The First Witch Concubine: No discount for high-level prostitutes

Before Wuwei entered the city, Lanshan language tea had already been waiting at the gate of the city.

Seeing the Lanshan language tea, all the soldiers knelt down to worship.

A slender hand like white jade gently raised the car curtain, and walked down slowly, his peerless face instantly captivated everyone's eyes.

Early in the morning, I knew that the national teacher was a handsome man, but I never thought that he would be so beautiful and charming. Even though he was dressed in black, his beautiful face made people think that he was carved out of suet and snow jade in the glacier. The most magnificent sculpture in the entire world.

Beautiful, but cold.

When he saw the Blue Mountain Language Tea, his lips raised slightly, showing a rare smile, and his beautiful eyes flashed a moving luster.

Lanshan Yucha felt that he was demonstrating to herself, and at the same time there was a fiery light in his eyes.

The feeling of Blue Mountain Language Tea is like a flame burning gorgeously, charming and scorching, he is arrogant and unruly, frivolous and flying, like the scorching sun, as bright as the sun.

And the national teacher is like the icy snow lotus growing on the Tianshan Mountains, cool and luxurious, he is not stained with dust, peerless elegance, but cold as ice, just like the cool and luxurious snow.

Two outstanding and dazzling men stood under the sun at the same time.

Their eyes reflect each other's figure.

This kind of atmosphere makes people feel unusually weird.

The surrounding soldiers could feel that the surrounding air was gradually warming up, and they were sweating profusely. The general and the national teacher probably wanted to fight first!

"Seventh Prince, long time no see..."

After looking at each other, the national teacher slightly lowered his eyelids, and gave Lanshan Yucha a courtesy of a monarch and minister. No matter what he said, he was a courtier, and Lanshan Yucha was still higher than him in terms of status, because etiquette was indispensable, but his attitude was different. Can't say enough respect.

Lanshan Yucha blinked her eyes lightly, her tone was light and playful, "Yes! Long time no see."

There was disgust and contempt in his eyes.

He has always been unaccustomed to his aloof appearance, as if he knows everything and his fate is in his hands.

He hates this kind of self-righteous person who thinks he can control the fate of others the most. In his heart, fate should be controlled by himself, not at the mercy of others.

After the two spoke, the atmosphere fell into a strange atmosphere again.

A certain knife next to Lanshan Language Tea gently pushed him, with a peachy smile on his face, "The national teacher is exhausted, let's go down and rest first! Come on, take the national teacher down to rest..."

Wuwei nodded slightly, "Then there will be Lieutenant General Lao."

After Wuwei left, Lanshan Yucha was still standing there, and a certain knife couldn't help pushing him, "Yu, what are you doing?"

Only then did Lanshan Yucha come back to his senses, and shook his head indifferently, "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about the past."

A certain knife looked at the back of Lanshan Yucha, and narrowed his eyes slightly. He must have remembered what happened four years ago.

Four years ago, Lanshan Yucha was still a high-spirited young man. As the seventh son, he was the most outstanding among so many princes. He is even more outstanding, so he is highly valued by the emperor.

Back then, he was like a runaway wild horse, aiming for a thousand miles, unruly and gradually getting out of control.

His grand plan has far surpassed the current crown prince. The emperor knew very well that if this son was the eldest son, he would definitely lead the Cangyue Empire to glory and benefit the people in the future. The throne is missed.

The ancestral precept of the Cangyue Empire is that the eldest son inherits the throne.

He overwhelmed the prince with absolute overwhelming power, and the emperor gradually felt uneasy, so he consulted with the national teacher to discuss countermeasures, and finally decided to follow the national teacher's wishes and send him out, the farther the better.

At that time, Xiwu was fighting, and the emperor sent him, who was only 16 years old, to the cruel battlefield, leaving him to fend for himself.

However, Lanshan Yucha's fate is indeed very tough. He escaped from death after death again and again, regained Xiwu, and became king.

Everyone felt that the general was a born king, and under his leadership, no battle was a failure.

For four full years, the Huns invaded countless times, but each time they returned without success.

However, no one knows how much pressure he is under at the age of 16. He studies desperately and wants to do things well, just to get the approval of that person.

But every time he wins a battle, what he gets is only rewards from things outside his body, and there is never a word of encouragement or appreciation.

A certain knife understands his mood.

There is also a reason why he doesn't like the national teacher. The national teacher has been favored by that person, admired by that person, trusted by that person, and that person even obeyed the teacher's words and exiled him to Xiwu.

The original hatred gradually began to deepen, leading to the current mutual dislike.

The tent was full of the smell of wine, and the strong smell could be smelled from a distance.

When Gu Liuxi returned to the camp, Lanshan Yucha had already drank a lot of wine, and the ground was full of empty wine bottles.

Lanshan Yucha smelled like alcohol, and he was lying on the desk with blurred eyes and lack of energy. He was obviously drunk. He still had a wine bottle in his hand, and poured it into his mouth from time to time.

Seeing him like this, Gu Liuxi couldn't bear it, walked over and took the wine bottle from his hand.

"What happened to you today, why did you drink yourself like this?"

In order to avoid Wuwei, she told Lanshan Yucha that she was uncomfortable and asked for a day off, so she didn't know what happened to him.

How could he, who had never been drunk before, get so drunk all of a sudden.

Lanshan Yucha raised his heavy head, his eyes showed a fierce light, and his voice was so cold, "Give me back the wine."

It was the first time for Gu Liuxi to see Lanshan Language Tea like this, so she couldn't help being a little scared. She swallowed her saliva, guessing that he was drunk, so she pretended to be calm, "No, you are already drunk."

Lanshan Yucha stood up unsteadily, "I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk at all."

Gu Liuxi could only put down the wine in his hand, go to help him, and blamed him in a cold voice, "You are so drunk, and you still say you are not drunk, what's the matter with you, what are you drinking so much for?"

Lanshan Yucha pushed away Gu Liuxi's hand to help him, "Go away, don't touch me, I'm not drunk, I still want to drink..."

Seeing him like this, Gu Liuxi became angry, and yelled back, "Okay! Drink, drink, forget it, I don't bother to talk to you."

Lanshan Yucha staggered to get the wine, her back was indescribably lonely and sad.

Gu Liuxi frowned slightly, not knowing why he felt a little pitiful for him in this state.

When Lanshan Yucha wanted to get the wine, Gu Liuxi snatched the wine away first.

Lanshan Yucha was empty-handed, and suddenly burst into anger.

"Okay, just tell me what's on your mind, I will never tell others, so stop drinking."

Gu Liuxi persuaded him with kind words.

His appearance makes people feel preoccupied.

Lanshan Yucha strode over, trying to grab the wine back, but stepped on a wine bottle, and threw herself towards Gu Liuxi.

Gu Liuxi didn't expect Lanshan Yucha to fall down like this, she was so frightened that she froze, and her pupils dilated suddenly.