"You made me laugh so hard, Your Highness Prince Yu..."
"Hahaha... you are actually dead, and the official notice has been issued..."
…
Song Qianwei kept laughing for a full half an hour, fully demonstrating the lung capacity that a late-acquired warrior should have.
It wasn't until she saw that Di Xin's face turned ugly that she reluctantly stopped laughing, but she never lowered the raised corners of her mouth.
"Gone."
"oh oh."
Song Qianwei responded, quickly led the horse, and followed Di Xin happily.
Not long after, the two of them arrived at the city gate of Yanque Pass.
"Stop for routine inspection."
A soldier stopped the two men and stretched out his hand in accordance with the regulations: "Bring out your road guide."
When Di Xin left the city, he did not bring anything to prove his identity in order not to reveal his identity. After all, the majestic general of Guan Guan and His Royal Highness Prince Yu appeared alone in the territory of the Turks. This was a big event no matter how you looked at it.
If exposed, the size of the cavalry chasing him would probably not be smaller than that of Ashinas.
And with his current appearance, if he were King Yu, when the whole city was mourning His Highness King Yu, he would be drowned in saliva even if he was not beaten to death.
Di Xin didn't want to experience the taste of other people's saliva before Ouyang Xuan or An Junshan and others arrived.
Fortunately, Song Qianwei didn't have to worry about her identity, so she led the way when she came out.
After knowing that the ragged woman in front of him was from the general's mansion, the soldier's attitude immediately changed.
He handed the guide back and said comfortingly: "People cannot be resurrected after death, so I am sorry and accept the change."
Song Qianwei suppressed her smile and made a sad look: "Thank you."
"Okay, let's go in." The soldier said with unprecedented gentleness.
Even for Lu Yin who lied that he had forgotten to bring Di Xin, he also let him in. The soldier even patted him on the shoulder when he passed by and also said "sorry".
Di Xin could feel Song Qianwei's body shaking even more.
"Thank you."
Di Xin finally said thank you.
When entering the city gate, he could still hear the sounds of soldiers chatting with other people.
"You're so young, what a pity."
"That's right, I was waiting for His Highness Prince Yu to lead us into the grassland one day, but..."
"well……"
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"If you don't want the people around you to drown in their saliva, don't laugh out loud."
Di Xin reminded Song Qianwei expressionlessly that there was something wrong with the way people around them looked at them.
Song Qianwei immediately shut her mouth when she heard this.
Of course saliva can't drown anyone. It's not that she's really worried about this, it's just that she can't stand the disgusting feeling of other people spitting on her body.
However, her trembling body still completely exposed her schadenfreude.
Di Xin:......
There was no conversation all the way. After entering Yanque Pass, the two went straight to the General's Mansion. Although they did not ride horses again, the two acquired martial arts cultivators were not very slow on their feet.
It didn't take long for the two of them to return to the general's mansion located in the center of Yanque Pass.
Sure enough, as the vegetable vendor said, most other houses just hang one or two pieces of white cloth, but the General's Mansion is hung with white silk, replaced with white lanterns, and elegiac couplets have been pasted on the pillars on both sides of the gate.
The two guards on guard also had depression written all over their faces.
The servants and maids who occasionally came in and out were in a hurry, with no joy on their faces.
Looking from the outside, the entire General's Mansion was filled with sadness, which was in sharp contrast to the nervous woman next to Di Xin who couldn't hold back her laughter until her ribs hurt.
When we arrived at the General's Mansion, there were no other people around.
After seeing the decoration at the entrance of the General's Mansion, Song Qianwei finally stopped and couldn't bear it anymore.
"Your Highness, I really can't help it... hahaha... let me laugh for a while..."
"Hahaha……"
The unbridled laughter finally caught the attention of the two guards at the door.
They were already in a low mood because of the death of His Royal Highness King Yu, but now they saw a man laughing in front of the general's palace, and pointing at the hanging white silk, white lanterns and retainers. Their emotions had been pent up for many days.
Finally it broke out.
With a snap, the two guards pulled out the long knives from their waists, stood up and landed in front of Di Xin and Song Qianwei. The long knives in their hands were pointed directly at Song Qianwei, with the intention of starting a fight if they disagreed.
Yes, the foundation will be solid in the early days of tomorrow.
Di Xin nodded lightly. Although the guards in Di Xin's mansion had many martial arts cultivators before, they were not luxurious enough to guard the door. Now, they have been replaced by two early-stage martial arts cultivators.
It seems that Zeng Hongshen's training in the past few months has been quite effective.
Di Xin was still commenting in his mind, but one of the two guards could no longer bear it. He looked at Song Qianwei, who was still laughing non-stop, and clenched the long knife in his hand: "Who is so unruly in front of the General's Mansion?
What gave you so much courage?"
The words were full of hostility.
Of course Song Qianwei would not argue with them. She just gently pushed her messy hair to one side and asked with a smile on her face: "Don't you know who I am?"
"Who knows you..."
The guard who spoke subconsciously retorted halfway, and suddenly froze. After observing carefully, he said in surprise: "Vice Commander Song, is that you?"
When the bandits were first suppressed, Song Qianwei set off together in the name of deputy commander, and was already familiar with these guards.
After recognizing Song Qianwei, the hostility of the two guards was gone. However, after retracting the sword, it was still the same guard. He spoke hesitantly: "Commander Song, you just..."
Song Qianwei pointed at Di Xin, who was as miserable as herself, and motioned the two of them to observe carefully: "Look who this person is?"
"he?"
Only then did the two guards notice Di Xin beside them, and found that he looked a little familiar.
And the more I look at it, the more familiar it becomes.
In the end, both guards opened their eyes slightly, and one of the guards blurted out: "Your Highness, are you not dead?"
After realizing what he had said, the guard quickly knelt down and kowtowed: "My subordinate made a mistake, please punish me."
"Get up, don't be nervous." Di Xin said gently: "This king is indeed not dead, but he came back a little late. I'm sorry for making you worry for so many days."
That's right, it's still the same His Highness Prince Yu. It's the same His Highness Prince Yu who will still say thank you and sorry even when facing these guards who have signed a contract of betrayal.
After getting up, the guard was still a little in disbelief: "Your Highness, subordinate... I am not dreaming."
Next to him, another guard did not speak, but the expression on his face was exactly the same.
Both of them are afraid that this is just a dream for them.
Finally, it was Song Qianwei who said with a smile: "Okay, hurry in and report that your Prince Yu is not dead and is back safely."
"yes."
The two people woke up from their dream and left quickly.