Crazy Concubine is very sturdy

Chapter 212 Disillusionment (2)
What's more, it's still a man!
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Especially when Lord Lie just arrived at the barracks, he called them to discuss matters without even taking a break, which made them feel relieved.

Sure enough, the prince is still the prince!
But now, following Zhan Beilie's gaze, isn't the person who is sitting leisurely on the bed packing his bags just a young boy with red lips and white teeth?
The naked eyes of the Great Qin God of War immediately made them burst into tears...

My lord!
Why are you bent?

Why don't you say hello, just bend when you say it?
You came so suddenly, let us... how can we bear it!

Leng Xia had already discovered the people who came in, thinking that the barracks were always full of old men, and there was no need to avoid suspicion if there were no women around, and there were not so many taboos between each other.

She looked at the irritated lieutenants trembling all over, then at Zhan Beilie who was staring straight at her, and sighed helplessly.

cough!
Leng Xia coughed, waking up Zhan Beilie who was full of thoughts of "the daughter-in-law really looks good no matter what she looks at".

Zhan Beilie, who was just waking up, coughed in embarrassment when he saw the pale lieutenants all over the tent.

This time is different from the past, the lioness is here, we can't let them enter the door casually, he frowned, and said in a deep voice: "In the future, you must report before you come in!"

The lieutenants nodded dully.

Satisfied, Zhan Beilie started to get down to business, looked at the lieutenants on the opposite side and asked, "How is the situation now?"

The lieutenants nodded dully.

Zhan Beilie frowned, and tapped the table with a wolf hair. The sound of "duk tuk" immediately brought the lieutenants back to their senses.

A total of seven lieutenants looked at him in confusion, meaning: What did you just say?
He rubbed the center of his brows, his deep eagle eyes narrowed into a line, and howled: "The current situation!"

The seven lieutenants shook in unison.

A square-faced lieutenant with an unshaven beard was the first to react, and his tone was a bit puzzled, "My lord, Beiyan and Dongchu have already made preparations. The armies of the two countries are assembled at the junction of Yanchu and Chu. Why is there no war until now!"

He reported the situation of the two countries, but kept secretly looking at Leng Xia at the end of his eyes.

The prince really trusts this kid, he doesn't even guard against him when discussing matters.

Thinking of this, I felt a little wind blowing in the back of my head.

Then he glanced up, and it was really the prince looking at him with a dark face.

Isn't he just a beautiful boy?
Even though she is your beautiful boy, you can't even look at her?
The lieutenant was muttering in his heart, but his eyes were calm, and he stared straight ahead, never daring to glance over there again.

Zhan Beilie nodded, twitched the corners of his lips, and said slowly, "Of course, it is to prevent the other three countries from interfering. Presumably, the envoys of the two countries are already on their way."

The other lieutenant general was black and thin, his eyes flickered from time to time, and he suddenly realized: "My lord, you mean that the two countries are waiting, and the envoys and the Three Kingdoms have agreed on the condition of not participating before you can rest assured?"

Over there Zhan Beilie and the others were discussing the military situation of the two countries, and here Leng Xia packed up and got up to stretch.

The unshaven square-faced man pointed at Leng Xia and asked hesitantly: "My lord, is this young master..."

Zhan Beilie frowned, and began to think seriously, what identity should he arrange for his wife?
He thought for a while, paused, and said, "Counselor!"

Adviser?

My lord, this is too fake!
How can a counselor and his master live in the same tent, but still share the same bed!

The seven people didn't believe it one after another, but they didn't dare to say more, they only thought a little bit in their hearts.

Leng Xia didn't bother to care what they thought, anyway, he was nothing more than Zhan Beilie's male favourite, so it wouldn't be more innovative if he thought about it.

She leisurely stepped out of the tent, and said lazily as she walked, "I'm going out for a walk."

This tone, lazy, this behavior, he walked out without waiting for Zhan Beilie's consent, just to inform him, not to ask for instructions.

The seven lieutenants were immediately angry, they simply didn't take the prince seriously!
This spoiled and proud kid, really takes himself seriously?

It's just a rabbit master who relies on his butt to get the upper hand!
The lieutenants glared at the back of Leng Xia in front of them, seeing that the prince will not punish you!

They waited and waited, waited and waited until his shadow was almost gone, and they didn't wait for Zhan Beilie's "bold"!
When I turned around to look, my eyeballs fell all over the place!
I saw Daqin War God's eagle eyes tightly locked on her walking back, his eyes were mixed with love, obsession and pampering... and other emotions that should never appear in his eyes, as if no matter how he looked at them, he couldn't get enough of them.

Waiting until the boy turned a corner and disappeared, the prince stretched his neck and probed again.

After a while, he muttered in a low voice with an annoyed expression: "I forgot to let her come back early, she must be tired after a day's driving."

Seven stone sculptures appeared again in the camp.

Leng Xia wandered aimlessly in the barracks.

This is her habit. When she arrives in a new environment, she always explores everything around her and prints the map of the entire environment in her mind.

The soldiers I met along the way all looked at her with "clear" disdainful eyes, and all of them snorted coldly and walked around, as if walking on the same road with her, they all lost their identity!
Leng Xia's complexion is unstable, she never cares about the opinions of unrelated people, especially their so-called "clearness", which is just some self-conceived imagination.

It is Shen time now, more than three o'clock in the afternoon.

Chijiang is indeed as cold as winter, the sun is high, but the sunshine is faint, and the autumn wind blows bitterly, blowing a biting cold on the cheeks.

Suddenly, a familiar neigh came from afar.

Leng Xia took a detour, and she saw that magical old horse.

Beside him, Ye Yihuang was not there, Mu Er stood in a daze.

At this moment, the old horse changed from its melancholy image in the past, its tail swept back and forth on the ground, its four hooves jumped happily, and the fat all over its body trembled and swayed.

(End of this chapter)