Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Seeing this scene, the man laughed even more.

After thinking about it for a while, he sighed with a pretense of melancholy, shook his head and said, "Oh, it seems that I really have to go and tell the sage, and let him let me go to the northern border with you."

As he said that, he glanced at her slightly, and the corners of his lips curved deeply, "Don't fight, someone is already worried that I'm looking for another girl, and he's dead of depression."

"..."

Hearing this, Xiang Xing's cheeks were even more embarrassed, and he couldn't help muttering angrily, "I-I'm not that hypocritical!!"

"In front of me, you can be hypocritical."

Feng Lan smiled meaningfully.

Then, without waiting for the little guy to react, he quickly leaned over, picked her up, and walked towards the inner hall, "Since the lady has such concerns, then the husband can only set an example to reassure you. already."

Xiang Xing's soft eyes glared fiercely: "...Why are you a husband and wife, I haven't married you yet..."

"I'll get married soon."

"..."

...

In the early morning of the next day, the general Xiaoqi led the army of Wanyuan Zhenguo and marched to the northern border.

Ten days later, the report of the battle returned to the imperial capital, and Xuanyuan and Beihu officially fought.

In the past few days, the surface of the DPRK and the central government have continued to function as usual, but the interior has been turbulent.

The older generation of ministers were full of worries and unease.

The strength of the Northern Hu Barbarian Army, they had already tasted it as early as when the late emperor was in power.

Even the generals of the older generation were unable to defeat the Beihu people, who had to send out several cities for compensation. Can a young and hairy guy like General Xiang really win by surprise?

Even if General Xiang has never been defeated, even the sage who trusts her the most has never made a single ticket for her, but because of the return battle reports that gradually no longer seem like good news, they become more and more serious every day.

This made ministers even more anxious.

Chaozhong's voices of panic and dissatisfaction gradually increased, and Captain Ouyang saw it in his eyes and was happy in his heart.

At this time, he fully understood that the little emperor had set up so many fascination formations before, and he just wanted to snatch back those cities that were ceded away.

It's a pity that he seems to think too highly of that little general's strength.

Even Feng Lan, who was staying by his side, quietly went to the northern border. It seemed that this group of people had already panicked.

Then, it's time for his Captain Ouyang to take action!

A few days later, the panic-stricken ministers in the DPRK suddenly calmed down again.

But it seemed too calm. Gradually, the ministers didn't even go to court in the morning for no reason. They found all kinds of excuses and squatted in the mansion, as if they were waiting for something.

Until one day, Situ Ling went to the court as usual, but the courtroom was empty, only he and the imperial chief were left.

"This... Your Majesty, this..."

Looking at the deadly silent court, the headmaster in front of the palace couldn't help but look at his saint.

However, he saw that his sage was still calm and calm, he just sat on his dragon chair silently, played with his jade wrench as usual, and quietly stared at the open temple door.

Until the sky outside the hall was getting brighter, there were finally a few figures in front of the hall.

The head of the royal front lit up, and couldn't help but say with joy, "Your Majesty, it seems that a minister has come to the court!"

It's a pity that his voice just fell, but he saw a group of soldiers in armor and helmets rushing in. After occupying various advantageous positions, they pointed their spears and blades at themselves and the saint!

Seeing this scene, the imperial chief was shocked, "What are you doing?!"