After talking about it, he showed some displeasure.
Several other people echoed: "Yes, we are not those embroidered pillows. General Xiong's worries seem a bit unnecessary. Come on, let's drink this bowl of tea with you."
Several people picked up their tea bowls and looked at each other.
Lieutenant General Xiong had no choice but to pick up the tea bowl in front of him and drink in with everyone.
Putting down the bowl, he sighed: "I'm not worried about the competition with the young master. Like you, I have confidence in our soldiers. The young master wants to fight with five hundred people, let alone her, even if he is an old general It’s difficult to do it in person.”
Several people nodded in agreement.
"Then what were you worried about just now?" one of them asked curiously.
Vice General Xiong glanced at them and said solemnly: "I'm worried about the old general."
"Why are you worried about my grandpa?" Suddenly, a cold and childish voice came from the door of the main tent. It was like the cold night wind drifting in, chilling the lieutenants inside.
"Little Sir! Why are you here?" Vice General Xiong stood up in shock.
The other lieutenants also stood up and looked at Mu Qingge who was standing at the door with his hands behind his back in shock.
The young lord came to the tent, but they didn't even notice? And, not only that, no one outside reported it.
Huh! wrong!
Several experienced lieutenants reacted immediately.
The surrounding area was too quiet, not even the footsteps of soldiers patrolling.
what happened? !
Several people's faces were full of shock and confusion, and they looked at Vice General Xiong and then at Mu Qingge.
Mu Qingge, dressed in black, stepped into the main tent. On the beautiful and delicate little face, the red lips were slightly pursed, and the eyes were as cold as ice, which made people shudder.
She walked directly behind Lieutenant General Xiong, stretched out her hand, pulled out the flag, and threw it towards Mo Yang, who followed him in. After the latter took it, he stood there, silent.
Several lieutenants looked at everything Mu Qingge did inexplicably. The confusion and shock in their hearts made no one of them take the initiative to speak.
Mu Qingge walked up to Vice General Xiong, looked directly at him with clear eyes, and asked, "How is my grandpa?"
"This..." Lieutenant General Xiong looked troubled and seemed inconvenient to speak.
"Say." Mu Qingge shouted coldly.
Lieutenant General Xiong's heart trembled. Facing this young lord, a dandy, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his scalp. It seemed that the person standing in front of him was not Mu Qingge, but Mu Xiong... No, the pressure was even greater than Mu Xiong's, almost making him breathless.
"The old general originally wanted to personally host the contest with the young master, but five days ago, he was recalled by the emperor's decree and has not returned yet." Under Mu Qingge's gaze, Vice General Xiong told everything he knew.
Mu Qingge narrowed her eyes, and she seemed to smell something unusual in it.
Grandpa will disappear without saying a word? What happened, he didn't have time to explain.
"Can we send someone to investigate?" Mu Qingge asked quietly.
However, her calmness made Vice Admiral Xiong who was closest to her feel the rage beneath the calmness.
Vice General Xiong said truthfully: "I sent him, but when he came back he said that the old general was not in the house, and neither was Miss Rong."
Mu Qingge's eyes turned colder.
Mu Mansion's intelligence system and the army operate independently. The person in charge of the intelligence is Mu Lianrong, but she is not here either? It doesn't make sense if something happens at the palace but the Mu Army's military camp remains calm.
Mu Qingge shook her head in disbelief, rejecting her inner speculation.
(End of chapter)