The Prince of Later Qin personally came to visit the twenty-seven cities in the north of their town?
Did they hear it wrong, or did the Prince of the Later Qin Dynasty have a problem with his head? A prince with a red face personally came to visit the enemy commander who wanted to overthrow them. Well, there was something wrong with him.
"Why?" In a strange atmosphere, Beiming Changfeng frowned and asked in a deep voice.
"Come to congratulate me on your birthday." Fang Yi spread his hands towards Beiming Changfeng.
The prince personally congratulated the rebel leader's son on his birthday. What a courteous and virtuous corporal he was, and what an unassuming prince he was.
"The person who came here is not a good person." Ziyu stretched out his claws to grab a handful of unruly hair beside his ears and sneered.
Hanyang Fang nodded in unison, and the weasel paid New Year's greetings to the rooster. It was not a good idea.
"He dares to come, but we don't dare to accept him?" Beiming Changfeng glanced at Fang Yi and Hanyang, who had serious faces, and coldly dropped a few words.
After that, Prince Qin was not afraid of going deep into the enemy army and being cut into pieces by them. What did they have to fear from him?
Hanyang and Fang looked at each other when they heard this, and immediately nodded in unison, saying, "Yes."
How could they be afraid of the Prince of Later Qin?
"Young Master, let's make arrangements. Since he dares to come, then we will give him an unforgettable memory." After Fang Yi became serious, a cunning edge appeared in his eyes, and he smiled eagerly.
Now that only two of them, Zhenbei and Hou Qin, are left to fight against each other, the prince of Hou Qin must not die in Zhenbei now. However, although he cannot die, it does not mean that they will greet him respectfully.
If he dares to come to Zhenbei, then he should look good.
Fang Yi and Han Yang immediately turned around and ran away without being told by Beiming Changfeng.
In the study, only Beiming Changfeng and Ziyu were left.
"Young Master, is your birthday in three days?" Ziyu saw Fang Yi and Hanyang leaving. Fang turned her head and looked at Beiming Changfeng. She actually didn't know Beiming Changfeng's birthday.
Beiming Changfeng's eyes flashed with thought, as if he didn't remember his birthday at all.
After thinking for a while, Beiming Changfeng nodded: "Yes."
Seeing this, Ziyu couldn't help but look at Beiming Changfeng speechlessly. As expected, the person who knows him best is always his enemy. Beiming Changfeng didn't even remember his own birthday, but the Prince of Later Qin did.
"There are still three days left..." Ziyu calculated secretly with his fingers, and immediately stood up to leave: "Young Master, I will make a gift, and I will give you a big gift on your birthday."
The eldest son of her family is giving you her first birthday after getting married, and she will definitely give him the grandest birthday gift.
Then she stood up, and with a strong push of her hand around her waist, Ziyu was taken directly back to Beiming Changfeng's arms.
"Young Master?" Ziyu turned around and supported Bei Ming Changfeng's face: "I don't have time, so I won't make a fuss anymore."
Beiming Changfeng looked at Ziyu's face, stretched out his head and kissed Ziyu on the cheek: "There is no need for gifts. It is just a tea and a meal between you and me, and the love between us is the best."
Ziyu originally thought that Beiming Changfeng was going to bully her, but she didn't expect Beiming Changfeng to say this. She was stunned for a moment, and then she felt that her heart felt as soft as silk for a moment, so light that she could almost fly.
It's soft enough to squeeze out water.
There is no need to prepare special gifts for him. On his birthday, she only needs to give him a cup of tea or bring him a bowl of rice, which is already the best gift for him.
Because it contains her silence.
Several people in the room looked at each other.
The Prince of Later Qin personally came to visit the twenty-seven cities in the north of their town?
Did they hear it wrong, or did the Prince of the Later Qin Dynasty have a problem with his head? A prince with a red face personally came to visit the enemy commander who wanted to overthrow them. Well, there was something wrong with him.
"Why?" In a strange atmosphere, Beiming Changfeng frowned and asked in a deep voice.
"Come to congratulate me on your birthday." Fang Yi spread his hands towards Beiming Changfeng.
The prince personally congratulated the rebel leader's son on his birthday. What a courteous and virtuous corporal he was, and what an unassuming prince he was.
"The person who came here is not a good person." Ziyu stretched out his claws to grab a handful of unruly hair beside his ears and sneered.
Hanyang Fang nodded in unison, and the weasel paid New Year's greetings to the rooster. It was not a good idea.
"He dares to come, but we don't dare to accept him?" Beiming Changfeng glanced at Fang Yi and Hanyang, who had serious faces, and coldly dropped a few words.
After that, Prince Qin was not afraid of going deep into the enemy army and being cut into pieces by them. What did they have to fear from him?
Hanyang and Fang looked at each other when they heard this, and immediately nodded in unison, saying, "Yes."
How could they be afraid of the Prince of Later Qin?
"Young Master, let's make arrangements. Since he dares to come, then we will give him an unforgettable memory." After Fang Yi became serious, a cunning edge appeared in his eyes, and he smiled eagerly.
Now that only two of them, Zhenbei and Hou Qin, are left to fight against each other, the prince of Hou Qin must not die in Zhenbei now. However, although he cannot die, it does not mean that they will greet him respectfully.
If he dares to come to Zhenbei, then he should look good.
Fang Yi and Han Yang immediately turned around and ran away without being told by Beiming Changfeng.
In the study, only Beiming Changfeng and Ziyu were left.
"Young Master, is your birthday in three days?" Ziyu saw Fang Yi and Hanyang leaving. Fang turned her head and looked at Beiming Changfeng. She actually didn't know Beiming Changfeng's birthday.
Beiming Changfeng's eyes flashed with thought, as if he didn't remember his birthday at all.
After thinking for a while, Beiming Changfeng nodded: "Yes."
Seeing this, Ziyu couldn't help but look at Beiming Changfeng speechlessly. As expected, the person who knows him best is always his enemy. Beiming Changfeng didn't even remember his own birthday, but the Prince of Later Qin did.
"There are still three days left..." Ziyu calculated secretly with his fingers, and immediately stood up to leave: "Young Master, I will make a gift, and I will give you a big gift on your birthday."
The eldest son of her family is giving you her first birthday after getting married, and she will definitely give him the grandest birthday gift.
Then she stood up, and with a strong push of her hand around her waist, Ziyu was taken directly back to Beiming Changfeng's arms.
"Young Master?" Ziyu turned around and supported Bei Ming Changfeng's face: "I don't have time, so I won't make a fuss anymore."
Beiming Changfeng looked at Ziyu's face, stretched out his head and kissed Ziyu on the cheek: "There is no need for gifts. It is just a tea and a meal between you and me, and the love between us is the best."
Ziyu originally thought that Beiming Changfeng was going to bully her, but she didn't expect Beiming Changfeng to say this. She was stunned for a moment, and then she felt that her heart felt as soft as silk for a moment, so light that she could almost fly.
It's soft enough to squeeze out water.
There is no need to prepare special gifts for him. On his birthday, she only needs to give him a cup of tea or bring him a bowl of rice, which is already the best gift for him.