ugly queen

Even if Zhang Yan is made of copper and iron, he will fall down after the cold wind blowing all afternoon and the blow in his heart. Gu Juncheng fed him the medicine and took a nap. In the middle of the night, Gu Juncheng leaned against the desk He dozed off, his head bouncing, and suddenly, his head fell hard, and his forehead hit the wooden table and chair heavily, and he woke up instantly.

Gu Juncheng rubbed his eyes, looked around sleepily, and simply lay down on the table to sleep. When his head just touched the wooden table, he suddenly jumped up.

The desk was right next to the bed, and Gu Juncheng was just facing the bed. He stood up abruptly, and saw that Zhang Yan was already sitting up and fully dressed, wiping his silver knife. In the pitch-black tent, only the silver light reflected by the silver knife reflected on the surface. On Zhang Yan's face, his gloomy eyes were particularly bright.

"Oh my god..." Gu Juncheng was startled, and almost squatted on the ground. After seeing who he was, he let out a sigh of relief, "Master Hou, what are you doing at night? It's so scary."

Zhang Yan continued to wipe the silver knife, raised his eyes and glanced at him. Although it was dark inside, those pair of eyes still made Gu Juncheng tremble in his heart. With a trembling voice, he wanted to reach out to touch Zhang Yan, to feel if he was dreaming, " Marquis? Brother... ah..."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yan swung the knife, and a curved silver light flashed in the night. Gu Juncheng immediately reacted and dodged, patting his chest, "Brother, what are you doing?"

"Try the knife." A rough voice sounded in the darkness, Gu Juncheng was speechless, and said to himself, "Try the knife, what do you mean by trying it with me?"

He went to light the lamp in silence, Zhang Yan was sitting cross-legged, he looked down at the silver knife in his hand, long time no see!

Gu Juncheng looked at him, stretched out his hand and retracted it again, looked at his drooping head, a shadow fell on his forehead, and worried, "Are you okay?"

Zhang Yan raised his eyelids, looked at him, and said, "Xiaocheng, attack the city tomorrow morning."

Gu Juncheng was startled and blinked, thinking he was dreaming.

Seeing his sluggish expression, Zhang Yan said again patiently, "Tomorrow morning, attack the city."

Gu Juncheng hadn't finished accepting this message, and his confidence was shattered by the next message. He cried and said, "I'll give you two days to find Lou Jiayi."

When he said the last sentence, Gu Juncheng's heart trembled with his cruel expression.

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In the old Nanfu City Mansion, Murong Yan was sitting under a bald tree, while Zhao Xie was pouring tea for him. Seeing that the young master was silent, he was also silent, although he had been silent for most of his life.Fresh

"What's wrong with you? Worried about Second Uncle?" Murong Yan said, Zhao Xie glanced at him several times uneasily, his hesitant appearance also disturbed him, "If you are worried, go out and accompany him."

"But son..."

"I'm fine," Murong Yan interrupted him, and took a sip of tea. In fact, he was not at ease. The unnatural shaking of the hand holding the teacup betrayed his pretended calmness. Anxiously, he raised his gun and went out to fight, while cursing, he didn't give Murong Yan a good face, he didn't understand why he was always the one who was tossed about their affairs, obviously he could have bacon in his arms to warm the bed.

It's already noon now, why haven't you come back? Not only Zhao Xie is anxious, but he is also anxious.

With a "bang", the door of the mansion was kicked open, they could clearly hear the sound in the backyard, Murong Yan counted his teeth, ah, if the door is not broken, the person's feet will be broken.

Sure enough, I heard Murong Xing's howl, "Xiao Xun, Xiao Xun..."

Zhao Xie glanced at Murong Yan, the latter nodded, got up, the two of them went out together, and saw Murong Xing jumping around with his feet hugged.

Zhao Xie hurried over to ask him if he was injured, Murong Yan followed behind, and rolled his eyes to the sky, Murong Xing just did it.

This time Murong Xing caught his disdainful eyes, pointed at his nose and said, "I might as well just tie you up. I was beaten so badly by your husband-in-law. You let Xiao Xun sit with you in the mansion, even if you Even my own nephew is unforgivable."

Murong Xing was very angry.

Zhao Xie grabbed him, tugged at him, and motioned him to stop talking.

Murong Xing kept silent and bared his teeth. It was so painful. Zhang Yan's knife hilt hit him, and it just reached his waist. I don't know if his waist is bad because of his old age?And that brat, he called the formation as soon as he called it, and he insisted on calling his name to fight alone, which is really disrespectful.

Murong Yan was not so glass-hearted, he looked at Murong Xing who was supporting his waist, and said, "You can't beat him, if Xiao Xun didn't just see you being beaten in the past."

Murong Xing was furious and shook his hands in anger.

Who knew that he hadn't exhausted his anger yet, a small soldier ran in scrambling over there, fortunately Zhao Xun was protecting him, otherwise he would have been knocked into the air.

"Reckless, the sky is falling?" Murong Xing was in a very upset mood at this moment, super upset.

"My lord, my lord, the enemy army...entered...entered...entered the city." Xiaobing's expression was ashen, and he finally managed to catch his breath and explained the urgent matter clearly.

Murong Xing raised his gun and wanted to rush out, thinking that Zhang Yan really bullied people like this, okay?

Murong Yan stopped him, turned around and asked the little soldier, "How did the Yan army get in here?"

Although the old Nanfu was not particularly strong, King Yiyang's military horses were not vegetarians, so why did they get in so easily?

"I don't know, the prince ordered the withdrawal of troops for renovation, and the Guoyan army attacked in as soon as the stove was set up."

"Hey, I'll go, Zhang Yan is really shameless, even firing empty guns for me to do this." Murong Xing rolled up his arms and sleeves and was about to go out to fight him for another [-] rounds, "I will beat him to the ground this time." Can't go down."

Murong Yan stopped him and stared at him, "You are not allowed to go."

Murong Xing stared back, "You brat with your elbows out, I'm your uncle..."

"I'm his husband." As soon as the words fell, a calm male voice came in. Everyone looked around and saw that Zhang Yan was swaggering in with a team of people, and the adjutant following him was holding something wrapped in a yellow cloth. It's official seal or something.

Zhang Yan glanced at Murong Yan, looked him up and down, luckily he wasn't thin, he stood beside Murong Yan, with one hand on his hip, and said to Murong Xing, "The Marquis of Jiu Nanfu has already taken over."

Murong Xing looked at the official seal, the old Nanfu city lord had been under their control all along, but the official seal, the city lord did not let go, Zhang Yan got it as soon as he came, Murong Xing felt a little bit of liver pain.

Looking at Zhang Yan's crowd, and Zhang Yan's tall stature, wearing a silver armor, and his heroic appearance, Murong Xing held his breath in his chest and swung his silver gun--this is so aggrieved.

Zhao Xie looked at this side, then at Murong Xing's leaving figure, and followed decisively - rubbing his waist.

Here, Murong Yan looked at Zhang Yan with a dry smile, "Master Hou, long time no see."

The corners of Zhang Yan's mouth turned up, revealing a sinister smile, "Yanyan, it's been a long time."

His domineering figure put a lot of pressure on Murong Yan, and now he has only one thought in his mind - run quickly.

Unfortunately, as soon as Zhang Yan stretched out his hand, he pulled it into his arms, tapped his chin on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "Don't go."

Murong Yan's heart softened.