The carriage headed towards the east gate, and along the way, from time to time, the sergeants with blood stains on their armor and mud rushed in, and seeing them talking and laughing loudly, and their faces were full of energy, it was obvious that this victory made them feel a great sense of accomplishment.

When he came to the east city gate, His Royal Highness led the staff and generals to rush over, Feng Wan looked at them one by one with wide eyes, and saw that there was no Wei Ziyang, so he hurriedly said: "Get out of the city." ”

"This, ma'am?" Without waiting for the master to question, Feng Wan once again resolutely ordered, "Get out of the city." ”

"Yes."

The carriage drove out of the city gates.

After walking about five or six miles, a slow-moving carriage appeared on the official road ahead, and beside the carriage, there were only twenty or thirty sergeants.

Compared with the elated sergeants along the way, the team of people in front of them was surprisingly quiet.

Feng Wan's carriage greeted him.

As soon as the carriage stopped, Feng Wan's voice came out of the car, "Old man of Yuancheng, I want to see Wei Jun." ”

Her voice was crisp, and the two sergeants in front of her glanced at each other, nodded, and said, "Come here." ”

"Yes."

Feng Wan's carriage drove over.

As soon as the curtain was lifted, Feng Wan jumped off the carriage, she walked lightly to the carriage, and was blessed, "The concubine wants to get on the carriage, can you?" ”

The person she asked, if it was a sergeant on the left and right, was better than a person in the car.

After a while, a voice with a hoarse tiredness in silence came from the carriage, "Come in." ”

"Yes."

Feng Wan climbed in.

To her surprise, the young man in the carriage was not lying in the carriage dying. He sat straight and straight, dressed in a black silk robe inlaid with gold flowers, as thin as a cicada on his body, that is, the white satin wrapped tightly around his chest and stained red with blood, and because of the master's demeanor, it looked a little charming.

The color of the young man's beautiful face was a little too white, his thin lips were pursed, his phoenix eyes glanced at Feng Wan obliquely, he raised the wine bottle and shook it, and with the young man's movements, his long dark hair fluttered, "Only you, a woman, will come." ”

He smiled, his eyes seemed to be affectionate and ruthless, and his movements were graceful and evil.

But when Feng Wan heard his voice, he wanted to cry a little: Yes, he obviously won a big battle, he showed his talents, and he was willing to come to greet him, a great hero, but there was only one woman in the city!

It's the Fifth Highness, and because of his great talent, he is uneasy, right? Therefore, he left behind him who was seriously wounded, so he did not summon the doctor to accompany him.

She crawled up to him and crouched down.

Reaching out and taking his wine bottle aside, Feng Wan lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "I was forced to enter the palace by my fourth sister just now, and then I met the eldest princess Chen Ya, she wanted to slap me, but I avoided it." ”

She looked up at Wei Ziyang, her eyes were crystal clear, and her voice was dumb, Feng Wan said in a low voice: "When the phoenix soars in the sky, it has to bear the pain of fire. ”

"What are you going to say, woman?"

Wei Ziyang smiled dumbly, and he said lazily, "Are you here to congratulate me?" Or come and have pity on me? ”

Facing his taunt, Feng Wan shook his head.

She took two steps towards him again.

Crawling behind him, Feng Wan sat up straight and gently untied the white satin tied to his chest. As soon as the white satin was taken off, blood bubbled out like a stream. Feng Wan hurriedly took another piece of white satin and wrapped it tightly, and while tying it, she said in a low voice: "Before the phoenix soars into the sky, it will inevitably have to bear the white eyes of the world. ”

As soon as it was tied, she couldn't help but stretch out her arms, hugging his waist from behind, resting her face on his shoulder, Feng Wan said: "Never, not being jealous is a mediocre talent, Lang Jun has an arrow wound, don't be angry because of the jealousy of mediocrity, and Zhou Lang is shocked." ”

The Zhou Lang she said was Zhou Yu during the Three Kingdoms, and he was so angry that he died in his thirties after being wounded by an arrow.

Feng Wan died early, and she didn't know what happened to Wei Ziyang later.

But in the dream, he was also provoked by the world's ridicule and guidance after the first battle to spit out a few mouthfuls of blood. She knows deeply that after vomiting blood like this, even if there are good doctors and medicines, she will not be able to raise it back in this life.

Wei Ziyang finally put away his lazy, nonchalant smile.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to pull away Feng Wan's hand holding him.

As soon as he moved, Feng Wan grabbed him with his backhand.

This hand, soft and soft, with a warmth that people couldn't refuse, Wei Ziyang's hand froze.

He let her hold it warmly.

Then he heard the woman behind him, soft, low, pleading, whispering, "Please, whatever others say, laugh at it, is it okay?" ”

Hearing the light tremor in her voice, Wei Ziyang smiled, and he said mockingly: "Are you afraid that I will be angry to death, and no one will protect you from now on?" ”

After a long time, Feng Wan replied in a low voice: "Yes." ”

This answer made Wei Ziyang frown again, he shook Feng Wan's hand, and said coldly: "You are too worried, who is Wei someone, how can he be provoked by mediocrity?" ”

Feng Wan wanted this sentence from him.

She replied softly and slowly retreated into the corner of the carriage.

After being silent for a long time, Feng Wan said in a low voice: "The Fifth Highness is fighting for the throne, and the merit of this battle must be attributed to him." She raised her head and talked eloquently, "When Xiao Lang faces the saint, remember to say that it is precisely because of the guidance of the Fifth Highness that he won this battle." ”

Wei Ziyang stared at her.

His thin lips pursed slightly, and his eyes were bright and charming.

After a while, he suddenly asked, "What else do you know?" ”

Feng Wan was forced to lower her head by his burning gaze, and she said softly: "After I go back, I also ask Xiaolang to give me a breath and slap the eldest princess Aya!" ”

She looked up, "Okay?" ”

Wei Ziyang smiled, and with this smile, his beautiful face shone like a glow, and it was gorgeous and indescribable, "Good! ”

He leaned back, ignoring the fact that the wound on his chest burst because of this action, and in the blink of an eye, the white satin turned into red satin.

Staring at her, he said slowly: "Bahu, I don't know how to deal with people, although I have military talents, I am only a general." After a pause, his voice was as soft as a spring breeze, "Do you want me like this?" ”

Feng Wan lowered his head, "Yes." ”

In the dream, after his victory this time, he was also dangerous, but he was provoked by the guidance of the world to vomit a mouthful of blood, although his body was defeated, but it also made the people above feel at ease.

This time, she couldn't make him vomit blood, and she had to use another method to reassure the superior.

After all, the Chen Hu clan, who rule this region, has only been founded for thirty or forty years! And their ancestors, when Wei Ziyang was so big, did not have such military exploits.

After all, this is an era when you can dominate one side by force!

A hand is outstretched.

It picked up the wine bottle, took a sip of its own, and brought it to Feng Wan's lips.

The oblique phoenix eyes flowed, and the blood was faint, "Drink it." ”

Feng Wan glanced at him, met the brilliant eyes of the stunning young man, lowered her head, took his hand, and drank the bottle of wine.

After drinking it all, she crawled down, "Lord, Ah Wan will go first." ”

She commanded outside and got out of the carriage.

Looking at the dust stirred up by Feng Wan's carriage, Wei Ziyang raised his eyebrows, his slender fingers, intentionally or unintentionally, stroked the edge of the bottle that he had drunk just now, and Feng Wan had also drunk, and said in a low voice: "I really can't see through it." ”

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