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Chapter 202: The first confrontation! (2)
The originally balanced defense line was almost overwhelmed by this wave.
Xiao Yao was also secretly surprised when she heard the girls calling her name sharply. At this time, she had no idea that she was already so famous in the city.
Her eyes passed over the bloody marks on the faces of the city guards who were trying their best to protect them. She was sympathetic but also a little helpless, and finally realized some of the difficulties of those famous people in their previous lives.
When the girls saw the gauze on Xiao Yao's face, they were disappointed but yearned for it more and more.
But that back view is already charming enough. Who dares to say that the thirteenth member of the Xiao family will be ugly?!
How could a person like that be ugly?!
"Xiao Yao, did you see that you are more influential than my father in Chuyang City now!" Qin Ruoxue lifted the car curtain, revealing a teasing smile.
"Princess, don't say this nonsense!" Xiao Yao shrugged and reminded softly.
"I'm not talking nonsense. If you just say a word now, I don't know how many young girls will break their heads!" Qin Ruoxue teased softly, looking at the young man in white clothes and red horse, her eyes couldn't help but be crazy.
Noticing her gaffe, Xiao Yao coughed lightly and said, "It's windy outside. Princess, please put down the curtain. Be careful of catching a cold!"
"Where is the wind?" Qin Ruoxue murmured softly, but she still flattened the car curtain, but she leaned in the car and stared at Xiao Yao wantonly through the gauze curtain.
Feeling her gaze, Xiao Yao had no choice but to turn his gaze to the city gate in front, imagining the appearance of the Imperial Master of the Southern Tang Dynasty to divert his emotions.
Outside the city gate.
Two carriages were parked on the side of the road. Behind the carriages were more than a thousand soldiers and horses. The sergeants were in white clothes and silver armor, and the feathers on their armor were like snow. Not to mention that every member of the team was handsome, even the horses underneath them were uniform in height and shortness.
, all white.
Two carriages, one black and one white.
The white car is extremely luxurious, with gorgeous silver patterns inlaid on the carriage panels, silver beaded tassels on the curtains, and even the wheels and shafts are covered with silver-white metal.
The black carriage is just the opposite. It is as simple as possible. It is completely black and has almost no unnecessary decoration. The thick and heavily painted shaft and the patterns on the iron body reveal the extraordinary nature of this carriage.
In the white snow, the black carriage looked particularly abrupt.
This team is exactly the team of the Princess of the Southern Tang Dynasty and the National Preceptor, and the more than a thousand white cavalry are the white feather regiment of the world-famous Princess Xue Qianyu of the Southern Tang Dynasty.
Not far from this extremely beautiful cavalry square, there is another group of cavalry.
Completely different from the neat White Feather Regiment, the equipment of this cavalry group is far from bright. Except for the general, no one can even wear metal armor. The ordinary soldiers all wear black leather armor on top of their robes, which reflects on their waists.
The scimitar decorated with brightly colored gemstones is extremely rough.
The leader, who was twenty-one or twelve years old, stepped off a black horse. He was wearing a golden-brown cloak with gorgeous patterns. His long hair was braided into countless braids and tied up with jewel beads at the back of his head.
Between the hair, there are deep facial features like a knife and an axe, and the healthy wheat-colored skin has the brilliance of the plateau sunshine.
This person is none other than the prince of the prairie, Gelie, who came from the far northwest plateau.
On the other side of the official road, Qin Haomin was dressed in simple silver armor. He was sitting on the back of a brown horse with a cold and solemn gaze. Behind him, on top of the big flag, a black eagle was dancing in the wind. Under the banner were equally well-equipped soldiers.
Black-clad and black-armored escorts and horses from the camp.