Ling Yiran's heart tightened. He had already guessed Wu Shang's intention. Wu Shang loved Shui Han so much that he even abandoned his identity and country. How much love could he have?
He also loves, and he can give his life for this love, but he cannot abandon Beiming Kingdom. His identity does not allow it. Suddenly, he hates his identity. If he is not a member of the royal family, if he is treated like Wu Shang
If the country abandons him, can he love freely?
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Cangcheng.
At night, there were twice as many torches in the military camp as usual. It seemed that even the air was warmer, maybe it gave me a sense of security.[
Three days later, God was kind and the snow stopped. Xiyue's army arrived. At the city gate, Nie Feng and others rode to greet them.
During this trip, the leader of Xiyue's army was the concubine Su Ziyan. I heard that the people who suggested the alliance between Queen Xiyue and Xiyue were Su Ziyan and his younger brother Su Zisheng.
We have long heard that Su Ziyan, the concubine of the Xiyue Kingdom, is reserved, profound, and unpredictable. She is also a famous beauty in the imperial city of the Xiyue Kingdom. She is unparalleledly beautiful, with a bit of evil aura, and is dazzling. As long as she
One glance is unforgettable.
"Nie Feng respectfully welcomes Her Royal Highness Princess Xiyue." As the commander-in-chief, Nie Feng dismounted his horse and only performed a polite courtesy without bending down.
Su Ziyan was dressed in a silver-gray battle robe, which was as eye-catching as hers. She got off her horse neatly, returned the same courtesy, and said with a smile: "I have heard about General Nie for a long time, and I feel honored to see him today."
Nie Feng: "The Queen of Xiyue is so complimentary. The Queen of Xiyue came to help. I will express my gratitude to the Kingdom of Xiyue on behalf of the Kingdom of Tianshui."
Su Ziyan: "This is wrong. Our country and your country share the same water and are dependent on each other. How can we tolerate the invasion of the patriarchal country in the east and the north?"
Nie Feng smiled heartily: "Thank you for your hard work, Princess Xiyue and the generals and soldiers of Xiyue. Please follow me."
Nie Feng led the army of the Xiyue Kingdom to camp on the plain, and Nie Feng held a banquet in honor of the generals of the Xiyue Kingdom.
Shui Lian had already started chatting with Su Ziyan, and Ye Caizhu also had a pleasant chat with General Xiyue Yiqian.
Yi Shuihan followed behind as a foil. He glanced at the Xiyue army and could not see the mysterious Xiyue Prince Su Zisheng.
After the banquet, Yi Shuihan returned to the tent camp and saw Xue Ying standing at the entrance of the tent camp, as if waiting.
"Why don't you go in?" Yi Shuihan glanced at Xue Ying.
"Master, there is someone waiting for you inside." Xue Ying said, she did not dare to go in because there was a giant Buddha inside.
Yi Shuihan was so suspicious that he actually entered her tent to wait for her? Who is so brave?
When Yi Shuihan entered the tent and saw the visitor, her brows relaxed and tightened.
He sat on her special seat without permission. There was a small stove boiling water next to her, and the tent was filled with the fragrance of tea.
She is dressed in a luxurious red robe, but it does not feel gorgeous at all. Instead, she is like a blood lotus on an iceberg. She is evil and coquettish, and her appearance is even more extraordinary. Her eyes were originally a pair of deep and cold eyes, but they have softened at this moment. They originally had an arrogance.
Angry, but also hiding it at the moment.
Yi Shuihan frowned: "Su Zisheng?" [
"I prefer you to call me Ningxun." Mo Ningxun looked at her and smiled. She was indeed more beautiful in women's clothing. Not only did her aura and arrogance not weaken, but she became deeper and more unpredictable.
"Okay, Ningxun, what's the matter?" Yi Shuihan could only sit on the second seat because her main seat was occupied by Mo Ningxun.
Hearing this, Mo Ningxun's expression darkened. Today, he deliberately wore the same clothes he wore when they first formally met. She actually still said, "Is something the matter?" She knew something was the matter, and she must
The purpose of asking was to make him retreat. Her words were always casual, neither light nor serious, but very hurtful.