"Your Majesty, General Wang is right. Isn't it ridiculous for our Majesty to look down on you now?"
"It's just that since I came here, I've been staying in the room with that Su Luo girl all day long, and I don't know what I'm doing!"
"He was the one who said he wanted to kill Su Luo, and now it's him who is protecting her. It's him who investigated us because Su Luo was sleeping on her! Isn't our Majesty confused?!"
"You guys!" Marshal Pu seemed to be furious to death, but he was not angry inside. Instead, he felt very happy because these people actually expressed his truest thoughts.
He still has a very strong opinion of His Majesty.
But in the end, Marshal Pu still waved his hand impatiently: "No matter what you think, just give it to me!"
"But……"
"roll!"
A group of generals left in despair...
Outside.
"General Luo, please stay."
"General Li took a step to speak."
"General Wang, let's talk?"
This group of generals are not puppets on strings. On the contrary, they all have their own opinions, so after leaving Marshal Pu's central camp, these nine generals gathered together unknowingly.
Normally, these nine people are not harmonious with each other and often have conflicts, but now they have a common resistance, and that is the Demon Emperor.
At this moment, in the central tent.
"Commander, after the nine generals left, they all gathered in General Wang's camp and discussed it until it was time to light the lanterns before leaving."
Marshal Pu touched his chin, with a slight curve at the corner of his mouth... These nine people were interesting, they were so courageous! He didn't notice it usually!
However, Marshal Pu felt extremely depressed when he thought of the ongoing troop count!
Your Majesty, Your Majesty, why are you forcing us like this? What good will this do to you? In addition, there are no experts around you to protect you, and your body is damaged to a certain extent. Do you really want to commit suicide like this?
Tonight, I am destined to have trouble sleeping.
At this moment, the main room of the Marshal's Mansion.
Nangong Liuyun and Su Luo's room.
Su Luo shouted that she was injured and asked Nangong Liuyun to help her wash her hair.
Only Su Luo dared to mention this matter. Who among the others dared to ask the noble and graceful Nangong Second Young Master to help wash his hair? Are you tired of living?
However, Nangong Liuyun agreed.
He made Su Luo lie down on the soft couch. He sat behind Su Luo, lifted up his wide sleeves, and cleaned the black hair inch by inch.
Su Luo's hair is really good, black and shiny, smooth and smooth.
After washing his hair, Nangong Liuyun leaned on the head of the bed, and Su Luo lay on her side, with her head resting on Nangong Liuyun's legs.
Nangong Liuyun's hands that only held swords were holding a piece of fine cotton cloth, stroking Su Luo's black hair.
His movements were gentle and careful, as if he were holding fragile porcelain.
It was obvious that one could use internal force to force the moisture out of the hair, and it would only take a few seconds, but these two people couldn't dry it for an hour.
From a distance, it can be seen that the room is extremely warm and has an intoxicating tenderness.
The two of them chatted about each other.
Su Luo lay on Nangong Liuyun's knees, raising her little face, her beautiful beautiful eyes fluttering: "What are we going to do next? Do you have a plan?"
"What do you think?" Nangong Liuyun forced the white cotton cloth that was wetted by his hair to dry, and continued to absorb the moisture from the black hair inch by inch.
"You must have a plan, but I don't know what your plan is."