Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Chapter 1639: He is playing the next game of chess cal

Several lieutenants glanced at each other, and Sergeant Luo frowned bitterly.

Over the past few days, everyone has experienced Yongye Hou's methods and skills.

All unfavorable battles can always be easily disintegrated.

Just like a calm enough wolf, standing on the commanding heights, watching all the changes in the situation.

Then devise the most beneficial countermeasures.

All the way from Yundiaoguan, he has handled thirty-two battles.

There were at least forty generals who came out to meet the enemy.

But no one could defeat him.

Whether fighting alone or in a group siege.

In the battle, Yongye Hou is one in a thousand.

In privately leading soldiers, he usually speaks less harshly, but never treats soldiers harshly.

The military regulations are strict, but they will also be flexible according to human feelings.

Most of the Hukui Army and the Langxu Army were full of reverence for the Marquis of Yongye.

Yong Ye Hou is trustworthy and to follow.

Several lieutenants stood up one after another, knelt down and cupped their hands, and their voices were loud—

"I am willing to follow the Hou Ye, fight with all my heart, and kill 100,000 enemies!"

Ye Siming looked at Master Luo and waited for his answer.

At this moment, Master Luo suddenly understood.

The Marquis of Yongye, from the very beginning, led his troops on the expedition, and was already in the next big game called the world!

It turned out that before they knew it, they were already pawns on the board!

at this point.

After Luo Junshi wanted to understand, he bowed and bowed: "I am humble, obey the orders of the Marquis in everything, and never say anything!"

Ye Siming raised his head slightly, his long eyes showing unruly.

The bright lights on the side cover his lazy posture, which is half-reclining the back of the chair, as if it were in full bloom.

It seems that you only need to take it at your fingertips, and the world is at your fingertips.

This time, he wants to give Gu Nuo'er a consummation.

...

In the capital, thousands of miles away, the cold wind is flickering.

Gu Ziliang sent Ling Qingge back to the vicinity of the private house.

Ling Qingge's eyes were bright, and she asked with a pink face: "I have learned a few dishes from Ruoyun before, and I have always wanted to ask you to help me taste it."

"If you have time next time, I invite you to come to the mansion for a gathering, would you say okay?"

Gu Zili's blue eyes were deep.

He smiled gently: "Is it wrong?"

"No!" Ling Qingge immediately said, "I have already told my brother, and he agrees."

Seeing that she was full of enthusiasm and not wanting to disappoint, Gu Ziji nodded in agreement.

Only then did Ling Qingge say goodbye and lead Jin Nu into the alley.

Looking at the female slave who was following her closely, there was a trace of thought in the eyes of the tenth prince.

This female slave followed Ling Qingge step by step.

She also hardly speaks, and the silence will make people feel that this person is like air.

Gu Zilian understands that Prince Lingzhou, as an older brother, wants to protect his younger sister's heart.

So, don't care about Jinnu's eyeliner.

In the alley, Ling Qingge suddenly turned around and held Jin Nu's hand.

Jin Nu was startled and wanted to retreat directly.

"Don't move, don't move!" Ling Qingge rubbed a little ointment in her hand on Jinnu's swollen and cracked fingers.

"Look, your frostbite is so bad. If you don't apply medicine, you will still have scars on your hands next spring."

Jin Nu looked at Ling Qingge's movements and was stunned for a while.

She saw that Gu Ziliang gave Ling Qingge a bottle of medicine today, but she didn't know that it was the fourth princess who asked for it for her?

After Ling Qingge finished painting, she put the medicine bottle in Jinnu's palm.

"Hey, you have to remember to apply it yourself in the future. Three times a day, this is what Langsheng asked for his third brother. I heard that the effect is very good."

"I have a maid named Liu Liu. She is the same age as you. She likes to suffer from frostbite in winter. I can't bear to have her cold every time. When I see you, I think of her."

Thinking of this, Ling Qingge sighed.

I don't know if Liu Liu was scared to cry when she found out that she had run away.

Jin Nu watched Ling Qingge go forward in her own thoughts, and she followed silently.

Holding the bottle tightly in his hand, he said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Even if Ling Qingge didn't hear it.