Chapter 153 Sima Fang in Qinzhong
"What happened?"
After calming down, Sima Jinping asked in a low voice.
The ghost pawn vomited the letter on the case, kowtowed ten times in a row, and then said, "I'm incompetent. I met a strong man on the road and took away the shrine."
The ghost pawn is strong enough to match the good hands of two or three places, but his arms were cut off and the shrine was taken away. Although he didn't say much, how Simajin didn't know that if he hadn't met a strong man who was far stronger than him, he wouldn't have fallen here.
"Who?"
Simajin asked.
"Sima Fang."
The scout squeezed his lips, looked at the letter on the case, and said, "He said that as long as the commander reads the letter, he will know what he wants."
The beautiful eyes behind the veil gradually became cold. Sima Jin looked at the letter and muttered, "How can it be that he was still in the State of Qin before. Even if he disappeared and sneaked, he did not escape my eight hundred scouts... Could it be that they joined hands?
His face changed again and again. Simajin squeezed his red lips and picked up the letter on the case.
In her words, they refer to the governors of the former two armies in the ghost army. If they hadn't fallen to the side of Sima Fang, Sima Fang would not have driven south under her eyes and passed the State of Wu and went straight into the State of Liu.
Opening the letter, what Simajin saw was a line of regular characters of dragon flying and phoenix dancing. The words on the letter were unrestrained and free, and full of spirit. It is also true that it breaks through the ground in less than 20 years. The young dragon in the eyes of the ancestors, the young man's ambition, is indeed qualified to be frivolous.
Looking at the letter, Simajin thought lightly: "Fengxi, Fengxi, return to his hometown, travel around the world to ask for his phoenix. I haven't met him at that time. He Wujin has been promoted to Sitang! There is a beautiful lady in the boudoir, and the room is poisonous to my intestines. He Yuan's neck is a mandarin duck, and Hu Jieying flies together! Phoenix Xi, Phoenix Xi, from me, I have to entrust my tail to be a concubine..."
Before I finished reading it, the letter had been split by Simajin.
This song "Phoenix Qiu Huang" was written by her when she was 12 years old. It was used to please the master's wife. After the banquet, this song "Phoenix Qiu Huang" and Sima's talent name spread all over the branches of the Simamen valve. The Sima family are all full of Simajin's literary and martial arts talents and are regarded as strange women in the world.
Sima Fang sent "Phoenix Qiuhuang", and the meaning of the words is that Simajin doesn't know.
"Phoenix, phoenix, from me, I have to be a concubine... Sima Fang, you are so bold!"
Simajin's voice became colder and colder, but there was a trace of worry between her eyebrows.
Even if Sima Fang and the governors of the two armies join hands, Simajin is not afraid at all. Unless she is willing, no one can seize the 800 ghost troops. What made her uneasy was that Sima Fang did not stop. He went straight to Liujing and took the shrine and letters.
Yu Guang fell to the end of the letter. The next moment, Sima Jin couldn't help but feel the anger in his heart, and his eyes flashed green and pop out.
At the end of the letter, he wrote: "The former highness's song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" stunned four people. I admire it, but it is far away on the edge of Qin water, and it is difficult to talk about it. Today, when I went south, I knew that His Highness had something else, but it was a pity for the rogue people of the State of Liu. If you go to Liujing, if you are a talented person, you will stay for your life and fight for the future. If it is a horse, Sima Fang is not talented. I would like to remove this knot for Your Highness... Fengxi returned to his hometown, traveled all over the world to beg for his phoenix, and the Sima Fang in Qinzhong was respectful.
"Xiao Anzi..."
The letter paper was crushed, turned into powder and scattered outside the window, and was swept away by the rainstorm in a blink of an eye.
The ghost army scouts crawling on the ground looked at the commander who made them awe in surprise. They saw Simajin pull out a five-foot green front from the grid, hang it on his waist, and put on an ink-black cloak. His temperament suddenly changed. From the delicate girl in the boudoir, she turned into a cold-faced female general who was in charge of eight hundred scouts.
"Lord..."
The scout shouted out and wanted to dissuade him, but in a blink of an eye, Simajin came out of the small building like a gust of wind.
Outside the small building, the old man held an oil-paper umbrella and looked at Simajin with a wry smile.
Sima Jin stopped and looked at Liu Laoxiu, the commander-in-chief of the rear army, with a condensed look.
"Did you tell him?"
Simajin asked calmly.
Liu Laoxiu smiled bitterly and shook his head and said, "If you don't say it, I'm afraid you won't be the former scout leader again."
"How many more people know?"
Simajin didn't seem to hear Liu Laoxiu's voice and asked coldly.
The bitter smile at the corners of his mouth was even more full. Liu Laoxiu hesitated and said, "That teenager surnamed An... There is only the old man."
Nodding, Simajin did not open his mouth and walked straight forward.
"If you are ruthless, you can be the princess of the Sima family, and even the elders will have a place in the future. If you are trapped in love, your life's achievements will stop here.
A complex voice came from the old man's ear. Sima Jin's footsteps were slightly sluggish. For a long time, she said coldly, "It's not love... You won't understand."
"I don't understand, it's just that you don't know yet."
The old man's sigh came through the rain, and Simajin just sneered, walked to the gate of the courtyard and pushed it away.
What fell into her eyes was the black pressed iron horse, at least 3,000 people, ready to stand, and the spear stood upside down.
With a thud, Sima Jin's heart was cold, and the rain beads soaked the veil along the cloak. She bit her red lips tightly, and her face was as pale as paper behind the veil.
Sima Fang said it well, but he only took Xiao Anzi's life on his trip to Liujing. If he gives Xiao Anzi another ten years, he will definitely not lose to Sima Fang, but now...
With a horizontal heart, Simajin's hand has reached to his waist.
The general suddenly arched his hand and said, "The old lady called Miss Seven. The old lady also said that if the young lady didn't want to go, she would come to invite her in person.
His arm trembled slightly, and Simajin raised his head in a stunned way, crossed the three thousand iron riders, and his eyes fell to the south, with a strong despair in his heart.
Liu Laoxiu's words vaguely echoed in her ears, but their eyes became more and more complicated.
Are you really in love? To him...
The afterglow fell on the bead chain on her wrist. Simajin suddenly felt that the tip of her nose was sore, and her inexplicable emotions lingered in her heart. She wanted to see it clearly, but she did not dare to see it clearly. She only felt very wronged.
The next moment, Simajin no longer hesitated, and the jade hand fell to his waist. The first general's face changed slightly. Simajin suddenly shook, and then fainted.
It was a crane-haired woman who held Sima Jin, with white hair up to her waist, and she couldn't say enough. Although she has white hair, she has the face of a young woman, and there is no lack of nobility in her beauty.
"See the old man."
Three thousand iron riders turned over and got off the horse. Despite the heavy armor, they knelt down in the mud.
"Are I old?"
The woman suddenly smiled. Although she was smiling, it made Sanqian Tieqi's face white. Her heart was trembling and she didn't dare to breathe.
"Who dares to say that Taijun is old, I will be the first to fight with him."
Liu Laoxiu came up with his back bowed and smiled.
"I'm old enough to talk so well."
Looking at Liu Laoxiu, the most unfathomable woman smiled more and more happily: "Are you ready?"
"Yes." Liu Laoxiu said respectfully.
"It's so good."
Although the voice was in his ear, he was already a thousand steps away. Liu Laoxiu raised his head, looked at the woman's distant back, and shook his head silently.
Lao Taijun has made a choice. In the face of Sima door valve, as a woman, she finally chose Sima Fang. Chaos is born, but the old lady will travel far away, and the future plan may also change. When Sima Fang gets the head of a young man surnamed Liu Jing'an, he will convince Simajin and propose to the owner of the family. I don't know if the owner will agree.
It's just a pity that she has to fall in love with a son of a tenant farmer in the State of Liu. It would be good if she was known by the Sima family. Fortunately, Sima Fang took action and wanted to kill the teenager. She had no idea, and she would no longer think about anything.
He waved his hand to the general who bowed and saluted. Liu Laoxiu shook his head and disappeared into the rain curtain in all directions.
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It's still raining. Look at the weather, it's sure to be endless.
The people of Liujing are guessing whether the dragon fairy in the sky is angry, or maybe the rain miscalculated the time, but no matter how heavy the rain is, it will not affect them. They can eat what should be eaten and watch the play as usual. As usual, no one has found that the fortune-tellers who are a little old on the street shook their heads and hurriedly left Liujing.
When the disaster comes, the blood flows into a river, and the city is full of white bones. How can it be seen by the exhausted and lazy people?
In the dead of night, the rain is in a series, hitting the window lattice, disturbing people's dreams. On the seventh floor of Moyun Building, the candlelight was bright, and the young man wore a cloak and quietly looked at the paper roll on the desk.
The game is coming to an end, but there is nothing to do.
Liu Jun sat idly by and waited to clean the capital family with the help of the hands of the two demons. Hu Bufei, the only one who could delay the two demons, also destroyed himself. An Bochen was powerless, and he could only wait until the day of the catastrophe to summon the dragon king to destroy the two snakes.
You can summon Longjun to need a shrine. Up to now, Sima Jin hasn't sent the shrine. An Bochen is anxious, but he can't contact his boss Ma Jin.
With a bang, there was a thunder and lightning in the depths of the night sky. The wind swept, and the windows swayed and creaked.
"Are you waiting for this?"
There was a clear voice behind him. An Bochen turned around and saw a young man holding the package in his hand and looking at him with a smile.
The teenager is about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a plain white shirt, wearing a snow-white cloak, with a handsome face, and jumping when his eyebrows are raised, with a relaxed look. This was only the first glance. At the second glance, I suddenly found that the young man's temperament was elegant, hidden from the dust, which was pleasing to the eyes, at least much better than An Bochen, who looked sad at this time.
"She sent you here?"
An Bochen looked at the package in the teenager's hand and said happily, but he didn't find that the teenager's jumping eyebrows were deeply wrinkled at this time, and a trace of laughter flashed in his eyes.
Is he Simajin's sweetheart?
Looking at An Bochen, who was scattered in buns and thin in shape, Sima Fang only felt extremely ridiculous.
Liu Laoxiu had already told him that Sima Qin's sweetheart was a servant from a tenant, but Sima Fang was always suspicious. In his heart, he is as arrogant and indifferent as Sima Jin. Once he is emotional, he must be a handsome and handsome figure with both literature and martial arts, at least he will not lose to him.
However, the teenager in front of him is ordinary-looking, his hair is loose, and he is smiling all the time, and his cultivation seems to be not high. In the face of strangers, his whole body is full of flaws... Such an ordinary little man usually doesn't even look at him, but he actually won the heart of Princess Sima Jiabing.