Chapter 83 Alliance

"Do you recognize me?" Lan Su narrowed her beautiful phoenix eyes and looked at Huo Qiyu. She had heard much about the leader of "Jin Wuwei", but neither of them expected that the meeting would be in such an embarrassing situation.

Huo Qiyu really touched his nose with some embarrassment. He thought that he could not obediently tell Lan Su about the part that followed Mi Luo's inadvertently knowing her life. The main thing was not glorious. Even if Lan Su heard it, he could not say it.

"The Empress Dowager is graceful and elegant. You don't need to recognize her, but you can estimate it." Huo Qiyu felt that his tongue was gushing cold water. If he had such a shameless words, he couldn't say it before. It's really at this moment, Xue Zhen, don't wait for me to go back!

Although Lan Su knows that he is touting himself, no woman in the world doesn't like men to appreciate him, not to mention that Huo Qiyu is still a very temperamental and romantic man. It's nothing that she doesn't look as good as Yuan Junxiu.

Lan Su looked at him with a proud smile, but his mind suddenly turned seven or eight thoughts around the same theme: Is this person trustworthy? Can I rely on him?

Huo Qiyu looked at her with a humble smile, but knew that the empress dowager who came late at night would never be simple. He expected that she hoped to rely on his own help to do something for her, but he didn't know what it was.

Two people stood and sat one by one, without saying a word face to face, as if they were being patient. After a while, Huo Qiyu couldn't hold back and arched his hand to Lan Su, "I don't know what happened to the Empress Dowager?" Now it is the order of Her Royal Highness... Is the prisoner in the mountain still have such a big face that it is worth the empress dowager to see me in person?

Lan Qian covered his mouth and smiled softly, "Huo's leader is very famous. I have always known that your martial arts skills are strong and loyal by nature, but I don't know that the original leader is so funny and humorous!"

Huo Qiyu smiled and scolded in his heart, "The fun of your mother's head, your grandfather's silence! If I hadn't been bullied by a dog in Pingyang, would it have been your turn to be so arrogant in front of my master?"

He didn't say this on the table, but still looked at Lan Su with a smile, waiting for her to speak.

Lan Su just didn't speak, just to pretend, so as not to make Huo Qiyu look down on her. Since Huo Qiyu opened her mouth first, she went down the slope and looked at him condescendingly. Her red lips opened slightly and said leisurely, "I can let you go. What can you do for me?"

Huo Qiyu said in his heart, "Beautiful! Sure enough, she is an outright woman. This neatness saves my tongue!" However, he had to make a sincere look on his face, "There is no long thing in his lower body, and he is afraid that he can't serve the empress dowager, so he will live up to the beauty of the Empress."

Lan Su waved his hand impatiently, "Don't push three or four obstacles. Theai jia knows that you have the ability, and you don't have to worry that theai jia is lying to you. You are the emperor Dayun's best friend. If theai jia wants to touch you, you have to think about it, right?"

Huo Qiyu's face was bitter and said in his heart that the words "Emperor Dayun made friends" dragged down his life!

When Lan Shu saw that he didn't say anything, he thought he was thinking about it, so he couldn't help but be a little impatient. In the past, she would naturally have waited for Huo Qiyu to let go, but now, unlike in the past, if she had moved a little and watched Mi Luo walk on a road of no return, she would not have been afraid that there would be many days with her daughter in this imperial city.

Yuan's thoughts on Yingluo, except for him, no one will know better than her. She was also angry at that time, but in the end, she saw more of the world and some age, although she hated, although she did some radical things (such as sending someone to burn the oak city, causing Yuan Li to kill her on her back. The black pot of the Dead Silo family...), but over time, I can finally think about it. Milo is different from her.

Although the man in front of him is his rival... No, Yingluo is no longer her rival now, because she has already killed her love for Yuan Li. She looked straight into Huo Qiyu's eyes and said coldly, "If you feel that you still have extra time, you might as well think about it slowly, but do you have it?"...

Ziluo woke up from the nightmare again. She suddenly sat up and her heart was still beating violently. She stretched out her hand and hugged her head. On this cold winter night, the cold sweat oozing from her back was even soaked in her underwear. What did she dream about? It seems that the moment I woke up, I had forgotten that the only dream I only remembered was related to Huo Qiyu.

"Have you had a nightmare?" A weak voice suddenly sounded, and Yingluo was so scared that she almost fell off the stool. Only then did she realize that she had been sitting by Wei Jia's couch and fell asleep unconsciously.

"Wake you up?" Yingluo covered up the cold sweat on her forehead and stood up to pour a glass of water for Wei Jia and brought it to her.

Wei Jia has recovered well recently. Although she still can't get out of bed, her verbal thinking is no different from before she was injured. In her more than 20 years of life, she was heroic and unbearable. She lay coldly in bed and was much weaker, but she had a pitiful posture.

She drank half a glass of water with Yingluo's hand, with a few crystals on the corners of her lips. Her eyes were not as bright as usual. They were dark and foggy, which made her whole face much softer.

"Did you dream of Commander Huo?" Wei Jia looked at her quietly and asked. Yingluo's heart jumped and nodded reluctantly, "I don't know where she has gone. Such a big man..." In the end, he was already choked.

In the day, she always holds on, taking care of Wei Jia and dispensing medicine with the magic doctor for the military generals. Only in the middle of the night can her emotions seem to be released so unscrupulously.

"Huo is the leader of the auspicious man, and he will definitely be fine." Wei Jia stretched out her hand and held Yingluo. "Don't worry."

Her hands are very cold, and her heart is sad again. In the past, Wei Jia's hands and feet were like a small stove, all because she was not good...

Wei Jia saw that she was still crying and thought that she was still thinking about her husband. Although she had the intention to persuade her, on the one's words, the person concerned could not listen to what others said about such a thing; secondly, she was unable to continue to say too much and was dizzy.

I just hope she can think about it herself! Wei Jia looked at Yingluo and had been haggard a lot in the past few days. It could be seen that she was heartless. She sighed secretly, "Go to sleep in your tent and call the night in. I have something to say to him."

Yingluo is still a little reluctant. Although the night is good, he is a man after all. He is not as good as himself as a guard.

"I think the young general has rested..."

"He hasn't slept yet, I know." Wei Jia was very resolute, and there was nothing she could do, so she had to pay the account, found a small school, and went to the tent next door to call out the night.

Yelai really hasn't slept yet. He is reading a military book in his account, but his ears stand up to listen to the movement outside and Wei Jia's tent. The little school went to the door. Before he opened his mouth, he saw that he had straightened his clothes and appeared in front of him like a teleportation. He was startled and stammered, "General Ye, Ye, big, big girl, please go over and have something to say to you."

The night came and nodded, came to the outside of Wei Jia's tent, and happened to meet Yingluo face to face. Yingluo was slightly blessed with him, and he was not as cold as before. Although he was still a little paralyzed, at least he said "um" in his nose, and he nodded as if he had nod, before entering Wei Jia's big account.

During this period, he has been taking care of Wei Jia's couch. He is a man, and no matter how anxious he is, he can't enter the room. Although Wei Jia and he are interested in both sides, they can't ignore dignity like this.

He looked on coldly and only felt that Yingluo's carefulness to Wei Jia did not seem to be pretending, nor did it deliberately because he was afraid that it would not be difficult to explain to himself and the "Wei army" generals, so the knot in his heart for her was slightly relieved.

"I think of her as a woman, and now her husband doesn't know the whereabouts, which is quite pitiful." As he thought about it, he walked in, "At worst, the young master will no longer deliberately target her in the future, so that she will not be embarrassed, and it will be beneficial to recover..."

"Be careful not to hit your head." Wei Jia couldn't help joking him when she saw him walking in a daze and looked funny. Yelai saw that she was in such a good mood. Although her voice was still weak, her face was much better than the dead gray of some time ago. She was still white, but a faint pink came out of it.

"That old man's ability is really good." Yelai rarely praised the magic doctor generously, but Wei Jia was not sure that the magic doctor would be happy to hear it.

"The age of the magic doctor can be your father," she said anly. "There is no door on his mouth!"

Ye Lai walked to her couch with a smile and sat on the small stool where Yingluo was just sitting. He was tall and his hands and feet were very cramped, which made Wei Jia laugh again.

"I'm relieved when you laugh." Ye came suddenly took Wei Jia's hand and frowned. He stood up and was about to go out. "Why is it so cold? Call someone to order a few more braziers!"

Wei Jia was held by him and her face turned red. She wanted to pull out her hand, but she didn't do that after all.

At night, a black stubble has grown on his jaw, which is quite different from the usual jade-faced Xiao Lang's image. Wei Jia suddenly found that he had grown up unconsciously.

He turned his back to her and was much more burly, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, showing a beautiful inverted triangle shape. Wei Jia's cheek was spicy, and she quickly reached out to grab his sleeve. "No, sit down. I have something serious to tell you!"