Male God, a Little Su

Even if he lost the ability to walk due to an accident, he never showed such a bewildered expression.

"Your Highness?"

Xun Jiu couldn't bear it, pursed her lips, and called out softly.

"Um?"

Yan Fengmian suddenly came back to his senses, his dark pupils turned in the night, but he couldn't sleep again.

He shook his head slightly, and sat up with his hands on the bed.

Xun Jiu stood quietly and persuaded: "Your Highness, General Su is highly skilled in martial arts. Looking at the whole Daliao, no one is her opponent. The best thing you should do is to take care of your body, otherwise, wait for General Su. When I come back to see you, I must be distressed."

Will she be distressed?

Yes.

Yan Fengmian burst into laughter, and Qing Lian's laughter slowly overflowed in the cold night.

Every time she wrote a letter, she would take the trouble to ask.

Xun Jiu was relieved to see Yan Fengmian smiling.

What he was most afraid of was that Yan Fengmian would go to the top of his head. In the past countless nights, every time he was awakened by a nightmare, he would sit all night and never fall asleep again.

Just at this moment, a low and respectful voice rang out from the door.

"Master, General Su has a letter."

I don't know when, this has become the rule of the Second Prince's Mansion. No matter how late it is, whenever there is a letter from Su Ro, it will be delivered to Yan Fengmian as soon as possible.

Sure enough, when Xun Jiu saw his master's lost eyes instantly became extremely bright, the whole person became alive.

"Bring the letter here!"

He hurriedly lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed.

Xun Jiu stopped him, hurried out the door to deliver the letter to Yan Fengmian, and silently lit a lamp beside the bed.

The warm yellow light diffused in the night.

Gradually reflect the gentle light.

"You go out first."

Yan Fengmian held the letter, her long and sparse eyelashes drooping.

Xun Jiu sighed secretly and bowed back.

He also didn't know whether His Highness fell in love with a woman like Su Yan, whether it was fate or robbery.

But after thinking about it, that powerful woman who doesn't care about anyone is extremely gentle to His Highness.

Is this not a kind of happiness?

At least, His Highness's feelings have been responded. And it is a hundred times stronger than his.

With the help of candlelight, Yan Fengmian quickly opened the letter.

As the candles flickered, there was only one line of words on it.

【Is it snowing in the capital? I miss you--】

At that moment, everything was silent.

Yan Fengmian's mind was blank, only the broken heart in his chest was beating fast.

"Xun Jiu! Prepare the car—"

...

Three days later, before the battle.

Tuoba Zhuo's gloomy sight, passing through thousands of troops, landed on Su Yan's body accurately.

He grinned silently, the tip of his scarlet tongue brushing the corner of his lips.

His eyes are full of cruel killing intent!

"kill!"

Su Yan threw a smile at Tuoba Zhuo from a distance, opened her red lips lightly, and spat out a word.

Take the lead and go straight to Tuoba Zhuo.

The two seem to have made an appointment, only look for each other, and move with killing intent!

Zhong Xiaowu looked back, looked at Tuoba Zhuo and Su Yan who had already strayed from the battlefield, and squinted.

Seeing that the soldiers of Daliao were defeated by them, they retreated while fighting.

He hooked his lips.

At this moment, Meng Tian shouted, "They attacked!"

I saw that from behind them, countless dust suddenly splashed, and tens of thousands of iron cavalry, wrapped in iron armor, were attacking the Su family army!

Zhong Xiaowu frowned, but there was not much panic in his eyes.

He held the banner high, "Retreat!"

The soldiers who were advancing at a slow speed, instead of retreating, pressed towards the soldiers of Daliao at a very fast speed.

Among these soldiers, dozens of people suddenly left the battlefield quickly, got on their horses, followed Zhong Xiaowu, and rushed towards the tens of thousands of iron cavalry.