, raised his hand, signaling to let the other party go first, and everyone entered the tent together.

The leader of Huaiyi sat down and clapped his hands. Acclaimed dancers filed in. The camp was immediately filled with the sound of singing, dancing and laughter. Today they intercepted the food and grass, and also detained the Prime Minister of the State of Xu, the young master of the State of Xue. It is natural to celebrate a complete victory.

Young Master Feng was sitting at the table, still very indifferent, he didn't pay attention to those graceful singers, as if he really wanted nothing.

The leader of Huaiyi laughed and said, "Young Master Song doesn't like these? That's easy, I have one in my hand, and Young Master Song promises to like it."

Young Master Feng said lightly: "Really?" He didn't seem to believe it.

The leader of Huaiyi whispered a few words, the soldiers withdrew, and soon came back, and there was one more person who came with them.

"Wow!" The curtain of the camp tent was lifted, and two soldiers walked in carrying a blood-stained man, and threw the man on the ground with a "bang".

The blood-stained man was thin and tall, with black hair hanging down, his temple hair was also stained with blood and stuck to his cheeks, he was wrapped in chains, he was not conscious, he was thrown to the ground, and he said "uh... "The voice seemed to be waking up.

The leader of Huaiyi smiled resolutely, and said, "Young Master Song absolutely likes this small gift, please see it."

Young Master Feng's indifferent face suddenly changed the moment he saw the man, the veins on his pale face twitched, his eyes narrowed, his eyes were as deep as boiling water.

Young Master Feng stood up slowly, walked around the table, passed over those dancing girls and performers, half-kneeled in front of the man, touched the ground on one knee, raised his hand, and squeezed the other's chin, forcing him to lift his hand. start.

"Hey..." The man groaned in a low voice, and was forced to raise his neck, which touched his wound, and he immediately woke up from the pain. His eyes were covered with blood, and through the confused blood, he talked with the young master. Feng looked at each other, his throat rolled quickly, and his eyes tightened, as if out of fear.

Young Master Feng chuckled, and whispered hoarsely in the man's ear: "Brother, you are safe, Feng Er really misses you very much."

There was no news of Young Master Feng's team delivering grain and grass, and Ji Lin waited all night, but there was no news.

On the second day, it was dark and Qi Lu was still asleep when he heard the knock on the door, "Bang bang!", wishing he could take a photo of the door panel.

Qi Lu got up with his dull hair on his head, and said, "Who is it?"

Shi Hou's voice was full of haste, and he yelled through the door: "Teacher! The big thing is not good, son Feng resents the emperor for not making him the king of Song, he betrayed Rongxiang and surrendered to Huaiyi!"

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