The king of Nanjiang had a calm face and walked proudly in front, and Liuhuo followed him cautiously, with a thousand thoughts.

The current situation seems that his idea of coming to southern Xinjiang was too naïve. Silently following behind the king of southern Xinjiang, he had completely changed his original intention.

Coming to the courtyard of the ghost letter again, Liuhuo saw those strange medicine boys, and his heart was a little furious, but this time there were more people, and the emperor himself came, so he didn't show a timid look.

The medicine boys were still doing things as if they were doing something last time, and they couldn't see or hear the movement outside the courtyard at all.

With a smile on his face, the king of Nanjiang unhurriedly picked up the curved bow from his back, drew an arrow, and shot it towards the courtyard. When the medicine boy in the courtyard heard the sound, he was in a commotion, and a medicine boy flew into the air and grabbed the flying arrow.

"Good kung fu!" Liuhuo sighed secretly, peeking at the king of southern Xinjiang, still looking calm and calm, with a bamboo in his chest.

After the medicine boy grabbed the arrow, he rubbed it with his hand for a while, babbling in his mouth, and then turned and ran inside. After a while, an old man came out of the room, with his back bent and his face as thin as a skeleton, and he knelt down to take over from afar.

"Hahaha, ghost letter, how are you doing?" The king of southern Xinjiang dismounted and stood outside the courtyard and asked.

"Thanks to the emperor's blessings, the grass people are very good, very good." The ghost letter laughed, showing a mouthful of fangs, which was terrifying.

His eyes turned to Liuhuo, and he asked coldly, "This adult's poison is out of the way?" ”

"Thanks to my father's gift of medicine, I was able to keep this arm, Mr. Onixin's poison is too powerful." Liuhuo deliberately said the word "father" heavily, and he had the tendency to rely on the king of southern Xinjiang, wanting this ghost letter to apologize to him and save some face.

"Who is this?" Ghost Shin looked at him and turned his gaze to the King of Southern Xinjiang.

"It's Princess Maisa's colt." The royal road of southern Xinjiang.

"It turned out to be the master of the horse, and the little one was offended." Ghost Xin hugged his fist, but there was no respect, and after he finished speaking, he talked and laughed with the king of Nanjiang and went into the house, leaving him aside. Liuhuo was extremely annoyed, but he was helpless, he raised his foot and wanted to follow in, but unexpectedly, those medicine boys suddenly arrived, and he was so frightened that he quickly withdrew from the courtyard.

After waiting for a long time, the king of Nanjiang came out accompanied by the ghost letter, and after he said goodbye, the king of Nanjiang came out in a hurry, and it seemed that the poison had been obtained.

"Let's go, go back to the palace, hahaha, I don't believe it, I can't settle a woman." The king of southern Xinjiang laughed proudly, "Ride-" sounded, whipped the horse, and galloped forward. Liuhuo followed closely, and his heart was like overturning a five-flavor bottle, sweet and sour, and tossing and burning.

Speechless all the way, after returning to the palace, there was no time to rest, so the king of Nanjiang called Liuhuo to the study to discuss secretly.

"The poison that the ghost letter gave me, also known as the third watch ** cartilage powder, must be at the time of the third watch, while people are asleep, blow the poisonous mist in the bottle into her nose, in order to abolish her martial arts, the county lord's martial arts are weird, the internal force is unfathomable, if you sneak attack, I'm afraid you can't get close at all, you say, what to do?" The King of Southern Xinjiang asked.

"I don't know." Ryuho replied.

The king of Nanjiang glared at him and scolded: "Waste! Hurry up and figure it out! ”

"The county lord hates Erchen to the core, how dare Erchen get close to her?" Ryuhuo bowed his head and said.

The king of Nanjiang paced back and forth in the palace when he suddenly stopped and asked, "Who can approach her?" Can Maisha? ”

Ryuhuo smiled and said, "Maisha can, but Maisha won't harm her, and the retainer thinks he doesn't have the ability to convince her." ”

"I think about it, she and Dolma are quite compatible, I will ask Dolma." After he finished speaking, he lifted his feet and walked out. Ryuhuo glared fiercely at his back, walked out of the study, and walked towards the princess's bedroom.

When he returned to the dormitory, he went straight into the inner room, and lay alone on the bed sullen.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Maisha came in and sat on the edge of the bed, and asked carefully, "What's wrong with you?" After going out with my father for a few days, are you sick? ”

"It's a little uncomfortable, you go out, I'll lie down alone for a while." Ryuhuo said wryly.

"What's wrong? Shall I call the county lord to come and have a look? Maisha asked.

"County Lord." Ryuhuo muttered a word, staring at the top of the tent in a daze.

Maisha looked at him and whispered, "Are you worried about the county lord?" ”

"Ahh

"If you can't get it, why should you force it." Maisha said.

Ryuhuo glanced at her and was silent.

"You can rest for a while, I'll go out for a walk." Maisha sighed as well, stood up and walked out.

"Mayisha." Liuhuo stopped her, pondered for a while, and asked, "If I don't get the county lord and I won't be happy for the rest of my life, what do you think?" ”

Maisha looked back at him for a while, and said, "I feel sad when I look at the colt, but I can't do anything about it, and the lord seems to have no feelings for you." ”

"She has no feelings for me, and now her martial arts are unfathomable, and I can't even get close to her, in this life, I am destined to be depressed." Ryuhuo closed his eyes and said gloomily.

"If she doesn't have martial arts, can you approach her?" Maisha asked rhetorically.

"Of course you can, at least there is a chance." Ryuhuo opened his eyes and sat up suddenly.

"What chance?" Maisha frowned.

"I-" Ryuhuo said again.

"Strong?" Maisha looked at him dissatisfied.

"No, no, how can I use force, you are stupid, if she has no martial arts, she may be bullied, whoever bullies her, I can protect, protect more, she will be grateful to me, and then after a long time in southern Xinjiang, she will gradually forget the prince, and she will accept my feelings." Ryuhuo said.

Maisha listened quietly, and sat down a little sadly, stunned.

"What's wrong with you?" Ryuho asked.

"I feel uncomfortable, looking at my husband, who is only focused on other women, and I feel uncomfortable." Maisha looked down and said, two lines of tears flowing.

"My heart is also in you, and there are children, but my heart for the county lord, you have always understood it, this is my inner feelings, and I can't control it, why should you bother?" Ryuhuo got up from the bed and put his arm around Maisha's shoulders and said.

"Do you really have me and the child in your heart?" Maisha asked, raising her teary eyes.

"Of course there is, come, I'll hear if our children have moved." Ryuhuo picked her up, walked to the bed, gently placed her on the bed, and kissed her lightly on the forehead. Maisha was seldom spoiled by him in this way, and in an instant she was once again intoxicated by his gentle gaze.

"I'll hear if it's moving." Ryuki pressed her face against Maisha's bulging belly and listened carefully.

"It's early, right? I haven't felt it yet—" Before she could finish her sentence, Ryuhuo suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "It's moving, it's moving, it's like rolling." ”