After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

The only young woman standing under the ring was Song Huiling. Ah Mo didn’t notice her, but she was quite eye-catching.

The man next to her suddenly came closer and asked quietly, "Girl, did you fail to buy a seat? I have one more spot, 500 coins each, do you want one?"

"Brother, what do you mean?" Song Huiling was a little confused.

"Girl, this is your first time." The man smiled, turned around and pointed his hand upwards.

Song Huiling also turned around and looked in the direction the man's finger was pointing, and almost fell to the ground.

Not far from the arena, there is a three-story building. The terraces extending from the second and third floors are packed with young women.

This did not surprise her. The key point was that there was a curtain with exquisite tassels on the edge hanging from the second-floor terrace, and in the middle of the curtain were written in large gold-plated characters from top to bottom: "General He will win."

Song Huiling's face gradually lost expression, and he looked numbly at the young girl on the two floors opposite.

Is this the ancient version of star chasing?

At this time, a man's voice sounded in my ears: "Girl, do you want to buy it? The view there is better and wider, much better than you here with a group of men squeezed to see it."

Song Huiling couldn't laugh, and her voice didn't show much emotion as she refused, "No, this position is good enough."

What a joke, she has to spend 500 coins to see her husband, only a fool would do such a thing.

She immediately concealed the expression in her eyes and asked, "Brother, is Mr. He always surrounded by stars every year when he competes in the arena?"

Song Huiling felt upset that He Zhan didn't even tell her about such an important matter in advance.

Was he afraid that she would come to the ring to cheer him on and prevent him from being a male peacock with his tail spread out?

Hearing this, the man frowned in confusion, "It wasn't like this in the past few years. Although there were women who admired General He, they were afraid of his cold face and didn't even dare to look him in the eye, let alone cheer for him as loudly as today."

"General He is really a likable person." Song Huiling clenched his teeth tightly, and almost forced out every word.

The man did not notice the sourness in Song Huiling's tone, but continued: "Of course not. General He is tall and mighty, with extraordinary appearance. There is no man in the garrison who is more courageous and more handsome than him. He just stands there and smiles, and a group of girls can scream for him. Not to mention his skills, his face alone is very pleasing to the eye."

"He's actually smiling at another woman?" Song Huiling was so angry that his focus gradually shifted.

The man raised his hand and touched his nose: "I just said that, I don't know if he laughed or not."

Song Huiling let out a depressed sigh. This stinky man pretends to be serious on the surface, but is so dissolute in private. It's really hateful!

Soon, there was a small commotion among the crowd.

Someone was beating a bronze drum and shouting, "Make way, the captain and the envoy of the Tulingguan Pass are here!"

When Song Huiling heard this, he quickly put away his temper, turned his head and looked towards the voice, and saw two middle-aged men of similar age walking side by side.

One of them was dressed in military uniform, walked steadily and had a dignified look. He should be the captain of a thousand households.

The other man wore a silver crown inlaid with jadeite and a dark blue robe embroidered with Taotie patterns. There was a deep "川" pattern on his forehead. His eyes were like dark stars sinking in the endless night, flashing with strange light, and his whole face revealed an indescribable sense of oppression.

This person should be Xin Sang.

The people surrounding the arena consciously retreated to both sides, leaving the path in the middle.

Song Huiling also pulled A'mo back together.

But at the critical moment, the child stood still and no matter how she pulled, she couldn't move at all.

The rest of the people had already retreated several steps, leaving only her and A'mo standing in front, extremely conspicuous.

Her eyes moved slightly and she saw that A'mo's hand had already touched her lower back.

Song Huiling knew that beneath the fabric his hand touched was the scimitar he always carried with him.

Her heart skipped a beat instantly. She shouldn't have been so soft-hearted as to agree to let A'mo come over.

She should have thought that this child was not here to join in the fun, but to seek revenge on Xin Sang!

"A'mo!" Song Huiling called out softly and raised his hand to stop A'mo.

Before my fingers touched him, I saw veins suddenly bulge on his hand on the lower back, and then it slid down inch by inch until it hung at his side.

A'mo turned his head slightly to look at Song Huiling, his eyes full of guilt under the thin cloth.

He overestimated himself. The moment he saw Xin Sang, he was unable to suppress the strong hatred that was surging in his heart.

Song Huiling breathed a sigh of relief and quickly pulled A'mo back, but it was still a step too late.

A eerie male voice suddenly rang in my ears, like the whisper of an unknown beast deep in the jungle in the dark night.

Song Huiling's back stiffened and all the hairs on his body stood up.

"Captain, this young man looks familiar to me." Xin Sang suddenly stopped and spoke when he was only one step away from A'mo.

"Don't look up!" Song Huiling tugged at A'mo's sleeve, moved closer to him, and spoke almost in a whisper.

Shen Zheng followed Xin Sang's gaze and his eyes fell on Ah Mo. He touched his chin seriously and said, "Oh? Could it be someone that the chieftain knows?"

Then he said to A'mo in a deep voice, "Young man, raise your head and let the chieftain take a look."

Hearing this, A'mo raised his head slightly, but from Shen Zheng and Xin Sang's perspective, they could only glimpse a pair of eyes wrapped in cloth strips.

"Please spare my life, sir!" Song Huiling suddenly raised his arms straight up, fell to his knees with a thud, waved his arms downwards, and performed an extremely exaggerated kneeling salute to the air.

A'mo was startled by Song Huiling's sudden action. He didn't know what to do for a moment, so he also knelt down to the air and buried his head in his arms.

Song Huiling secretly glanced from the crook of his arm and saw that A'mo had already knelt on the ground, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He was so sensible that she didn't need to shout at him anymore.

When Song Huiling fell to her knees, she seemed to be possessed by a ghost. Shen Zheng was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat. He took two steps back and said angrily, "You wicked girl, do you want to scare me to death?"

Song Huiling soon began to feel like crying, and when she looked up again, two lines of tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

She raised her hand and pressed Ah Mo's back, signaling him not to stand up. With a tearful face, she began to complain to Shen Zheng and Xin Sang: "My lord, my brother suffers from a very serious eye disease. He is afraid of light. Even if he is covered with a layer of cloth, he must always keep his head down and cannot look directly at the sun. Otherwise, he will cry at best and bleed at worst. Please take back your order and don't let my brother raise his head."