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Being watched in awe by everyone, Di Xin's handsome face still didn't change much, even his side-lying posture didn't change.

He just slightly turned the wine glass in his hand, and after a while, he slightly lowered his oppressive dark eyes, watching the strong wine in the glass rippling under his movements lazily.

The more silent he was, the more uneasy the generals below became.Even though many of these people are veterans who have been with him for several years, they still have to be cautious with a 12-point mentality.

After all, this Human Sovereign's personality is notoriously unpredictable, like an invincible beast, which may be smashed to death at any time by the prey who does not agree with him.

Everyone can only bow their heads in front of him. He does not believe in the gods, disdains witchcraft, is arrogant, and is the only one who respects himself.

The warriors of Chaoge respect him, but they also fear him.

Because of this, the generals were surprised after hearing what the attendants said.

They thought that Su Daji was really daring, but she was just a mere woman, even if she had the special title of the number one beauty in Jizhou, she shouldn't be so presumptuous, trying to bargain with the Emperor, it's just mindless.

Although they haven't met Su Daji yet, these people have already defined Su Daji as a "brainless beauty" who doesn't know how to judge the situation.

You must know that there are many beauties in the palace, all kinds of stunning beauties, almost all types of women, gentle, gorgeous, cold, etc., but there are only a few who have really lived until now.

I don't know how their king will deal with this Su Daji.

The generals below are secretly speculating in their hearts, perhaps because Di Xin is in a good mood today, beyond everyone's expectations, the king is not unhappy at all, but said two words with a bit of playfulness :"interesting."

His voice is deep and deep, and the timbre is very deep but not too thick, but has a settled maturity and sex appeal.

He played with the wine glass in his hand, slowly rubbed the pulp of his index finger on the exquisite glass wall, glanced at Zhou Rong, the general in charge of the army's supplies, and said unhurriedly: "Go and send a high-quality carriage. .”

"Yes, Your Majesty." The burly general took the order and immediately got up to make arrangements.

However, he had just walked a few steps when Di Xin stopped him: "Wait a minute."

Di Xin drank the strong wine in the glass, and the spicy and mellow wine between his lips and teeth made him feel refreshed and satisfied. He stood up and looked at the servant standing below him: "Go and take my horse Wu Zhi brought it here."

As soon as he said this, the generals below all opened their eyes wide in surprise, and Zhou Rong who was stopped couldn't help asking: "Your Majesty intends to pick it up in person?"

Di Xin hooked the corners of his lips, and a sharp light appeared in his dark and deep eyes: "I want to take a good look at what Su Daji looks like."

"It's just a woman, how can it be worthy of the king's personal welcome?"

When King Zhou heard the words, he glanced at the speaker indifferently: "If it's not worth it, kill him." His tone was too calm, revealing a chilling sense of oppression and deterrence.

A fresh life was so easily decided by him in such a fluffy tone, this kind of insignificant indifference, heard people's ears, and felt a chill down the spine.

After Di Xin came out of the tent, the remaining generals looked at each other with different expressions. Zhou Rong couldn't help sighing in his heart, wishing that Su Daji was as beautiful as the rumors said, and her beauty could live up to her reputation Otherwise, this clever design will only lead her to a miserable end.

On the other side, in the witch bamboo forest.

Fu Zhenhong sat on a stone slab with his back against the tree trunk, while Su Hu and two accompanying attendants sat three meters away from Fu Zhenhong drinking water.

Fu Zhenhong had nothing to do, so he asked Chaoge's spies to pick up more than a dozen palm tree leaves. At this time, he was using these leaves to weave shapes.

In March, the Liuluhuajiang River is full of spring.

The warm and warm sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the leaves and sprinkled onto Fu Zhenhong's body, illuminating his already fair skin more delicately and transparently. Under the warm orange halo, he was dressed in red, burning brightly. Its China.

The spy was standing not far from Fu Zhenhong, quietly staring at Fu Zhenhong with red ears.

So lovely.

The spy, who looked quite young, sighed in his heart, because he was so engrossed that he subconsciously said this sentence from the bottom of his heart.

Hearing this, Fu Zhenhong raised her eyes and gave him a faint look.

The moment he met Fu Zhenhong's eyes, the spy's entire face turned red, and he just stood there helplessly, his heart beating at the highest speed.

As a spy, he had carried out countless tasks, and he should have been in shock no matter what happened, but at this moment, he was flustered like a child and extremely nervous.

And when Di Xin rode over on the Wuzhi, the angle made him just see the spies blushing, looking like Huaichun who seemed to be fascinated by his mind.

The spy was standing on the left side of Fu Zhenhong, and the direction he was facing was the direction of Di Xin. If it had been in the past, a well-trained spy would have been keenly aware of Wang's approach. However, the young man who was immersed in his own thoughts at this moment The spies didn't find Di Xin.

All his attention was on Fu Zhenhong.

Even though Fu Zhenhong's faint gaze had already been withdrawn, she was lowering her eyes at this moment, concentrating on fiddling with the palm leaves in her hand.

Di Xin stopped his horse, and his gaze slowly shifted from the spy to the man in red sitting under the tree.

In this beautiful scenery full of vitality and greenery, the people under the tree are undoubtedly the beautiful spring scenery that can be seen at a glance.

Bright red clothes, ink-like hair.

It's just a side view, and it is already a unique posture in this world.

The halo shone on this flawless face, and the thick and long eyelashes drooped slightly. With a slight blink, a long and narrow shadow appeared under the eyelids. Obviously there was no expression, but there was a shadow at the end of the eyes. A different kind of bewitching charm slowly flowed out.

Di Xin's gaze stayed at the end of his eyes for a moment, and then his gaze gradually moved down to the hands that were weaving palm leaves.

The emerald green branches and leaves seem to have a flourish and beauty unique to nature in the sun, but such colors are not as charming as those nimble hands.

These hands are white and slender, with clear bones, every joint is well-proportioned, and the fingertips are round and smooth, like the finest white jade, delicate and flawless, making people want to hold them firmly in their hands and caress them carefully.

Di Xin just stared at these hands for a long time, until a dangerous darkness gradually accumulated in the depths of his eyes.

Di Xin's gaze was so existential, the combination of natural oppression and beast-like sharpness in that gaze made it difficult for Fu Zhenhong to ignore it.But Fu Zhenhong didn't make any reaction to this, he pretended not to notice the sharp gaze with heavy scrutiny, and continued to focus on the movements in his hand.

Soon, a lark made of more than a dozen palm trees was woven from Fu Zhenhong's hands.

This small handmade ornament is only half the size of Fu Zhenhong's palm, and its shape is simple yet delicate. Every inch is woven by Fu Zhenhong so that it looks lifelike.

"It really looks like it!" The spy stepped forward and said in amazement.

"Like it?" Fu Zhenhong looked at him.

The other party immediately nodded and replied, "I like it very much."

"Then I'll send you off." Fu Zhenhong said lightly.

When the spy heard the words, he was flattered and his eyes widened in disbelief: "Send me? Is it really possible!"

Fu Zhenhong didn't speak any more, but just stretched out her hand and handed the woven lark to the spies.

The spy was so excited that he raised his trembling hand to pick it up, but just when his fingers were about to touch the lark's arms, two sharp arrows that were sharp and piercing suddenly swept the wind with an unstoppable force. Shoot straight at them.

A long arrow grazed Fu Zhenhong's fingertips, shot Breitling's head, and shot the small and delicate ornament to a tree trunk more than ten meters away.

Fu Zhenhong's finger was pierced by an arrow, and scarlet blood flowed out from the wound.Fu Zhenhong looked down at the place where she was bruised, and then looked up at the lark firmly nailed to the tree trunk by the long arrow. This precise arrow method should not have scratched the skin of his fingers, but the fact is that The wound on him is indeed there.

Obviously, the archer did it on purpose.

This is a warning.

Compared with Fu Zhenhong's small scratches, the spy's side was not so relaxed, because another long arrow shot directly pierced his wrist, and the wound was bleeding profusely.

The spy's face was pale, sweat was breaking out on his forehead, and he covered the arrow wound with his hand in pain.

Fu Zhenhong turned her gaze to the direction of the sharp arrow.

I saw a man in black clothes riding a tall and strong horse towards him.

The good bow that shot the two long arrows was hung by this man on the side of the horse. He was dressed in a black dragon-patterned robe, his black hair was casually loose, and his handsome face was a little careless, but there was an air of indifference all over his body. A level of coercion that cannot be ignored and an absolute deterrent that only belongs to the superior.

At this time, the others finally came to their senses and quickly knelt down nervously, while Jizhou Hou Suhu quickly stepped forward, knelt down beside Di Xin's horse and performed a royal salute: "Su Hu has seen the king."

Di Xin didn't look at him, but waved his hand as a response.

He drove the horse until he came to Fu Zhenhong before stopping.

Di Xin's figure was already tall and straight, and his mount was more majestic than ordinary good horses. At this moment, he sat on the horse and stopped in front of Fu Zhenhong like this, almost blocking all the sunlight.

The black shadow cast from him shrouded Fu Zhenhong's body, as if completely confining Fu Zhenhong in his own private territory.

Fu Zhenhong doesn't like to look up to others, but for the sake of strategy, he is now Daji, so he has no choice to leave this persona for the time being.

He raised his eyes and looked at the Shang King Di Xin in the backlight. This king, who is famous both in the Romance of the Gods and in the historical records, looks quite handsome.

He has straight sword eyebrows, wheat-colored skin, and black and white pupils with unruly pride and arbitrariness.

While Fu Zhenhong was looking at him, Di Xin was also looking at Fu Zhenhong.

His eyes fell on Fu Zhenhong's body, and his eyes moved inch by inch on Fu Zhenhong's face. After a while, he said condescendingly: "Daji, the lonely king, how can you give something to others?"

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for Fu Zhenhong's answer, or he didn't care about Fu Zhenhong's answer, and then he sat on the horse's back like this, with the corners of his lips slightly hooked, looking down Fu Zhenhong stretched out her hand