Perhaps it was because of the atmosphere of being angry with Jun Linyuan, or because of the fatigue of the long journey ... Everyone was extremely silent along the way, and bowed his head silently.
Finally, in the evening, under the set of sets of sunset--
A mighty and majestic team appeared in front.
The head of the grassland is the heroes on the grassland, the sweat of the Senar grassland--
The mighty and majestic Senal sweat.
In the cold winter, Senal's sweaty body was covered with animal skin, exposing the right shoulder body, and the bronze skin was lumpy, drumming, full of blood veins.
Behind him, one left and right, the prince and prince of the Senal Grassland.
The prince is a mature grassland man. He is about thirty or forty years old. He has a bare shoulders. Kong Wu is powerful, like a brown bear, his eyes are cold, full of deterrence of the superiors.
The little prince is a beautiful young man, but at the age of sixteen or seventeen, he is slender and handsome, fair -skinned, and a mild smile.
Seeing the Emperor Junwu, the sweat on the grassland came down from the horse, and he laughed forward to salute the Emperor Junwu and follow the gift of the monarch and minister.
The Senar Grassland has always been the affiliated country of the Junwu Empire.
The Junwu Empire has always been their heavenly country. Every year, they have tribute. Of course, they have also resisted, but they have been suppressed by the absolute strength of the Junwu Empire.
Emperor Junwu and Senal sweaty all the way, walking at the forefront.
The prince's majestic eyes were gently swept away from the crowd. Finally, the sight was set on the carriage of Junlinyuan.
His eyes and Jun Linyuan looked at each other in the air.
The strong people cherish the strong.
But with a look at each other, they knew that the strength of the other party was not weak, but the confrontation between them was just this look.
Seiner sweat circled the entire hunting grassland and divided it to the Junwu Empire with the left highland to settle.
The right highland was all settled by the warriors who followed Senal's sweat.
One left and one right, clear and clear.
Logistics was fully responsible for Lord Mu, and he didn't know why. Feng Wu's tent was divided into Jun Linyuan.
Just next to his tent.
Seeing a row of tents, Feng Wu was still feeling the fast construction of the camp, but as a result, Gong Yan smiled and asked if she had to take a bath in the camp and rest, and Feng Wu responded to it--
"Why ... my camp is here?" Feng Wu shook his head busy, "Gong, you know, now I am not a girl who is not a Jun Linyuan."
The eighteen -day mission has ended, and Feng Wu should not be so close to him.
Gong Yan, who was unsmiling in others, looked at Feng Wu with a smile: "The old slave knows."
"So, where is my camp?" Feng Wu looked at the palace.
Gong Yan's eyes laughed: "Your camp is here, Miss Dance has forgotten, in a strict sense, you are the respect of the county owner of His Majesty, and you should have your own camp, but before
You have never exercised your rights. "
Is there such a thing?
"But, why is the status of the county master qualified to be next to His Royal Highness?" Feng Wu looked at the palace.
"Because this is what we strongly request."
Fengxun and Xuan Yi didn't know when to come out of the camps behind him.