The timing was just right, Hugh Jingang came back early the next morning, and a long letter written by Qi Lang after holding back all night was also sent out smoothly. Since the first full moon night of early autumn will be ushered in in more than ten days, all Qi Lang can do now is wait, anxiously waiting for the test of the super feng shui array, and waiting for the arrival of the reply as if it were a year.

Aunt Dong still didn't say a word about the secrets in the lake, but she seemed to have made up her mind, and finally agreed to push her fearsome king into the fire pit. According to Dong Hong, Aunt Dong seemed to be actively preparing something for a while, and from time to time she took out the compass and communicated with the Qingguo girl in private, and even the little Jira, whom she had always loved, was completely entrusted to the hairy Parry to take care of it temporarily.

Qi Lang didn't know what kind of consideration Dong Da Niang had for such a change in attitude, the only thing he could be sure of was that it was definitely not the idea of the mother in the crystal coffin, because he would also stand there and ask her many questions every day, but that dear person did not provide any answer once. She just lay quietly, peacefully with her children, peacefully guarding the land she loved so much.

After about three or four days, the toiling Schukin returned, carrying a long letter in the underwire ring around her ankle.

Qi Lang couldn't remember exactly what kind of mood he was in when he unfolded the letter, because he was extremely nervous at that time, as if his mind had been frozen, and this state lasted for a long time, and even after he had read the letter about ten times repeatedly, his mind was still muddy.

In short, Qi Lang was hit.

Princess Mirong's tone in the letter was unusually polite, not between friends, but between two friendly diplomatic envoys.

Mi Rong tactfully apologized for hiding the incident of Mr. Wuchen's death. Her explanation for this was that because the Mingyu Kingdom and the Dongyi tribe were in the critical period of concluding a contract at that time, and the Tiger Cavalry of the Otto Empire was launching an attack on Wanlan City, she was very busy, so she ignored the news, and at the same time, considering that the Hope Legion had just settled in the territory of the Zonghao Kingdom and was in the initial stage of rejuvenation, she took a cold approach to this news, hoping that Qi Lang could understand the painstaking efforts over there, etc., etc., etc......

Qi Lang mentioned in his letter the conjecture of the Mingyu Kingdom and the Dongyi tribe in terms of harmony, and Princess Mi Rong also responded positively with great generosity - this is indeed the case!

According to her reply, Mr. Wuchen had already made this request when he visited the Dongyi tribe for the first time. Since the war was not yet clear at that time, and the Mingyu Kingdom also received news that Mr. Zhu Lai was plotting an assassination attempt, and if it succeeded, all problems would be solved, so this request was temporarily suppressed.

But as the war progressed, the situation began to become more serious, and when the two sides sat down for the second time to formally discuss the alliance, King Mihuan had few options.

However, when the letter was written, Mi Rong's words suddenly changed, focusing on the prince surnamed Ji, and in his words he praised him a lot, claiming that he was a first-class warrior, kind to people, ambitious, and an ideal comrade-in-arms and companion. Before the meeting, she was disgusted by Dongyi's practice of taking advantage of people's danger, but after the actual meeting, she found that this was not the case, and the reason why Mr. Wuchen accepted the little prince as his closed disciple was not only from the consideration of the alliance between the two parties, but also greatly appreciated him.

Because of this, King Mihuan officially agreed to this happy event in the last alliance negotiations, and originally planned to officially announce it to the world on the princess's sixteenth birthday, but he didn't expect that just before that day was coming, Mr. Wuchen suddenly had a heart attack and died suddenly. Since Mr. Wuchen can be called the father of the Mingyu Kingdom, and even King Mihuan and his old man treat each other as father and son, so this engagement ceremony has to be confirmed internally in a relatively low-key manner, and the official wedding can only be held after three years of filial piety.

For Qi Lang's love shown in the letter, Princess Mirong clearly apologized. She admitted that she had a good impression of Qi Lang at the beginning, and she was very happy to have more contact with Qi Lang, but at that time, she was still young and was ignorant of the love between men and women, and she couldn't accurately identify her thoughts. Now, she has been in contact with the Dongyi prince for quite some time, and she is more mature in her mentality and more aware of her emotions. Therefore, she can only express her gratitude for Qi Lang's kindness now, and apologize for the misunderstandings caused in the past.

Immediately afterwards, Mi Rong turned to talk more about the war situation between the two countries, the key part of which was that she had just learned that the Otto Empire was shifting its military power to the eastern battlefield, and the dragon corps, which was originally the main force to attack the Luman Empire, had already divided a part of its men and horses to open to the territory of the Mingyu Kingdom under the leadership of Vignesh. In order to resist the powerful dragon legions, the Mingyu Kingdom and the Dongyi tribes within it, as well as the Jade Duchy and Qi Lang's Hope Legion further east, will have to unite in order to defeat the powerful onslaught of the Otto Empire.

In the last part of the letter, Princess Mi Rong indicated that she would come to visit in person around the beginning of spring next year, focusing on discussing the matter of joining forces to resist the enemy, and finally left Qi Lang with four lines of small characters, which read, "Meet the king first, the feelings are doubtful, the true fate is encountered, and I hope that I will not be left behind." ”

This is an extremely clear refusal, and it is precisely these four lines of small words that hit Qi Lang completely confused......

Qi Lang couldn't tell what it was like. The chest was tight, so stuffy that it seemed that no matter how hard I breathed, I couldn't get rid of the feeling of being suffocated and about to be flattened. The heart hurts, it hurts like a knife, but the location of the pain is not accurate, it seems to be in the heart, and it seems to be in the stomach, if you drink a bowl of wine, you can probably dilute some of that pain - that is a good choice, anyway, Qi Lang has decided to do it.

He staggered out of the house, like an unconscious walking corpse, walking step by step, aimlessly, not even noticing that Gulf was in ambush at the door, and Gila and Owu were hiding outside the window. There had never been any alcoholic beverages in the pantry, and he had been rummaging for a long time and finding nothing, but he was still writhing there, ping-pong......

"He's out of love. Gulf beckoned to Gila and Owu, and explained like a connoisseur, "It seems that things are not going well, and there must not be anything good written on that piece of paper." In this case, I have only one suggestion, stay away from him, don't provoke him. You all know very well that no one of us here can restrain him, even if you Ao Wu has just been promoted to a mid-level martial artist, it is estimated that you will be beaten down by him in two clicks. We'll see you later, and good luck to you. ”

Ou and Jira glanced at each other, and both felt that Gurve's analysis this time was finally reliable, and they nodded appreciatively, and were about to flash their bodies and evacuate the scene as quickly as possible, when the lingering Joanna appeared again.

"Don't any of you want to leave!" she widened her round eyes, "what is the purpose of a friend, have you forgotten? If he can't even point to you at this critical moment, who else can really help him?"

Gulf glanced at her, didn't look back, and continued to retreat: "You caused this trouble, but let us clean up the mess for you, you are really calculating...... My neck!"

Joanna grabbed him by the collar, fished him back alive, and gave the three of them a death order, word by word: "No one is allowed to go! ”

"Sorry, a word of caution. Jira held up her hand, "It seems like a private ......."

"I don't think so. Joanna retorted, "This is a military transaction, and it is military information that our top brass must have." ”

Under Joanna's gaze, Gulf and Gila voted in approval, but neither of them would take the lead and rush to the table to look at the long letter, as if it had been sprinkled with some poisoning potion that would blind the eyes. At the critical moment, it was still Ou Wu who was the most righteous, walked up in a few steps, grabbed it in his hand, cleared his throat and was about to start reading.

"Don't do anything stupid, you wooden head!" Gulf hurriedly cursed, dragged Gila and Joanna into the house, carefully closed the door, and said to Oo angrily, "Do you want the whole world to know about his broken love?

The four heads gathered together in front of the table, and the buzzing of discussion sounded, and it didn't take long for the whole thing to be quite undecided, so that from time to time sympathetic exclamations rang out. However, for this group of brutes who speak Middle-earth as their second language, the most difficult thing to understand is the last four lines of small characters. It's not pure vernacular, and some of the words aren't commonly used, and if you read them in the normal right-to-left order, you're probably talking about something emotional.

However, in the opinion of Gulf, who had the lowest level of Middle-earth language, these sixteen words were simply small squares that deliberately stunned people, because he felt that the leftmost vertical column could be read into a single sentence: "Sir was killed." ”