Yan Nanfei’s smile in the corner of her eyes is getting stronger and stronger.
Cher whole body breath more and more sharp.
Snow Ji is getting colder and colder.
Flying in chaos, snowflakes fall cold and dazzling, and the ice grows wildly along the blade.
The ice is like a mirror, as if reflecting Junze jade’s expression.
Jun Zeyu, who is in charge of millions of allied troops marching in seven states, naturally shows no relief at this time.
The first battle is not successful, but it can be big or small.
If the allied forces in seven States lose a good soldier, the morale will be shaken and the morale will be in a downturn. Jun Zeyu will expect that the family behind the ten guards may hold a grudge against himself.
Of course he doesn’t care about these trifles.
He is determined to defeat success or failure.
He depends on how many thorns are on the way to the broad road.
Because he doesn’t need to go there in person
At present, the enemy believes that none of the seven States will deviate from the Covenant because of personal gains and losses, and even if they have bad feelings, they can settle accounts after the autumn.
What’s more, it’s just spring, Jun Zeyu. It’s still a long way to go before autumn comes …
Junze jade didn’t give orders because an old figure came out of the seven-state aristocratic masters in the Allied Forces.
He knew the figure.
That’s an old servant sent by the Shiwei family to ten guards.
There is not much emotional loyalty to the fact that the concubine’s younger brother and ten guards are old servants, because in a sense, he is a family, and it is only too much to put an eyeliner next to the concubine.
Now, the ten guards have died in the first battle, and the old servant walked out on crutches and thought about how to say it or save some face.
Seven states allied or ten wei family!
In the cold and snow of Hu, the handkerchief of the aged servant coughed for a while, and I don’t know whether I coughed the blood handkerchief into the cuff and gently lifted my eyes.
Those are a pair of green and rare eyes.
"What a handle snow ji! Magic 21 seems to have buried its reputation. "
The old servant’s voice is hoarse.
It seems that just after the export, it was blown away by the wind, and it was too weak to smell.
Good Cher’s hearing is excellent, not just auditory, but abnormal sensitivity of the five senses after the robbery.
Cher looked at the old man hobbling in the snow.
From the humble root to the hoarse voice, I have guessed who is coming. Cher held a sword ceremony and "met the old gentleman"
The old servant was slightly surprised. "Does the princess know about the old slave?"
"If you talk about seniority, Cher should call Mr. Yishu"
Han Wenxuan, the younger brother of the Han family who was born with leg disease, was born in the Emperor’s League. When all his peers and brothers in the sick family were carefully cultivated by the family, Han Wenxuan could sit alone and study hard silently.
He is unwilling to bow to an unfair fate.
At the age of fifteen, Han Wenxuan, a weak student, went on a study tour with a whole illness. He went to the monastery and begged Dean Zhuang to cure him of the disease.
From then on, Korean Xuanyuan lived for half a century.
He’s a mountain and a thatched cottage.
All day long, in addition to discussing the illness of Dean Zhuang, he went to school with the students of the six-character gate of the hospital
Dean Zhuang didn’t take it into the door, but years of illness communication made them become friends with Han Wenxuan in previous years, and for some time, they took on the role of lecturer in the hospital.
In ancient times, Han Wenxuan returned to his family when he recovered from injury.
I can inherit the Han family’s theme with the academy’s academic leadership, but I didn’t want to end up in a pipa clavicle expulsion field.
Han Wenxuan has since disappeared.
Before Dingding’s war, Cher spent one night poring over the genealogy of seven families, the master of seven families, the master of seven families, the servant of seven families, before discovering that Han Wenxuan had fallen.
Han Wenxuan, a hundred-year-old servant in the Spring and Autumn Period, sighed and laughed. "How can an old slave who is only half buried and lame afford the title of princess?"
Cher didn’t speak
She saw the old servant Han Wenxuan still in front.
Today, there will naturally be no candidates to catch up and miss the past in front of the dense armor of the two armies at this time when the allied forces in the seven States of Dayan Empire are fighting for the tripod.
What’s more, she is an ill-fated old servant and can’t talk about it.