As soon as the white-shirted man opened his fan, his aura suddenly changed, "King Hao, General Li also wants to find someone who is not going to the Assassin King. Why should you get angry? Why don't you follow us and visit Xiliu, if we are wronged. King Hao, he must bow himself and apologize."
The words are not finished, but the meaning is very obvious, the monarch did not leave the palace, but was assassinated, suspected to be on the king Hao and the king of the Western Regions. This hat is really big.
As soon as this statement came out, Pei Qianhao looked as usual, treating him as air.
Suddenly, Li Zikang looked angry, "King Hao, in that case, Xiu blames General Ben for being polite."
After all, the Xiliu soldiers surrounded each other again, Wu Ling was not to be outdone, and the two sides confronted again.
When the sword was drawn, Pei Qianhao's expression was cold, "This is Xiangcun, which belongs to the Beimin site. Are you not afraid of the world's verbal condemnation when you capture the master in someone else's land?"
As soon as the voice fell, before the white-shirted man could answer, she sneered, "King Hao does not have the same knowledge as you. He is kind. A thief enters someone else's house, but his younger subordinate grabs the master. This joke, I am. Listen to it for the first time."
The words are mocking, and the eyes are sharp.
The man in white shirt trembled and was choked fiercely, speechless.
Soon, he looked as usual and smiled indifferently, "What did the King of Western Regions say? Now that the king of our country was almost assassinated. Can't stay out of the matter."
He continued: "The two of them have been reluctant to follow me and General Li back. Are there any difficulties in speaking?"
The meaning is simple and easy to see. If you insist on not going back to Xiliu with me, it means that this matter cannot be separated from you.
Du Ling cursed secretly in his heart, with sharp teeth and sharp mouths. He had a cold expression and a sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, "Don't forget, Xi Liu and his party, but General Li invited us into the house, and the one who went with us is also the King Yun of Nanzhao Kingdom. Now King Yun's whereabouts are treacherous, isn't it even more suspicious? Why are you? Instead of investigating him, they bite me and King Hao. But can Bei Min and the Western Regions be deceived?"
With Du Ling's counterattack, Li Zikang was anxious, and the white-shirted man's expression remained as usual, "King of the Western Regions, please don't worry, King Nan Zhaoyun will also invite him to Xiliu to find out together."
"Well, then I will go with you this time." Du Ling said lightly, with a hint of irony in his eyes.
"The King of the Western Regions really deserves to be a wise monarch. General Li should take good care of the King of the Western Regions, and don't neglect." The white-shirted man said to Li Zikang with a peaceful expression.
Hearing this, Du Ling suddenly asked, "If you find out the truth, this matter has nothing to do with me, so what should I do?"
As soon as the general's order was issued, the smile on the corner of the white shirt's mouth remained unchanged, and his expression was calm, "If I wronged the King of the Western Regions, I will leave it to the King of the Western Regions."
I just don't know if you can still be there at that time. It's easy to enter Xiliu, but difficult to get out of Xiliu.
Does Du Lingyou know what he thinks in his heart, but if he doesn't enter the tiger's lair, he wants to explore the Xiliu Incident. Although it is somewhat contrary to the plan, it is not different from the final result.
"Okay." He looked calm, with majesty in his words.
"What about King Hao?"
Seeing that the King of the Western Regions had agreed and the plan was half completed, the white-shirted man immediately took Pei Qianhao's edge.
Hearing that, without waiting for Pei Qianhao's answer, Du Ling's expression was cold, and there was a hint of irony in his eyes, "Why, can I go alone, but I have to have two people?"
"The King of the Western Regions is not anxious, after all, this matter also involves King Hao."
Before he finished speaking, Du Ling interrupted him directly, "I'm the only one, otherwise I won't go."
The white-shirted man was really angry when he saw the King of the Western Regions, and he knew that he had to compromise temporarily.
"What did the King of the Western Regions say? Let's do what the King of the Western Regions said." After speaking, he immediately glanced at Li Zikang.
Pei Qianhao watched with cold eyes, until Du Ling looked inside the house, the two understood, and stopped talking too much.
Soon, the white-shirted man and Li Zikang withdrew from the Xiangcun with the King of Western Regions.
"Wu Ling, follow me quietly, protect the King of the Western Regions, and don't let him lose the slightest bit."
Wu Ling took the order and left quickly.
Pei Qianhao turned and raised his leg and walked into the house.
Su Xi'er slept soundly on the bed, and her face looked paler.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers kept stroking her cheek, and a gentle smile hung on the corner of his mouth.
In this way, time passed by every minute and every second, and his actions were always the same.
"Boom!" There was a knock on the door, and he opened the door.
I saw that the old woman was standing outside the door with a bowl of black jujube black chicken soup.
"This is for replenishing the body, it is suitable for my wife to take it now."
She quickly handed the soup to Pei Qianhao and left.
He took the red jujube black-bone chicken soup and sat on the side of the bed, stirring constantly with a spoon, adjusting it to a suitable temperature for consumption.
Su Xi'er frowned slightly, opened her eyes, and happened to see this scene.
"A Jing."
Hearing her voice, his movements stopped for a while, his eyes were gentler.
"Wake up, is there anything else uncomfortable?"
She smiled lightly, her eyebrows filled with tenderness, "Don't worry about me, I'm fine."
Hearing this sentence, Pei Qianhao's heart felt even more distressed.
Carefully fed her red jujube black-bone chicken soup, Su Xi'er smiled and took a few sips.
Then he looked at him, his expression even more gentle as water.
Pei Qianhao knew she was pregnant and pretended not to know her.
"Xi'er, don't leave me for so long next time."
"Ajing, it won't be anymore." Su Xi'er knew how important he thought of himself, and gently wrapped his big hand with his little hand.
Pei Qianhao's ears were blushing, and she put the red date black chicken soup on the table, and put her gently environmentally friendly into her arms, very cautious, and very satisfied.
Although he hasn't felt what kind of feeling his father really is, but just holding it like this, he feels weight.
Pei Qianhao murmured in his heart, whether you are a boy or a girl, as long as you belong to Xi'er, I will make you worry-free throughout your life.
His expression reveals satisfaction unconsciously.
The smile on Su Xi'er's mouth deepened, and her eyes were full of smiles, "A Jing."
While speaking, he put his hand on his abdomen.
She continued: "We will no longer be two people, but a whole family."
As soon as the voice fell, Pei Qianhao's heart suddenly rose with warmth. In my whole life, as long as I have the company of you and my children, I will be content.
"Xi'er, you have worked hard." His expression was guilty, and his words were deeply grateful.
Pei Qianhao knew how many sins she had suffered in so many days, and how hard it was to take this child.