Bugles sounded, gongs and war drums rang.

Queen Huangfeng personally led hundreds of officials to see him off, and he walked ten miles without stopping.

Thousands of war horses stamped their hooves and neighed, shaking people's hearts and lungs. The ancient road was long and dusty flowers were splashed.

Tens of thousands of men sent wine to bid farewell to their wives. Their gentle cries dyed the sky red.

In the 632nd year of the Huangfeng calendar, on September 22nd, the Nine Kings of Huangfeng took command again after a year of rest. They sent troops to Longliang and marched straight towards Luoshui City.[

"What is the prince thinking?" Mo Yuzhuang pulled the reins of the horse and deliberately slowed down the horse's forward speed. Mo Yuzhuang asked where Leng Yuhan could hear clearly.

"It's a bit unreliable." He had never seen tens of thousands of women marching into battle with halberd blades in hand. Leng Yuhan could not help but feel nervous in his heart.

"Haha, that's it. Yuzhuang thought that the prince was worried about the princes and brothers in the palace." Although Mo Yuzhuang has never led an army to fight, Youtang itself is a very powerful underground army. This kind of

It only takes a short while to get used to the massive formation.

"Is Yuzhuang in a good mood? Isn't it a joke that you still have thoughts?" Even if he is really worried, Leng Yuhan doesn't want to show it in front of Mo Yuzhuang. Leng Yuhan is really afraid that as Mo Yuzhuang's power grows, Leng Yuhan

The bigger it is, Mo Yuzhuang will kill all those men without any care.

"Let's ease the loneliness in the prince's heart, lest the prince's idle chatter is not interesting enough, and he goes to other princes' brother's room late at night." Mo Yuzhuang will not be unhappy if you don't open any pot.

With that kind of energy, who told Leng Yuhan to go talk to An Ruo last night?

"Eh? Did Yuzhuang know?" He was caught. Leng Yuhan tilted his head to the other side with a guilty conscience and refused to look at Mo Yuzhuang competing with him.

"What does the prince know that Yuzhuang doesn't know?" Mo Yuzhuang really despised Leng Yuhan's shameful act of stealing into An Ruoyu's room last night.

"Okay, I won't be able to do this anymore." His tone became obviously softer, his attitude became obviously weaker. Leng Yuhan now understood Mo Yuzhuang's temper very well. That is, Mo Yuzhuang is a donkey, so he needs to be smoothed out.

, the kind of guy who likes the soft but not the tough.

"Why go?" It's not jealousy, it's curiosity! Mo Yuzhuang gave herself a very reasonable excuse.

"I haven't eaten for three days. How can my body bear it?" Leng Yuhan did go because of this. Even though the romantic affairs later went off the track.

"Did the prince touch An Ruoyu?" If he hadn't, how could An Ruoyu's disobedient character eat obediently? Mo Yuzhuang was going to get to the bottom of it, and she couldn't be vague.

"Yuzhuang is angry?" In other words, he accepted his petty behavior, and Leng Yuhan's vision of beauty in the arms of a group of beautiful men in the future was completely shattered.

"No! You are not allowed to die with Yuzhuang within ten days! Drive!" He whipped his horse and Mo Yuzhuang Juechen's figure flew away gracefully.

"You dare to say you're not angry?" He was obviously angry. Leng Yuhan was about to ride his horse to follow, but his sleeve was suddenly grabbed from behind.

"Bold, who dares to disturb this king?" He whipped the horsewhip at the person behind him. When Leng Yuhan turned around, he realized that the person holding him was actually Ran Mofeng, who was wearing leather armor and covered with a veil.

Although he had retracted the riding whip as quickly as possible, Ran Mofeng was still struck by the tail of the whip on his wrist, splitting a layer of flesh and bleeding profusely.

"Idiot, I don't know how to hide. It's not like I can't hide." Unable to see whether the veiled Ran Mofeng was biting his lip in pain, Leng Yuhan took out the hemostatic powder he carried with him and tied it to Ran Mofeng's wound.

superior.

'If I hid, you wouldn't know I was here.' Ran Mofeng wrote what he wanted to say on Leng Yuhan's hand.

"Isn't that right? If I can't see you even after bleeding, what will happen to me?" Myopia? [

The hemostatic powder was very easy to use, and the bleeding stopped after applying it. Leng Yuhan picked up the handkerchief and wrapped it for Ran Shiqiang, pointing to the war horse tied to the side by him.

‘Yan’er ride with me?’ Ran Mofeng cleverly wrote the words on Leng Yuhan’s palm.

"Well, you go in front and I go behind." Leng Yuhan said almost as if he was commanding, finally allowing himself to try the feeling of holding a beautiful man in his arms.

'My Queen!' He was denied by Ran Mofeng without even calling him a name. After Ran Mofeng wrote these two words in Leng Yuhan's hand, he jumped up and easily jumped onto the horse's back, facing the still standing

Leng Yuhan on the ground stretched out his hand to invite.

"Okay." After estimating the strength of his rivalry with Ran Mofeng, Leng Yuhan decided to surrender for the time being. Anyway, it would save some effort to have someone riding the horse for him.

The handsome combination of a man and a woman made the female soldiers walking on foot look at each other as they walked, almost disrupting their formation.

"Mo Feng, can I give you a suggestion?" Leaning in Ran Mofeng's arms, a strange idea came to Leng Yuhan's head.

The man behind him nodded silently and leaned forward in response.

"Mo Feng, didn't all your ancient people know how to ventriloquism? It's the kind of powerful language in the legend that speaks without the tongue? Do you know it? If not, do you want to learn it? Always

It's better than having to write in other people's hands every time you say a word, right?" This sudden idea made Leng Yuhan's blood boil. If Ran Mofeng could really learn ventriloquism, then it would be

It can be regarded as a great achievement for me to come into this world.
Chapter completed!