Ma'am, I'm afraid when you come [AA]

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Chapter 42: I help you comb your hair every day.

His Royal Highness King Ning was only dishonest, and the rest of the place was extremely gentlemanly, with one hand behind Xia Feng's neck, the other hand around his waist, and he didn't touch it indiscriminately.

Xia Feng's heart rippled slightly, and he was confused for a while, his fingers slid all the way along the straight back with clear bones, touched the thin waist, and as soon as his fingertips picked up, the already loose strap opened.

Xiao Mingchen stretched out his hand to block it, the two separated their lips and teeth, and he said softly: "A Feng, no."

Xia Feng almost choked on this sentence, so angry that he pushed the person away, and said with disgust: "Why can't it?"

This push did not contain the strength, Xiao Mingchen fell into the soft quilt pile, he smiled softly, got up unhurriedly and sat up straight, and said seriously: "If you tell you, you must not marry, men and women live in the room, and people are also great." (Note 1)

His Royal Highness King Ning's untimely gentleman's style is not a matter of a day or two, Xia Feng was completely discouraged by his Wen Zou Zou's answer, and helplessly asked: "You... Don't you have a girl in the palace?

"Except for a few grandmothers and chamberlains who have taken care of me since childhood, there are no other young palace people in Changqing Palace. Xiao Mingchen didn't know why, "The palace is full of eyeliner, and I never worry about letting outsiders get close."

"Forget it. Xia Feng gave him a blank look.

She just wasn't too happy, not angry. Since this time, Xia Feng has loved Xiao Mingchen's gentle and persistent nature, and he has loved this Xiaoxiao style that is strict with himself and is lenient and treats others.

Today, if Xiao Mingchen half-pushed and half-followed her, it would not be His Royal Highness King Ning that she knew.

Xiao Mingchen's intuition was very accurate, and Xia Guogong did not simply disagree with the private relationship between him and Xia Feng, but resolutely disagreed. Don't say it's a kiss, my husband has a headache when he thinks of the two secretly flirting and flirting.

Xia Yi, Xu Shi and others entered the northwest camp all the way from Shixia Pass, and Fan Pu saw the old Guogong who had been missing for a long time crawling out of the yellow sand alive, and he was so excited that he bowed to tears.

As soon as tears brewed out, and hearing Xia Guogong reveal his disapproval of Xia Feng's relationship with Xiao Mingchen, Fan Pu, who was fighting alone, burst into tears and finally found an alliance.

He pulled Xia Guogong, from head to toe, and secretly rubbed Xiao Mingchen with an eye drop.

Fan Gongchen is a person who has the talent of Anxia. Nowadays, full of talent is used to apply eye medicine, and it is called a symptomatic benchmark.

He knew that Xia Guogong's heart to protect the Qing Chamber was immortal, and he had high hopes for this hypocritical prince. A word does not say that Xiao Mingchen is not good, only the temperament of the two.

His Royal Highness King Ning is noble, rich in five cars, and only eight fights high. The future princess does not say that she is full of poetry, she must always add fragrance to her sleeves.

What about Xia Feng? It would be nice if she didn't command King Ning to grind ink.

When the great cause has been accomplished, His Royal Highness King Ning has ascended to the position of the Ninth Fifth Supreme, can he remember the kindness of the Xia family, will he be afraid of the military power in the northwest?

Will Xia Feng restrain his caution and keep his duty? No, she doesn't know what her duty is.

The position of the queen is honored in Yide Fan, and the mother is the world.

Xia Dashuai's eyes are higher than the top, and he can't wait to smash the rules and etiquette, she became the queen, wouldn't she be chaotic?

Van Pu gushed generously, spoke dryly, and turned his eyes.

Xia Yi drank the small wine slowly, and his frown relaxed. He sighed and said helplessly: "Gongchen, this is not important. My daughter I understand, the queen or the mountains, Feng'er can't look at it. "

Huh? Fan Pubai pulled a half-sound, almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood when he heard this, carefully observed Xia Guogong's face, and tentatively said, "Are you worried that the marshal is trapped by love, and I am afraid that it will be bad for the northwest?"

"No, it's neither. Xia Yi shook his head, his cold and sharp face was full of traces of wind and frost, and his sideburns were full of hair. He paused, showing a rare softness: "Feng'er's mother died early, and only left me such a daughter." Over the years, I had no children. Feng'er has a strong temperament, and she definitely can't stand the grievances of marrying as a wife, I'm actually..."
He glanced at Fan Pu, touched his beard slyly
, and said with a smile: "I plan to pick a solid and secure one from our northwest erlang and recruit a son-in-law for Feng'er." Yu Handan is good, the young man is young, and his strategy and martial arts are excellent. People are also honest and will not block Feng'er. Fan

Pu compared Yu Handan's dark and thick face with the handsome His Royal Highness King Ning in his mind, and his mouth that had always been bright could not find words for a while.

Although General Yu Han will not block the marshal with actual actions, just with a face, in front of Xia Feng, who loves to see the little white face, it is enough for her to block her heart to the point of collapse.

If Xia Guogong was determined to get Yu Han and Xia Feng together, this wicked red lady would definitely let him, the dog-headed military master, do it.

Fan Pu couldn't help but snort for a while, always feeling that the long sword in Xia Feng's hand was going to touch his neck in the next moment.

The down-to-earth son-in-law Yu Handan, who was remembered, was unaware and kept his eyes in front of the tent as a door god. The eagle flag flying and spreading its wings in front of the felt tent comes to life, glaring at General Yu Handan, who stands as a stone statue under the tent.

Yu Han wished that he didn't have this ear, and he still heard the quarrel in the tent clearly after five zhang away.

"A Feng, Ke Wolf Mountain is not too high, with their protection, there will be no problem. Xiao Mingchen tugged at Xia Feng's sleeves and fawned, "I'll help you braid your hair tomorrow."

Xia Feng sat in front of the copper mirror in a big red beard, his long hair was scattered, and he ignored him with a cold face.

On the way back, they passed by the Flying Eagle Department and came in and landed.

When the tribal chief saw Xiao Mingchen's face that resembled the saint's Huairu, he was very excited, and enthusiastically took out the collection of the portrait of the saintly girl to show it.

The steppe tribes painted figures with great merit for people to observe and admire at all times, in order to pray for blessings from the heavens.

The chief put three bowls of wine on his head, and listened to Xia Feng talk about the death of the saint, and cried for a while and called his mother.

Xiao Mingchen couldn't understand the Qiang language, originally sat honestly on the side and drank goat's milk, seeing that the old chief was affectionately out of control, I didn't know which tendon was wrong, grinding Xia Feng to go to the altar.

The two returned to the account and had a big quarrel, it can also be said that Xia Feng unilaterally quarreled, Xiao Mingchen only listened to the scolding and did not reply, carefully helped her unpack her cumbersome braids, but always insisted that she had seen and must go to the altar.

Xiao Mingchen bent down from behind and gently hugged Xia Feng, his shallow breath brushed in her ear, and whispered: "A Feng, when you return to Huaiyuan, I will help you comb your hair every day, okay?"

Xia Feng looked at the person behind him from the copper mirror, slender and straight, careful and gentle. This is the scene she has dreamed of since she was a girl, and her heart suddenly warmed and numb, and she deliberately disdained: "Will you?"

"It's true that women's hairstyles can't be combed, but don't you usually tie your hair?" Xiao Mingchen sat closely behind her in an hugging position, and smiled softly: "If you wear women's clothes, I will definitely learn it in advance."

"Do what you say, don't regret it." Xia Feng turned his head sideways and rubbed his cheeks with him, but the words he spoke were extremely ruthless: "Your Highness, it's useless to please me, if you can't go, you can't go." "

A Feng..." Xiao Mingchen said in a low voice, "Is it really impossible to discuss?

"Can't. Xia Feng kissed him lightly, "Who said that you want to be a personal soldier for me, the Northwest Military Order is prohibited, that's how you obey the order?" "

The marshal's personal soldiers pick one in a thousand miles, and I don't need a scholar with no chicken power, I can only barely be a small house, warm the mat and fan, this also has to obey the military order?" Xiao Mingchen said.

Xia Feng's intuition was that if he was grinded down like this, he would have to lose the city first,Pushing the person away, he said resolutely: "Your Highness, please go out, I'm sleepy." Seeing

Xiao Mingchen reluctantly come out of the tent, Xia Feng exhaled a long breath, fished out a strand of hair from behind him and sniffed hard, as if there was still a bitter smell remaining.

It was just that a small altar outside Zhizhi City hid countless poisonous snakes, and she had an intuition that there would be nothing good on the altar, and she resolutely refused to let Xiao Mingchen take risks.

Moreover, the highest peak of Ke Wolf Mountain is cold to cold, covered with snow all year round, and the climate change is unpredictable, and it is not a casual hill to climb, and others want to climb it.

Wang Mao has been in secret contact with Nai Man for many years, and has been communicating with foreign enemies. But no one still knows what he is plotting, and what secrets are there between the two.

Xia Feng had an intuition that Wang Mao's purpose must be closely related to the saint who died many years ago. That's why when he was in Shengjing, he would target Xiao Mingchen like that. And nine times out of ten, the secret of this holy girl is hidden on the altar.

Since it is an ulterior secret, once it is opened, it will definitely be stormy.

The Qiang army had withdrawn from the Daqing border before Xia Guogong returned to the camp and fled back to the desert.

After the fierce battle, the soldiers and civilians on the northern front cleaned up the mess, sent away the souls of the dead with a glass of residual wine, and the undead had to continue to live. For generations, they have rooted in the bitter cold land, multiplied and cultivated, and lived endlessly.

The guards of Shixia Pass looked at the boundless yellow sand as usual every day, and suddenly saw an army rolling in from a distance, and the border sentry did not have any vigilance, and they were overjoyed.

The young soldier held a clairvoyant and observed hard, and saw the handsome flag hunting in the wind with gold embroidered on a black background, and the summer character was faintly visible.

"The big handsome is back!

"The big marshal is back! The

gateway to the northwestern territory of Daqing slowly opened, and the soldiers warmly welcomed their commander back to the camp.

The cheers on the city wall shook the sky, and the city defender would burst into tears with excitement when he saw Xia Feng.

Xiao Mingchen rode behind Xia Feng, his face was calm, and there was an invisible chuckle at the corner of his lips.

He was not the first time to see Xia Feng leading the army, but he was always shocked by the military majesty, and the blood and sincerity of the Northwest Army hit the depths of Xiao Mingchen's soul every time, smashing the darkness hidden in his heart to pieces.

He grew up in cunning and cunning, and since he was a child, he was accustomed to deception and calculation, thinking that honesty was a rare treasure in the world.

When I arrived in the northwest, I found that life and death were trusted, honor and disgrace were shared, and this thing that only existed in the imagination was deliberately hidden in the heart of every soldier.

Holding a long bow, shooting a large eagle, the general is young and spirited.

The northwest is located on the very edge of Daqing, a bitter cold place that has always been disdained by aristocratic families, but everything here is full of life, everything is so tenacious and free.

As soon as Xia Feng entered the customs, he was surrounded by a group of reckless men asking questions and asking questions about the west, and he was annoyed. It's just that this group of people have serious military affairs, and she is not too perfunctory. In the middle of the moon, the last person was sent away, and he had to go out to find Xiao Mingchen.

That day, the Flying Eagle Department ruthlessly refused His Royal Highness King Ning's lustful temptation, and Xia Feng felt that it was a pity, if it were not for the physical safety of King Ning, she would have allowed to take advantage of it again.

Xiao Mingchen's door was closed, but the candle fire in the room was bright, and there was no one to keep vigil outside the door, only a guard stood in the distance.

Xia Feng slowed down and approached under the corridor. The voice of whispered conversation leaked out of the window, Xiao Mingchen was as plain as ever, making people unable to see and understand, but the other voice was a little annoyed and anxious.

She deliberately covered her breath and stopped outside the window, but after a while, she frowned.

Fan Pu raised his sleeve to wipe away the cold sweat on his forehead, picked up the teacup regardless of the image, and poured it in one gulp: "Your Highness, you can see clearly the form of the world today, Xiao Jing is just a dog who lost his family, and the horns of a snake cannot turn into a dragon." You have the orthodox blood of Keimuro, and it is meaningless to stay in the northwest.

"Whether it's the northwest or Shengjing, whether it makes sense or not is not to be judged by this." Xiao Mingchen held the stove to warm his hands, and did not mind what he said, "A Feng once said to King Ben, she felt that a person can live a lifetime, worthy of his heart, right and wrong, merit and disgrace are all things outside the body. When

Xia Feng heard this, he couldn't help but snicker, stretched out his ears, and continued to listen to the corner of the wall.

"Yan Lin and General Sun Xin cut off Beihe's supplies, Lu Nongzhuo took the opportunity to counterattack, Xiao Jing shrunk his head and moved the capital to Xijing, only to encounter the southern Xinjiang people who took the opportunity to go up, and now Jiangnan and Jiangbei are in chaos. "

Van Puhan's cheeky face has a sleekness that does not match his appearance, funny and harmonious. He carefully looked at the shocking face on the other side, and said respectfully: "Your Highness, Fan is not confused, if today's game is played, who is the person behind this chess player, see the score." I don't believe you stay in the northwest, I was moved by the true feelings of the handsome, just for the beauty.

Xiao Mingchen looked at him strangely, with a smile on the corner of his lips: "What if King Ben said yes?"
Fan Pu did not answer, stood up solemnly, and made a wave: "Your Highness, I don't hide it,
Fan came here today for this matter."

Xia Feng pricked up his ears, touched the sword in his hand, and secretly calculated that Fan Gongchen had worked hard for a few years with him, barely giving him some guilt, and when he turned back, he would report a beauty he was hiding outside to her daughter-in-law.

"Please also speak up. Xiao Mingchen did not dodge or dodge, and looked at the person in front of him with a smile.

He had known Fan Pu and knew that this person was Xia Feng's right hand, and he was very dependent on him, and he didn't want to fight with him. But Van Pu has targeted several times and has already violated his bottom line.

After the Shouzhou incident, he would not do anything to anyone around Xia Feng, but it did not mean that he could endure the malicious intentions of others.

"The elder marshal is nearly 10 years old, and the husband has repeatedly worried about his life's affairs, and has chosen a good son-in-law for his daughter, just waiting for the marshal to be leisure, he will start preparing for the marriage. Fan Pu wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, gritted his teeth and continued: "That day in the desert, my husband noticed that the friendship between you and the marshal was extraordinary, and he was very worried.

Xia Feng couldn't listen anymore, and pushed open the door: "What do you say my father chose?" Whoever he likes, I'll go and cut people! "