My host is losing his horse again

Chapter 57 Farewell My Concubine
The eldest princess deeply felt that the years to come would be bleak and full of thorns.

Xie Fengliu's eyes swept across Tu Ning indifferently, and landed on Shu Shang.

She knew that without the acquiescence of King Beirong, the two generals would not despise Beirong's future Yan clan so much.

After all, King Beirong's temper is completely incompatible with the weak and deceitful Emperor Cong.

The scimitar in his hand killed countless people, bloodthirsty and cruel, with extremely poor patience.

"It turns out that the king of Beirong is a villain who doesn't keep his word." She said coldly, "While granting the family name of my patriarch, the princess, while conniving at the offense of his subordinates."

"If it spreads out, I don't know how many Daxuan people's big teeth have been laughed out of."

"you wanna die!!"

How could Tu Ning allow his own king to be said that, he pulled out the scimitar with a "shua", and pointed the tip of the knife straight at the expressionless Xie Fengliu.

As soon as he started, all the surrounding Beirong generals followed suit, and the atmosphere became tense immediately.

When Emperor Cong asked these two people to come to Beirong, he had obviously given up the lives of all Daxuan people present!It's not a big deal to die as a military division!thought Tunning. :
Seeing this, the sarcasm in Xie Fengliu's voice was about to condense into substance: "Bei Rong warriors, that's all."

"!!!"

Tu Ning's breath was heavy, and he was about to slash this ignorant Daxuan——

"A sharp-toothed little thing."

He heard his king laugh, "Forget it, take the princess and the military advisor down and settle down."

"king!!"

"Ok?"

"……Yes."

Shu Shang yawned, looked at Xie Fengliu with interest, turned and left.

Now that Wang Du has spoken, it is naturally impossible for Tu Ning and his party to embarrass this group of Da Xuan people.

Tu Ning gave Xie Fengliu a hard look, and waved someone to take them to the tent.

The eldest princess relaxed her whole body, she held Xie Fengliu's hand tightly, "Military division, military division, you have to save me!"

Xie Fengliu felt the force of his arm being grabbed, and knew that when he rolled up his sleeve for a while, there would be a big bruise again.

She frowned, and the impatience in her eyes was fleeting: "Don't worry, I'm here."

"Uh-huh……"

The eldest princess entered her tent under the escort of the guards.
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The king of Beirong didn't seem to be in any hurry to get married, and he didn't know who it was who said so eloquently that the Beirong should be one, and couldn't wait to give Emperor Cong three or four folds.

Because the wedding date is scheduled for the fourth day of next month.

This is not an auspicious day for Beirong. It is rumored that the first king of Beirong lost control and killed his wife on the night of the fourth day.

So on this day, no matter men, women, old or young, or common people and generals, they are not allowed to go out in the middle of the night, and they wear white silk handkerchiefs all day long.

Xie Fengliu was invited to her account by the princess for the nth time today, listening to her crying and laughing expressionlessly, and telling her own journey of heart with worry and joy.

"Military teacher, I know you are from the Xie family, but for the sake of the empress dowager, please help me..." The princess cried again as she spoke, and she waved away the crowd long ago, leaving only Behind him is a maid whom he trusts.

The Xie family was full of loyalty, and they all died under the horseshoes of the Beirong people. Only one daughter remained, who entered the court and became the prime minister.Afterwards, the Beibei army invaded and directly moved their battlefield to the frontier fortress.

She has read poetry and books since she was a child, and learned yin and yang and gossip. No one can understand the formation she made, and forced the Beirong army out of the Daxuan territory.

It's just such a military strategist, but today he has to spend time here with Princess He.

——I don’t know whether Emperor Cong is eager to love his daughter, or there is another god.

Xie Fengliu didn't bother to take care of it, anyway, her task goal was not to sit on the dragon chair and look majestic, but in front of the general, she looked like a grandson of Emperor Cong.

　Soul torture: Is the homework done?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)