"Let's go! This young marshal still likes women more! I heard that women are made of water and men are made of mud. Therefore, women are fragrant and men are vulgar. Although Duanmu is a prince, he is only a man, not this young marshal. Like a girl."
Linghu Shuiyue was afraid that Duanmu would approach her, so he intentionally lifted Cen Wanzhen's chin and stamped it on her forehead, his eyes flashed, as romantic and suave as a playboy.
Cen Wanzhen's heart was greatly moved by this, and her face turned red.
Duanmu didn't comment, but he didn't approach him any more, he just laughed and said: "Young Marshal Linghu is right! This prince also likes women more. But... if a man looks like Young Marshal Linghu, this prince Some would like to know what kind of magnetic flavor Zhu Shuai's Wind of Broken Sleeve is."
"Hehe! Thanks for your kindness, thank you very much! Also, Zhu Shuai and this young commander are together more because of the convenience of discussing the military situation. It is not as dirty as you think!" Linghu Shuiyue walked out of the wing, and Duanmu was already outside the door A carriage was prepared for her.
Just as Linghu Shuiyue was about to get into the carriage, the carriage driver suddenly said respectfully, "Please!"
This voice! The coachman not only said "please", but also lifted his hat and glanced at Linghu Shuiyue! Then, he lowered his head.
Linghu Shuiyue was stunned for a moment, suddenly she was overjoyed by the surprise, and was in doubt! The look the coachman gave her! That look! those eyes! who is he? If he was Shuai Zhu, she wouldn't believe it even if she killed him! However, he glanced at her just now, that look was too familiar!
With such narrow and beautiful phoenix eyes, he is the only one in the world! That is Shuai Zhu!
However, after he glanced at it, he never dared to raise his head again! Linghu Shuiyue almost fell down in shock, both feet were limp! How dare he sneak in? If he is discovered, he will die without a place to bury him!
For fear of Duanmu's suspicion, she could only pretend to be a limp lazy concubine, unable to lift her hands, and clumsily climbed into the carriage.
Standing by the side, Duanmu suddenly reached out to support Linghu Shuiyue, and sent her to the carriage.
The coachman raised his head, narrowed his eyes and stared at Duanmu's hand holding Linghu Shuiyue up. He clenched his hands tightly, and then slowly relaxed.
Until Duanmu also jumped into the carriage, Duanmu shouted from inside the carriage: "Let's go!"
The coachman jumped onto the carriage girder in response, his action was too handsome! It was already evening, and he really didn't need to wear another hat, but not only did he wear a hat of a Vietnamese soldier, but he also pulled the hat extremely low.
The carriage set off, Linghu Shuiyue was sitting in the carriage, she seemed to be leaning softly on the carriage, but in reality her palms were sweating, and she was a little worried that Duanmu would discover that she had detoxified and recovered her inner strength too early.
At this moment, she was even more worried that Duanmu found out that Zhu Shuai was driving the car! How did he become a coachman? It's too risky! But she should have thought of it earlier, Sikong Yufei is here, why is it strange that Zhu Shuai is here
She was so excited that her palms were sweating, and her forehead was also slightly sweaty. I don't know what Zhu Shuai has arranged, but it's better than going to Changpingpo's Ten Mile Pavilion alone at noon tomorrow to replace her.
The carriage bumped and walked towards the campfire in the outskirts. Following the Duanmu carriage was a large group of fine cavalry, about fifty of them.