Chapter 135: Jade Girl Peach Blossom Pollen (4)

Imperial Spiritualist.

"Someone's coming!" Muren is a little irritable these days. Well, it thinks that there are two reasons, one is that the princess of Nutabe has no such thing in her heart, of course it doesn't know the past life of the princess of Nutabe, as for Dai Ping, it only knows that she is a brother;

"Subordinates are here!" Tazib replied.

"General Ben is very irritable, afraid that something will happen. Muren blocked his steps back and forth.

"Back to the general's words," Taqi preached, "I heard a few days ago that the Lan Ling guard Rensheng Chaoxiang Palace Fuyan King was injured by the traitor Gu Shoufu, and now he is recuperating in the Chaoxiang Palace. ”

"What?" said Muren, "why didn't you report such a big deal?"

"The general is angry," Taqib hurriedly knelt on the ground and bowed his head to explain, "The reason is that the Lanling guard Rensheng Chaoxiang Palace Fuyan King did not listen to the subordinates of General Matsui Ishine, the minister of the guard, and crossed the Naihe Bridge without authorization, and his subordinates were afraid that this matter would affect the general, so they did not report it." ”

"Well, it is a taboo in the army not to listen to the dispatch and leave the post without permission!" Muren helped Taqi to preach, "It's just that the Blue Feather guard Rensheng Chaoxiang Palace Fuyan King is the only bloodline of the Yamato royal family in hell, and we are responsible for maintaining the stability of the imperial family, and now I learned that the Blue Feather guard Rensheng Chaoxiang Palace Fuyan King was injured, and it is unreasonable not to go to visit." ”

"Lan Ling's guard Ren Sheng Chaoxiang Palace Fuyan King is to blame for his injury, the general went to visit at this time, how can it be implicated?

"If the Blue Feather Guard, Rensheng Chaoxiang Palace, King Fuyan, has three longs and two shorts, the bloodline of my Yamato royal family in hell will be broken, and without the protection of the hell undead, the Yamato clan will not be far from disappearing. Muren said.

"In this case, the general still gave the Minister of the Guard, General Matsui Ishone, and it was not too late to get permission to visit again. Taqi preached.

"That's all there is to it, I'll leave this matter to you. Muren said.

"Tsk!" Taqib replied, and was about to turn to leave, when a messenger flashed in, presented the scroll with both hands, and said loudly: "Report the wedding of General Matsui Ishone, the Minister of the Guard, please bring Mr. Murin Samurai to the Asaha Palace to congratulate!"

"Which woman did you marry?" asked Muren, taking the scroll.

"The eldest daughter of King Hatohiko of Asaka Palace, and the eldest daughter of King Sukako Asahaga, Kihisako Asakamiya. The messenger said.

"Heshuo Gege Chao Xiang Gong Kikuko?" Muren exclaimed, suddenly feeling a cramping pain in his heart and almost falling.

"Back to the general's words, it is Heshuo Gege Chao Xiang Gong Kijiuzi, I hope that the general will prepare quickly, and the auspicious time will not be delayed, and the slave will retire. The messenger retreated.

"General, what's wrong with you?" asked Tazib as he stepped forward to help Muren.

"It doesn't matter. Muren waved his hand.

Seeing Muren's strange expression, Taqibu couldn't ask more, so he helped Muren sit down and whispered: "This is very good, the general can go to visit the king of Fuyan of the Lanling guard Rensheng Chaoxiang Palace in the name of congratulating the general's wedding." ”

"Is that good?" Muren suddenly glared at Tazib, and the murderous aura drifted away.

Tazib was suddenly distraught, his face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground, crying: "The slave should die, the slave should die......"

"Get up," Muren said softly as his eyes closed and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, "what are you guilty of?"

"General Xie, the minions are retired. Taqibu got up when he heard this, and quickly withdrew, for fear that Muren would repent and dare to gasp when he reached the courtyard.

"Phew—" Tazib let out a long breath and wiped his forehead, only to realize that he was soaked in cold sweat. Muren didn't know anything about military affairs, and relied entirely on Taqib to take care of it, and he respected and trusted Taqib very much on weekdays, and he never asked about the accounts of all things. After a while, he felt a stinging pain in his eyes, took a mouthful of thick phlegm, and scolded, "What day is it?" It didn't know that hell was slowly heating up, and the sun here would also have a temperature.