Chapter 8: The Messenger of Heaven (1)
Isn't this woman like a femme fatale?
Fang Lingke didn't have any interest in her at all, he sneered in his heart, and arched his hand: "It's just a few days, the city lord still needs to take care of his body." ”
Nabutoya smiled at the corner of her mouth, and was about to praise him a few words, when a female soldier hurriedly walked outside, knelt down and wanted to speak.
"Say, there are no outsiders here. Nabutoya said lightly.
Fang Ling knew in her heart that it was not that she completely believed in herself, but that for her, she was already in her pocket.
The female soldier immediately announced: "There are a few southerners who ask to see them, saying that they are the envoys of the Marquis of Cai Guotianji, and they want to discuss important matters with the adults!"
Fang Ling's heart sank when he heard this, as early as when Chen Mou talked about the grassland, he had a faint premonition that Tianji Hou Wei An might come to intervene.
Now it seems that his hunch was really right, and this guy directly found Nabutoya.
Fang Ling and Wei An, the Marquis of Tianji, had two confrontations, the first time on the way to escape from the palace, Wei An followed all the way, and finally almost killed Fang Ling on the cliff, and the second time was in Blackwood City, where he sent his dead soldiers to recapture Song Ying'er, but in the end the entire army was wiped out.
Counting, it can be regarded as a one-win-one-loss draw, since it happened again this time, Fang Ling vowed to let him lose another game!
As soon as she heard the request of the people of Tianjihou to see her, Nabutoya waved her hand, Nina took Fang Ling to retire, and soon after walking out of the boudoir, Fang Ling deliberately showed a look of interest in the environment in the mansion, and said: "Nina girl, I want to take a look around the mansion." You've just been creamed on your face, so take a break and go back early to get a good night's sleep, maybe the scar will fade tomorrow. ”
Nina was overjoyed and said, "Really? Can you be a little lighter tomorrow? Then I'll go rest first, and you'll go back by yourself when you're done." ”
Fang Ling nodded, and after she left, he immediately turned around and rushed to the outside of Nabutoya's room.
At this time, Nabutoya had just come out of it and walked in the direction of the small hall, Fang Ling followed her like a night owl, and although there were female soldiers patrolling on the way, no one found any trace of him.
When he came to the outside of the small hall, Fang Ling looked inside, only to see two men sitting in the hall, one in his thirties in the front, wearing a crown and hat, with an elegant appearance, and a pair of Danfeng eyes that seemed to have narrow corners of the eyes, quite wise.
Beside him was a middle-aged man in his early forties, with a grim expression, a face like a knife, two broad-bladed long swords on his waist, exuding a chilling momentum all over his body, and at first glance he was a master of cultivation to reach the realm of melting qi.
As soon as Nabutoya appeared, both of them were obviously stunned, as if they did not expect such a beautiful prairie woman, but this stunned was only for a moment, and the two quickly calmed down, and the stunned expression seemed to have never appeared.
Fang Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, facing such a beautiful woman without any emotion, it shows how strong the hearts of the two of them are, only a person with a strong heart can be so firm.
Nabutoya swung the waist of the water snake, twisted to the upper seat and sat down, the elegant scribe smiled slightly, arched his hand and said: "Down is the advisor Ding Muzhong under the seat of the Marquis of Tianji, this is the deputy general Du Long under the seat of the Marquis of Tianji, and the two of us came to meet the city lord of Nabutoya on the order of the marquis." ”