloriously juxtaposed with the Nine Kings, and they are all the kind of people who don't want to see each other.

Red Waist only found out yesterday that she was the only woman in the barracks, and the reason is this, it stands to reason that there will be prostitutes in the barracks, but who makes the commander of this barracks not cold to women.

But Red Waist naturally won't use extra energy to analyze these, she needs to prove to the Nine Kings that she is still useful, she also needs a way to control the Blood Gu, and she also needs to go back to Wuxiang Mountain to see the owner of Fengming's dagger.

The next night, she finally didn't make any more trouble, and the red waist slept peacefully, and after getting up, she entered the role and went to the tent of the nine kings to "serve" the nine kings.

Unexpectedly, someone had already taken the lead, Wei Ziying sat in the tent with a sense of presence, and someone next to him brought a good dish of water to the nine kings.

The red waist was hungry when she saw it, and she had already walked in, even if she wanted to go out, it was too conspicuous, and she hesitated for a long time, but she still walked over.

Wei Ziying had already noticed this woman, and she didn't speak much, and said softly at this time: "Brother, the food in the barracks is rough, and the foolish brother prepared these overnight yesterday, and I want to make amends to the elder brother, and I hope that the elder brother will not be angry with the foolish brother." ”

Looking at his feminine and feminine appearance, he actually said that the Nine Kings would be angry with him, how could this be possible, who has the ability to make the Nine Kings angry.

The Nine Kings looked at him with a smile instead of a smile, and the red waist thought about it, and decided to give full play to his true qualities as a servant, walked up to the Nine Kings, and said, "Which one does the prince like to eat, the slave maid will cook for you." “

Wei Ziying glanced at the red waist again, and the red waist looked at him casually, patiently waiting for the nine kings to order.

Wei Ziying said again: "My brother has always been tired of eating, if he is not satisfied with these, his younger brother will change it again." ”

Red Waist didn't expect that these three highnesses were really wealthy, he just said that these delicacies were prepared in a hurry, and said that the food in the military camp was not good, where is this bad, it is good, and he has already spent all the money in the military camp, what should he do when he really fights, where can he be allowed to squander it like this.

The red waist once read the position of the soldiers and horses, the grain and grass go first, and if there is no grain and grass, the army of tigers and wolves will have to rest the food, and the king of Wei will not wait to see this northern area of the wild goose, and if the mountains and rivers are exhausted, these people have made up their minds to die for the country?

The red waist stretched out his hand and took a plate of fragrant roast lamb legs, turned his head and asked the nine kings: "Lord Wang, do you want to slice it?" ”

Wei Ziying's face was ugly and a little gloomy.

The Nine Kings smiled and glanced at Wei Ziying: "Hong'er, don't be unruly in front of the Third Highness." ”

Wei Ziying's face softened a little, and said: "I just said that my brother has always disliked such unruly slaves, let alone a female slave." ”

The word slave girl made the red waist prick up her ears, and then put the leg of mutton in front of the nine kings.

Fortunately, at this time, someone's fierce cry broke the deadlock in the tent, first a burst of horses' hooves flew, someone rolled off the horse's back, and rushed directly to the commander's tent.

"Eight hundred miles expedited!"

The man roared, and then it seemed as if someone had kindly instructed him that His Royal Highness the Commander Wei was not in the camp of the commander, but in another tent.

Then a grizzled soldier rushed in directly from outside the tent, and fell to his knees on the ground, his face full of pain: "Your Highness! The Jin army has already entered the border pass! ”

This sentence swept the boundless, swept away the faint wine pond and meat forest in the tent, and the luxury was decadent.

Wei Ziying grabbed the wheelchair and shook it, if it weren't for the bad legs and feet, he would definitely stand up, his eyes widened, like an innocent true prince: "What's the matter?" Isn't it a long time before we get there? ”

Dare to love him and think that as long as the Jin army does not come for a day, he can continue to be drunk and dream of death for a day.

The little soldier rode on his horse and obviously ran away with half of his soul, and his voice was hoarse and desperate: "They have marched in advance, and the spies said that they will hit our Yanbei Pass in five days at most, Your Highness, you have to have an idea!" ”

In the dead silence, the red waist took the time to look at the leg of mutton that was still steaming, which was a pity. Now Wei Ziying and these soldiers are afraid to realize that soon they will become the leg of lamb in this meal.

Wei Ziying's eyes were red: "No, there must be something wrong here!" ”