Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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When His Royal Highness King Zhao came out in a hurry, the dead soldiers keenly felt his aura.

Like a suppressed volcano, it seems that it will erupt in the next moment and swallow everything up.

Nie Qing got on his horse, looked at the soldiers before leaving, and said in a deep voice, "Smile more."

Dead soldiers: "?"

King Zhao walked for a long time, but they still didn't understand what King Zhao meant.

lol?

Are they going to be trained as spies?

The cold people looked at each other and smiled unflatteringly.

This time, the atmosphere in the air became even more rigid.

I'm afraid they are not very suitable for the work of espionage.

After being teased so early in the morning, even a saint would not be able to fall asleep when writing.

Looking at the gradually rising sun outside the window, he suddenly sneered: "Wait a fart."

What if he is the lady in the boudoir?Let him wait in the rear.

Do you want Nie Qing to come back from the war and give birth to a fat boy for him?

After Nie Qing returned to the Chinese army, he was greeted with endless busyness.

The first city has already been taken at this moment, because of the bravery of the Northwest Army, it has not received much resistance.

His father in Beijing finally panicked at this moment, and sent several imperial envoys to come.

The meaning inside and outside the words is that as long as you give up the rebellion now, you will be made a prince.

Hearing what the imperial envoy said, Nie Qing dragged him down and chopped him up without raising his eyes.

The arrow has to be launched, and now the northward march is no longer his business alone, he has to be responsible for the soldiers who follow him.

What's more, what his father said was just a strategy to delay the army, and when he gave up the military power in his hand, he would die without a burial.

"My lord." In the early morning of this day, Nie Qing greeted the dead men in the villa right after he woke up.

"What's the matter?" His expression was much gentler at this moment, to be precise, he would be much gentler every time he heard about Xie Zhuo.

The dead man knelt down on one knee expressionlessly: "Young Master Xie said that he is coming to the city."

Just this one sentence made Nie Qing's gentle expression fade away in an instant.

"Nonsense!" He shouted in a low voice, looking annoyed.

The city is not safe now, what should we do if Xie Zhuo comes and something goes wrong?

The dead man lowered his head firmly, and continued: "Young Master Xie said, if you allow him, he will come here in a fair manner, if you don't..."

Nie Qing laughed angrily at these words: "What if you don't allow it?"

The dead man closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Young Master Xie won't eat anymore."

The anger in Nie Qing's belly suddenly disappeared after this almost coquettish words.

He thought Xie Zhuo was going to say something secretly, but he didn't expect...

His Ah Zhuo, threatening people is also so...interesting.

Squeezing between his brows, Nie Qing said in a deep voice: "He doesn't eat, you won't persuade him?"

"Find the best cook to enter the Zhuangzi, and cook three meals a day for Mr. Xie!"

Do you want him to talk about such things?

Hearing this, the dead man carefully raised his hand and handed out a letter: "Young Master Xie also said that if you continue to refuse, I will give you this letter."

"Nie Qing kisses me."

Nie Qing caressed the four sharp words on the envelope, his face softened involuntarily.

Speaking of it, it seems that this is the first time Ah Zhuo wrote to him.

I don't know, what will I write?

He opened the envelope and read the contents carefully.

The more you read, the more complicated your look becomes.

In just a short letter, it can be said that you can know the world's affairs without going out.