Fantastic Fantasy: The Daughter of Cloud Raising Luck at the Opening

Murong Mansion.

"Is this true?"

After Murong Yunhai listened to Wei Zian's words, he suddenly sat up from the chair.

"really."

Wei Zi'an's eyes were firm, "It's absolutely true."

"How could this be..."

A little anxious Murong Yunhai walked up and down the living room with his hands behind his back.

"Uncle, please give me the Tiger Talisman!"

After saying that, Wei Zi'an knelt down on one knee, and stood in front of his chest with his fists clasped.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that this tiger talisman needs the royal order, so don't act rashly!"

Murong Yunhai looked distressed, "If the plague spreads, it will not only harm Dingshan County!"

"How did the plague come about? Have you ever known the reason?"

Wei Zi'an was about to answer that he didn't know, but the conversation with Chen Weiyi that day suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Looks like an apostle."

"An apostle..."

Murong Yunhai pondered for a moment, then immediately shouted: "Wei Zi'an listen to the order!"

Wei Zi'an was stunned for a moment, and quickly responded: "This subordinate is here!"

"I'm now appointing you as the Deputy Lieutenant of Cong Qipin, the commander of all the soldiers in Dingshan County City, bring enough herbs, and rush to help Fengxue City immediately!"

"The last general takes orders!"

Wei Zi'an clasped his hands together, his eyes full of determination.

"Miss, slow down..."

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the door.

Turning her head to look, Murong Ya, who was dressed in white snow, was holding her knees with her hands, and she was wearing rough clothes.

Two watery eyes looked at him, as if they were talking about something.

"Miss!"

Qing'er ran in, but before she could speak, she was stopped by Murong Yunhai's eyes, and could only stomp her feet out of anger.

"Zian, leave the food and grass to me, you and Ya'er can talk a little more."

Murong Yunhai deliberately referred to medicinal herbs as food, obviously not wanting to worry his daughter.

But he didn't know, Wei Zian had already said it.

Besides, the appointment of generals at this time is obviously weird, with Murong Ya's ingenuity, she naturally understood.

"So serious?"

"Ah."

Wei Zian smiled slightly, looked Murong Ya up and down, and said softly: "Your body seems to be much better."

"Thanks to your sword move."

Murong Ya pouted slightly, stepped forward, raised her hand to smooth the wrinkles on Wei Zi'an's shirt.

This scene is a bit like a young daughter-in-law tidying her husband's clothes.

"you……"

Wei Zian opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

With her head lowered, Murong Ya blushed slightly, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito's moan: "You said that you will protect me for the rest of your life, so be good and come back alive."

"Will do."

At this moment, Wei Zian realized that the person he cared about most was just a fiancée whom he had only met a few times.

"I heard about it."

"what?"

"You are my unmarried wife."

Wei Zi'an said with a smile.

"……nonsense!"

Murong Ya remained silent for a while, then suddenly raised her head to look into Wei Zi'an's eyes.

"Well."

Wei Zian's pupils suddenly dilated, and there was a soft touch on his lips, and then something came out of his mouth.

"It can save your life."

After saying this, Murong Ya ran out of the hall without looking back.

"This……"

Wei Zi'an stretched out his hand in a daze, as if he wanted to grab that strand of softness.

……

"Take care of yourself."

Thousands of words come to the lips, but one word is precious.

"Uncle, don't worry, my luck has always been good."

Wei Zi'an cupped his hands, the armor on his body shining brightly in the sun.

This set of armor is Murong Yunhai's armor, and this armor alone is much older than Wei Zi'an.

"it is good!"

Murong Yunhai smiled and nodded, looking at the armor on Wei Zian's body, as if looking in a mirror, but it was his young self.

"The whole army obeys!"

Wei Zi'an turned his horse's head, and pulled out his saber violently, holding it high in the air.

"Snow Wind City, full speed!"

After saying that, Wei Zian controlled the fast horse and rode ahead.

The horses transporting the medicinal herbs are all fine horses, and the leading soldiers each carry a small amount. The fast horses rush to solve the urgent need first, and the large amount of medicinal herbs is behind, and the speed is not much slower.

"This kid has really grown up."

Murong Yunhai sighed and snorted coldly, "Still hiding it?"

"hey-hey."

Qing'er jumped out, scratching her head in embarrassment.

"How did the master know?"

"Ya'er gave it to him again?"

"Well, I don't know."

Qing'er lowered her head, her eyes dodged a little.

"Hey!"

Murong Yunhai sighed, "Nie Yuan!"

"I think it's okay..."

"You know shit!"

Closing his eyes, after a long time, Murong Yunhai said, "The entire city is under martial law."

"understood……"

"Ok?"

Murong Yunhai frowned.

"Yes!"

Qing'er stood at attention and disappeared in a flash.

Murong Yunhai raised his head.

It is a rare sunny day in Dingshan County, and it is cloudless for thousands of miles.

"It's time for the young."

Turning his head, Murong Yunhai was suddenly in a daze.

"The prime minister is really clever."

"Feijian pass the letter and inform the prime minister."

A hoarse voice came from the shadow of the city wall: "Aren't you going to inform that person?"

"Confused, what's the use of notification?"

Murong Yunhai sighed, "I'm getting old."

I don't know if he's talking about himself or what...

Fengyue City.

The distance between the two places is only a hundred miles, and it is indeed snowy and extremely cold here.

The cold wind is like a bone scraping knife, making people thin all over.

In the military account.

"Report!"

"What's the matter?"

Wei Huating's face was gloomy, his brows were tightly locked together.

"The more people are moving."

"Where did you move?"

Wei Huating squinted his eyes slightly. At this time, the plague was ravaging, and the Yueren's cavalry dared to act recklessly. Can they really ask for death?
"Going to Saishan."

Seshan?

Wei Huating was silent for a moment, then turned around and asked, "What do you guys think?"

"Saishan is our army's back route. Could it be that we want to cut off our army's food and grass supply?"

A middle-aged Confucian scholar with a feather fan and a scarf.

"The food and grass in the city can last for half a year. The Yue people will not know. Could it be that they want to lure our army to take action, and then ambush? The humble officer thinks that it should not be acted rashly."

Another person spoke.

"No!"

Suddenly, a young general said: "Saishan is not only a place where food and grass must pass, but also a place where medicinal herbs must pass. I'm afraid they want to rob our herbs."

After finishing speaking, Chen Weiyi stepped forward and clasped his fists to petition: "This is an unprecedented strategy of the Yue people. The final general is willing to issue a military order and lead two hundred and five monks in the Yaojing realm to stop the Yue people's plan! If it doesn't work, come and see me!"

"No!"

Before Wei Huating could speak, the counselor of Feather Fan Lun Towel said, "If we lose another two hundred monks, Fengxue City will be in danger, and Dingshan County City will be in danger!"

"That's right."

"The last general takes orders!"

"General..."

Wei Huating raised his hand, indicating that there is no need to say more.

"Do you know the identity of that person among the apostles?"

"The head of the twelve evils, my son."

Hearing this, Wei Huating narrowed his eyes slightly, "Did they make any moves?"

"Never."

"Ruo Zuo, when will reinforcements from the academy arrive?"

The middle-aged man in the feather fan scarf was slightly silent, "I don't know."

"The people of the sect?"

"I don't know either."

"...a fight to the death."

Wei Huating gathered the belt on the armor, looking a little dazed.

He hasn't fought such a battle in more than ten years, but what was he afraid of, Wei Tu?