"Holy!"

The next day, when Feng Jiutian saw Nangong Ling preparing a car for her, she was so angry that she burst into a foul mouth.

It happened that Nangong Ling and a group of generals rode past Feng Jiutian, just a few steps, Nangong Ling pulled the reins lightly, waited until the horse stopped walking, looked at Feng Jiutian lightly, and spit out a sentence that made Feng Jiutian vomit blood.

"The prisoner car is also a car!"

It seems that because of Feng Jiu's fishing method, everyone has a full meal, and it seems that because Feng Jiutian protects the little tiger, everyone's attitude towards Feng Jiutian has changed slightly, looking at Feng Jiutian's eyes, although there is still resentment in his eyes, but he is not so repulsive.

Today's Nangong Ling is not wearing a robe, but wearing a dark armor and a dark cloak behind him, which looks majestic and extremely eye-catching.

Feng Jiu leaned into the distant figure, took a deep breath, resisted the urge to kick Nangong Ling off the horse, and looked at the "car" in front of him.

Two horses, with wheels on their backs, and behind them is a boxy cage.

Feng Jiutian put on Nangong Ling's cloak, stood in place, and did a long time of psychological construction for herself, and then climbed up, she felt that compared to the soldiers walking behind, compared to being dragged behind by Nangong Ling's dog man, this is also a car.

gave the car and assigned her a driver to drive, which can be regarded as taking care of her.

Nangong Ling's cloak was very large, enough to wrap her from head to toe, Feng Jiu sat in the prisoner car wrapped in the cloak, although the cold wind was still blowing, but she didn't feel cold, looked at the majestic mountains in the distance, yawned, and fell asleep comfortably.

In the afternoon, the group rested in a jungle.

Nangong Ling involuntarily raised his feet and walked towards the prisoner cart behind, with his understanding of Feng Jiutian, it was a great insult to let her sit in the prisoner car, and she didn't even make trouble.

"Lord Wang!"

Several soldiers were squatting not far from the prisoner cart eating dry food, and when they saw Nangong Ling, they all got up and said hello.

Nangong Ling nodded lightly and looked at the prisoner cart.

I saw a small prison car, it was dark inside, until Nangong Ling approached, I saw that Feng Jiu was wrapped in his cloak, curled up and lying in the prison car, the cloak was very large, almost wrapped from head to toe, if you didn't look carefully, it was difficult to find that there was a person hiding inside.

Nangong Ling frowned slightly, opened the door, and reached out to pick up the cloak.

The first thing that caught my eye was a suffocating countenance, the girl squinted, slept soundly, breathed slightly, and her cheeks were faintly crimson because she was covered under the cloak.

"Don't make a fuss, dear!"

The cold wind blew his cheeks painfully, Feng Jiutian thought it was his comrade-in-arms, muttered casually, closed his eyes, pulled the cloak from Nangong Ling's hand, wrapped it around himself, and then turned over and continued to sleep.

High officer?

Nangong Ling's face turned cold instantly, Feng Jiutian married him for two years, although the two did not have a round house, but after all, they have the name of husband and wife, she looks gentle and virtuous on weekdays, and she has always been respectful to him, she has always been called "Wangye", when has there been such an intimate title of "Qing".

But since she was abolished by him and woke up, it has become different.

If she is willing, she will say "Lord Wang:", and if she is angered, she will call him "Nangong Ling" directly, which is not shy at all.

So whether it was before or now, the "Qing" in her mouth must not be calling him.

"Bang!"

Nangong Ling slammed the door of the prisoner car and walked into the distance with a cold face.

The prisoner car trembled, Feng Jiutian was shocked and woke up, she lay in the prisoner car, stretched gracefully with her eyes closed, sat up, opened her eyes, looked at the scene in front of her, and was a little unsure of where she was for a while, she was stunned for a while, and then she reacted!

"Earthquake?"

Feng Jiu leaned over at a few soldiers not far away and asked.

Several soldiers looked at each other without accosting a word.

After a while, the army marched again, and because of a good sleep, Feng Jiutian was in good spirits, she sat in the prison cart wrapped in a cloak, looking around.

Because of the snow, the surrounding snow is covered with snow, everything is dressed in white, beautiful, a few bird calls can be faintly heard in the forest, a few eagles in the sky are spreading their wings and soaring, and the mountains in the distance are cascading in the fog, like a fairyland.

Feng Jiu looked at it, and suddenly felt a little bored, so she spoke to the soldiers who were following her and were closest to her.

"I'll tell you a joke!"

"One day, Lao Wang went to buy vegetables, came to the vegetable shop and looked at a long-haired potato and said, shopkeeper, your potatoes are hairy, and they are sold so expensive, only to see the shopkeeper come out and say: You read less, don't talk nonsense, this is called kiwifruit."

The people who didn't know what the kiwi was, looked confused.

Everyone didn't laugh, Feng Jiutian amused himself!

The girl's happy laughter echoed in the mountains, making the cold winter wax moon a little more vibrant in an instant, provoking the generals on horseback in front of them to turn back frequently.

In the next few days, Feng Jiutian did not tell jokes, but talked about the Three Kingdoms, after talking about the Three Kingdoms, after talking about the Water Margin, after talking about the Water Margin, after talking about the Journey to the West, talking about the Red Mansion, she talked about it happily, everyone listened to it with relish, sometimes when it was dark and stationed, everyone was still a little unsatisfied.

Although Feng Jiutian was still in the prison car, her treatment was much better.

Whether it was a tent or a prison car, someone would secretly bring in cracks, spirits, water bladders, barbecue, and leave notes along the way.

The princess talked about Guan Yu riding alone for thousands of miles last time, only half of what she said, can you finish it tomorrow!

The princess talked about the flower monk uprooting the weeping willows, Lin Chong was framed, and broke into the White Tiger Festival Hall with a knife, can she worry about her life!

The princess said before that when Sun Wukong was learning art, he once said to his master Bodhi Ancestor that there are no six-eared people here, only one disciple, so where did the six-eared macaque come from!

……

Feng Jiutian did not refuse the note sent, and the next day, she would tell the story on the note first, and then tell the new content after she finished.

For Xiaohuzi, Feng Jiutian never asked, nor did she take a look, she knew that he was still alive enough, before she had the ability to protect herself, she couldn't have weakness, she wanted a car and a cloak, and she also wanted to take Nangong Ling's eyes off Xiaohuzi.

On this day, when it was dark, Nangong Ling ordered the forest to be stationed.

Feng Jiutian got out of the prisoner cart and walked to the camp tent in the distance, these days, she rarely walked, even if she walked, she relied on crutches, whether it was her ankle or wrist, the wound had healed and scabbed.

As soon as he walked to the door of the camp tent, a soldier not far from Feng Jiutian suddenly vomited, Feng Jiutian looked at it and didn't care, raised his feet and walked into the camp tent.

The originally empty camp tent had an extra bed and a stove at the moment, Feng Jiutian lay on the bed, reached out to probe under the bed, and took out a wine bag, on which a note was tied with a piece of hay, and after looking at the note, Feng Jiutian opened the wine bag and took a sip.

This night, because of the wine, Feng Jiutian slept very deeply, and faintly heard a noisy sound outside the account.

She had just woken up when a group of people suddenly walked in from outside the tent, torches held high, and the voices of resentment sounded coldly in the tent.

"Princess, the prince invites you to go!"

……