Wan Qiyan bowed to the end, raised his voice and said: "Old minister Wan Qiyan, by order of the Lord of Nanyang, respectfully welcomes Princess Fengjia."

"Free! Dongyin Jianyao thanks the Lord of Nanyang." The hem of the skirt does not move, the sleeves are slightly raised, and it is a standard Nanyang national gift.

After greeting each other, Wan Qiyan said nothing about the robbery and murder on the road, and Jian Yao also remained silent. When entering the door, Wan Qiyan stared at Jimo's left shoulder carefully, and something strange flashed across his face.

"Princess, the eldest princess of Nanyang wants to see you." The maid came in to report. Since the robbery, all the old friends in Dongyin around me have disappeared. This personal maid was appointed by Jimo.

"Please come quickly!"

Thinking of Jimo Jian Yao couldn't help but smile, but such a tall and strong man was shyer than anyone else. Maybe it was his special physique that was different from ordinary people. On the way back, Jimo's injuries healed quickly. When he was free, Jian Yao

I often joke with him. Jian Yao is only ten years old.

At the age of three, the child is still good-natured. He often speaks without restraint and acts coquettishly. This often makes Jimo blush and run away. But at this time, Huaisha always stands aside and watches, with an indifferent expression, even a little bit a little bit agitated.

of anger and worry.

Speaking of Huaisha, she is the eldest princess of Nanyang. Her full name is Yi Huaisha. She is the only daughter of Qianchenghou of Nanyang. Qianchenghou is the founding hero of Nanyang. He is hereditary and has an iron scroll and a gold label. Even the king cannot take her away.

.They were prominent and the largest clan in Nanyang. Because Qian Chenghou had no children and he loved this girl very much, he passed the throne to her after his death. The government and the public were in an uproar.

This girl is silent and wears a military uniform. She has a white dragon horse on her crotch and a gold-plated sword with a phoenix tail in her hand. She once killed the arrogant Wu Zhuangyuan, and blood spattered in five steps. She spread beans and lined up the troops, forming a five-direction seven-star formation, trapping her youthful spirit.

The prosperous and powerful general Zuo Shidu. Fortunately, Jimo took action secretly to save his friend's face, otherwise Zuo Shidu would have committed suicide to thank his ancestors.

And such a character does have another special identity. She is Jimo's fiancée.

Xiang Fei's curtain was gently lifted, and a slim beauty walked in. She was wearing a snow-green long skirt, a short jacket with double-breasted arrow sleeves of the same color, and a floor-length dark purple gauze robe, which fit smoothly around her body. She was not as ostentatious as expected.

Rather than jumping away, it is like walking out of the study

The little girl's smoky eyebrows and phoenix eyes, with a slight swipe, exuded an inadvertent and elegant style. Compared with the military uniform when they first met, Huaisha today has a more feminine charm. Just standing like this, no one believes that she is

That Qianchenghou who has the courage that ten thousand men cannot deserve.

When Huaisha entered the room, she did not kneel down and bow like other women, but instead clasped her hands in fists and bowed slightly. The snow-green arrow sleeves slightly swayed across Jian Yao's eyes, and she pressed silver lines and traced the light gold double phoenix pattern.

His quiet expression revealed the distinguished identity of the visitor.

Although it was not the first time they met, Jian Yao had a vague feeling that Huaisha was hostile to her, maybe because of Jimo, maybe not. After thinking about it, they greeted each other and sat down politely.

As the sun set and there was relative silence, Jian Yao looked at Huaisha carefully and found that her hair was not pure black, but had a faint layer of black gold, and was simply tied behind her head with a soft bright silver rope. There was nothing else.

Decoration, even the ears are clean and there are no piercings!

Thinking of the rumors about the lecherous leader of the Nanyang Kingdom, Jian Yao was surprised. Is it worth it to leave such a beauty to visit Dongyin and mobilize troops? Or is this another chess game played by others? Wan Qiyan bowed to the end and raised his voice:

"Old minister Wan Qiyan, following the order of the Lord of Nanyang, respectfully welcomes Princess Fengjia."

"Free! Dongyin Jianyao thanks the Lord of Nanyang." The hem of the skirt does not move, the sleeves are slightly raised, and it is a standard Nanyang national gift.

After greeting each other, Wan Qiyan said nothing about the robbery and murder on the road, and Jian Yao also remained silent. When entering the door, Wan Qiyan stared at Jimo's left shoulder carefully, and something strange flashed across his face.

"Princess, the eldest princess of Nanyang wants to see you." The maid came in to report. Since the robbery, all the old friends in Dongyin around me have disappeared. This personal maid was appointed by Jimo.

"Please come quickly!"

Thinking of Jimo Jian Yao couldn't help but smile, but such a tall and strong man was shyer than anyone else. Maybe it was his special physique that was different from ordinary people. On the way back, Jimo's injuries healed quickly. When he was free, Jian Yao

I often joke with him. Jian Yao is only ten years old.

At the age of three, the child is still good-natured. He often speaks without restraint and acts coquettishly. This often makes Jimo blush and run away. But at this time, Huaisha always stands aside and watches, with an indifferent expression, even a little bit a little bit agitated.

of anger and worry.

Speaking of Huaisha, she is the eldest princess of Nanyang. Her full name is Yi Huaisha. She is the only daughter of Qianchenghou of Nanyang. Qianchenghou is the founding hero of Nanyang. He is hereditary and has an iron scroll and a gold label. Even the king cannot take her away.

.They were prominent and the largest clan in Nanyang. Because Qian Chenghou had no children and he loved this girl very much, he passed the throne to her after his death. The government and the public were in an uproar.

This girl is silent and wears a military uniform. She has a white dragon horse on her crotch and a gold-plated sword with a phoenix tail in her hand. She once killed the arrogant Wu Zhuangyuan, and blood spattered in five steps. She spread beans and lined up the troops, forming a five-direction seven-star formation, trapping her youthful spirit.

The prosperous and powerful general Zuo Shidu. Fortunately, Jimo took action secretly to save his friend's face, otherwise Zuo Shidu would have committed suicide to thank his ancestors.

And such a character does have another special identity. She is Jimo's fiancée.

Xiang Fei's curtain was gently lifted, and a slim beauty walked in. She was wearing a snow-green long skirt, a short jacket with double-breasted arrow sleeves of the same color, and a floor-length dark purple gauze robe, which fit smoothly around her body. She was not as ostentatious as expected.

Rather than jumping away, it is like walking out of the study

The little girl's smoky eyebrows and phoenix eyes, with a slight swipe, exuded an inadvertent and elegant style. Compared with the military uniform when they first met, Huaisha today has a more feminine charm. Just standing like this, no one believes that she is

That Qianchenghou who has the courage that ten thousand men cannot deserve.

When Huaisha entered the room, she did not kneel down and bow like other women, but instead clasped her hands in fists and bowed slightly. The snow-green arrow sleeves slightly swayed across Jian Yao's eyes, and she pressed silver lines and traced the light gold double phoenix pattern.

His quiet expression revealed the distinguished identity of the visitor.

Although it was not the first time they met, Jian Yao had a vague feeling that Huaisha was hostile to her, maybe because of Jimo, maybe not. After thinking about it, they greeted each other and sat down politely.

As the sun set and there was relative silence, Jian Yao looked at Huaisha carefully and found that her hair was not pure black, but had a faint layer of black gold, and was simply tied behind her head with a soft bright silver rope. There was nothing else.

Decoration, even the ears are clean and there are no piercings!
Chapter completed!