The Rebirth of the Violent Concubine: The Bright Moon Shields the West Building - Chapter 1000

After Sun Rui said goodbye to the second prince, he took the soldiers away, which can be said to come and go in a hurry.

The second prince got food and grass, and his spirit and energy were obviously improved with the naked eye.

“Let’s fight, come on,” Zhao Lingyun patted the second prince on the shoulder, “Da Hu is now fighting for food and grass, and he must be unable to fight against you. Our goal, Wang Ting.”

The second prince said, “Don’t be in a hurry to beat the royal court.”

Zhao Lingyun: “You have the final say on the war. I have used all my strength to get the food and grass for you. Erhu, you must win, otherwise I will lose everything.”

The second prince laughed and said, “Don’t worry, Zhao Da, I won’t let you lose everything.”

The atmosphere in the camp became joyful because of the arrival of a large number of grains. Those who died in the battle a few days ago seem to have been forgotten just like that.

Zhao Lingyun murmured to Jiang Mingyue when he returned the account: “You didn’t see Erhu laughing like that, his mouth was bigger than the mouth of a bowl, his mother, wife and children are dead, and he can still laugh so happily, it’s hell. ”

Jiang Mingyue: “His uncle died not long ago.”

Zhao Lingyun: “It seems that he is still important. Does Erhu think that he will soon be the king of Khan?”

Jiang Mingyue said coldly, “Why is it so easy? Don’t forget that the eldest prince has colluded with Prince Tushan.”

Zhao Lingyun: “Is there a way for Zhao Jiuxian’er to give Dahu food and grass?”

Jiang Mingyue said: “This is not possible. What the prince wants is the soldiers and horses on the barbarian side, and he wants his food and grass. Isn’t this killing the prince?”

Zhao Lingyun sat down, took a sip of water to dispel the fire, and said, “When I go back, I won’t take a layer of Zhao fake fairy’s skin, and I won’t be named Zhao.”

Jiang Mingyue asked in a low voice, “It’s not Zhao, what’s your last name?”

Zhao Lingyun didn’t even think about it, and said, “Your last name will be changed to Jiang.”

Jiang Mingyue gave Zhao Lingyun a slap, when will this person be more serious?

After being hit by Jiang Mingyue, Zhao Lingyun was still smiling and said to Jiang Mingyue, “But before that, we have to watch the war and see how Erhu and Dahu beat each other’s dog brains out.”

The battle lasted three months.

Zhao Lingyun and Jiang Mingyue and their group spent a long time outside the customs.

Sun Rui sent three more times of food and grass. Emperor Dongsheng was very generous this time, and Zhao Lingyun was so generous when he looked at it, it hurts.

“If Erhu didn’t become the Khan King in the end, wouldn’t he be sorry for our sage’s forage?” Zhao Lingyun muttered to the people on his back with the second prince on his back.

Qian Tang is now numb to the war, and said, “Isn’t it already fighting at the royal court? I think the erhu can win.”

“What do you think?” Zhao Lingyun asked the junior high school junior.

The third grader said very honestly: “It’s hard to say now.”

Qian Tang asked, “How long will it take?”

The senior junior said: “Shurza’s army has not been defeated, so Juning can’t be said to win, and the winter is coming to an end.”

Everyone was stunned. If the winter is about to pass, and the grass grows, will there be enough war horses on the eldest prince’s side?

Zhao Lingyun said, “It will take time for the grass to grow.”

The third grader said, “The grass here grows very fast.”

In other words, as long as Da Hu survives for a while, he will be proud again?

Zhao Lingyun started to feel pain again. The food and grass that Emperor Dongsheng gave out, it has been three months, and he has not been able to reach the royal court. Erhu is a waste!

Wu San said at this time, “We are going to watch the war here all the time. Are we going to watch it this way?”

Zhao Lingyun: “I don’t know, maybe we have to watch the Erhu become the Khan King, or the head will fall?”

Jiang Mingyue asked Wu San: “Is there any news in the customs?”

Wu San shook his head and said, “The news has been interrupted for a long time this time, and I don’t know if something happened.”

“Can you think of something good?” Zhao Lingyun immediately rushed to Wu San and said, “Perhaps someone on your line got lost?”

Qian Tang: “If you get lost here, isn’t that a dead end?”

You’re more scary, aren’t you?

Zhao Lingyun: “What else could happen? What other dog jumped out to sue me?”

The big guy discovered that, rather than cursing others, Mr. Zhao prefers to curse himself. Do you still think you have fewer lawsuits?

“When Sun Danyang came last time, he told me that Lord Fu was ill.” Zhao Lingyun began to worry about Prince Fu again, and said to everyone in the tent, “It’s not so bad, our Lord is seriously ill, right?”

When Sun Rui brought food and grass for the third time, he said that King Fu’s condition was not serious, and now that General Sun has not come, and Wu San has not received any news from Guan Nei for a few days, this made Zhao Lingyun start to think, Zhao Wenchen is always a bad guy. Wouldn’t it be impossible to survive the prince?

Qian Tang patted the table and said, “Don’t curse the lord, does the lord owe you something?”

Jiang Mingyue was frightened by Zhao Lingyun. In the previous life, King Fu did not walk in front of the prince. If King Fu was sick, the prince should have died.

“Madam, what’s wrong with you?” Seeing that Jiang Mingyue’s face was not very good, Zhao Lingyun’s attention immediately came to Jiang Mingyue.

Jiang Mingyue shook his head and said, “It’s nothing, I’m thinking about when General Sun will bring the grain and grass this time. The second prince is a little anxious.”

“That waste,” Zhao Lingyun scolded immediately, “he doesn’t deserve to eat food, he doesn’t even deserve to eat forage!”

Jiang Mingyue lowered her head and thought to herself, she was stunned. In the previous life, King Fu fell off a horse and died. Now she is worried that King Fu will die of illness. Isn’t she worrying? Moreover, Jiang Mingyue thought, if the crown prince died, the saint would never be able to hide such a big thing.

The princes of a country are concerned, this is something that needs to be explained to the people of the world, how can Emperor Dongsheng hide it?

“Your Highness will be fine,” Jiang Mingyue said to Zhao Lingyun, raising her head.

Zhao Lingyun: “I don’t want him to have an accident, it’s best if he’s okay.”

Qian Tang stretched his back and handed an oil fruit to Ah Sui, who was staring at this thing, Qian Wushao said, “Just wait for our General Sun, this day’s battle, when will we be able to do it? Finished?”

The third grader in high school was silent. The war just ended yesterday. He went to the battlefield to see it, and the bones were piled up like a mountain again. The barbarians will not die in a war with them, and they will not die in a war with their own people, or even better, they are going to destroy the other’s eighteen generations of ancestors. The third grader of the high school is now doubting how many people and tribes will be left in the desert after the battle for the brothers to win the Khan throne is over?

The gourd broke into the tent at this time.

Seeing the pale face of the gourd, Zhao Lingyun shuddered for a while. Could it be that Sun Rui came and brought the news of King Fu’s death?

“Why do you think the lord is dead?” After hearing Zhao Lingyun’s question, Qian Tang said in a puzzled way, “Are you sick? Brain, brain disease?”

Zhao Lingyun: “I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about King Fu these few days, and I’m panicking. This is not a good sign.”

“You talk,” Qian Tang, too lazy to talk nonsense to Zhao Lingyun, urged the pale-faced Gourd.

Hulu said loudly: “Outside is killing prisoners, killing, killing many, many people!”

The tent was quiet, and several of them looked at each other, unable to speak. They couldn’t control this matter.