at this time.

At the entrance of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Sima Lan watched Xia Tian’s back, her beautiful eyes were full of reluctance and murmured: “Prince, the mountains are so dangerous, you must take care of yourself!”

"I am in Shenlong Valley and I will be optimistic about the royal family."

Behind her.

Sima Ge asked in confusion: "Miss, since the prince's layout has been completed, isn't it enough to just send General Zhao Zichang into the mountain?"

"Why do you have to risk going into the mountains yourself?"

Sima Lan's eyes flashed with wisdom: "Although the prince has already allowed the Grand Governor to enter the game, that person is a lunatic and cannot use common sense to speculate on his behavior."

"The prince said that the soldiers have no constant power and the water has no constant shape. He needs to be on-site command in this battle."

"There is another important thing... He wants to avenge General Bai himself!"

Sima Gobe bit his red lips a few times, and finally said: "Miss, that Bai Guan is a woman. He has a deep relationship with the prince and is always following the prince every day. Are you afraid that something will happen between them?"

The mountain wind suddenly blew Simalan's long hair.

However, Sima Lan immediately stretched out her jade hand, straightened out the scattered hair in her ears, and looked at the towering mountains with beautiful eyes: "He is a relative of the general manager."

"Master Bai also thinks he is a relative!"

"You don't have to worry!"

"I believe in the prince!"

Sima Ge bit his red lips again: "That night, the prince and Bai Feng met in the woods, and then Bai Feng obediently surrendered and returned to the city."

"She has been spreading news with the prince these days."

"Miss, I want a woman to be obedient, and there are many ways to do it, but the most direct thing is to get a woman's body."

"Originally, Bai Feng swears to kill the prince, but when she meets in a small wood, she changes her mind."

"Will something happen to them in that little wood?"

"So, Bai Feng willingly surrendered in a short period of time?"

"Puchi..."

Sima Lan looked angry and stretched out her jade finger and gently flicked it on Sima Ge's forehead: "The prince chose to meet Bai Feng in the grove, mainly to avoid people's eyes and ears."

"The prince is as wise as the sea. If he conquers Bai Feng, he will not use the handsome trick!"

"You should be able to think of all these!"

Having said that.

Sima Lan's eyes were full of questions: "Xiao Ge, what exactly do you want to say?"

"Miss......"

Sima Ge said a little mistress and shouted: "I just got the information. The prince sent someone to hold a poetry meeting in Mengjiazhuang and wrote a love poem specifically for Du Yue'er, one of the top ten beauties in the world. I was so angry!"

"oh?"

Sima Lan was full of curiosity: "What poem?"

Sima Ge said with an angry look: "There are beautiful women in the south, who are peerless and independent."

"One look at the city, another look at the country."

"I would rather not know how to be beautiful or the country?"

"It's hard to get a beautiful woman!"

"Miss, the prince is by your side, but he wrote for Du Yue'er. You said, is the prince eating in the pot and looking at the bowl?"

"His he changed his mind?"

Sima Lan: "..."

Sima Ge became more and more angry as he spoke: "Now, everyone in the world is rumored that the prince has been infatuated with Du Yue'er for a long time, and he was originally unrequited love."

"But now that the war in the desert is approaching, the prince knows that his destiny is not long, so he asked the Six Generals of Zang to convey his love for Du Yue'er before his death."

"Now, everyone in the world says that the prince is a lover!"

"But, he is not a love-infatuated lady!"

"He is the infatuated vixen Du Yue'er!"

"I'm so angry that Xiao Ge!"

At this time.

Sima Lan smiled sweetly, so beautiful that the thousands of mountains and flowers around her were bleak: "Xiao Ge doesn't have to be angry."

"The original sentence of that poem is that there is a beautiful woman in the north. When the prince wrote the book "Three Hundred Poems of the Prince", I was next to him."

Sima Lan recalled the situation at that time, and there was a little starlight and tenderness in her beautiful eyes: "At that time, when the prince wrote this poem, although he did not say it was written for me, he looked at me deeply."

"He only has me in his eyes!"

"That poem was written for me."

"You, stop thinking about it!"

Sima Ge was stunned: "Are you sure that the poem was written for the lady?"

Sima Lan nodded with certainty: "Of course!"

"As for why that poem became a beautiful woman in the south? I think it's a task required!"

"And it's very likely that Xiao Liu had something wrong when he was performing his mission, and someone misinterpreted the prince's intentions."

"That's why it was rumored that the prince had a deep affection for Du Yue'er!"

"Don't mind!"

"The same thing, believe in the prince!"

Although Sima Lan did not attend the poetry meeting, she guessed the whole story.

The matter of giving poems was originally just for the purpose of separation.

However, after Tang Qingzhu's "forced" explanation, the love story that the King of Huangzhou and Jiangnan beauty Du Yueer had to tell was born!

The novelist's mouth can deceive people and ghosts.

Even if there is no love, it will become affectionate when passing by their mouths.

In seven days, Qingzhou was already centered on it, and it spread farther and farther.

In this era of lack of entertainment, a beautiful poem that can be famous throughout the ages has fascinated countless women.

Novelists from all over the world have already said the story more exaggerated and more exciting.

Children have already circulated nursery rhymes: There is a king of the deserted state who is determined to guard the people and kill the Tianlang, but he is attached to the south, and writes about the beauty that has been passed down through the ages. There is a beautiful woman in the south, who is peerless and independent, and never gives up until death.

For a moment, in the Jiuzhou of Daxia, countless women looked west and murmured: "If a slave could meet such a man before he married, he would have no regrets even if he died!"

In the deep boudoirs of the great Xia family, countless young girls in their prime opened their red lips and whispered this beautiful poem.

Southern Girls: There are beautiful women in the south.

The northern girl is replaced by: There are beautiful women in the north.

Western girls become: there are beautiful women in the West.

The Oriental Girl also changed the beginning: "There is a beautiful woman in the East, who is peerless and independent. She is so beautiful that she can be so beautiful that she can be so beautiful that she can be so beautiful that she can be so beautiful that she can be so beautiful that she can be so beautiful that she can be so beautiful that she can be so beautiful that she can be so beautiful that she can be so beautiful again!"

As I recited this poem over and over again, the girl's heart danced with the poem.

This poem touches the hearts of countless women.

It seems that it was written by the King of Huangzhou for them.

Their eyes seemed to penetrate the void and saw a handsome young man wearing a royal robe on the deserted land. He was concerned about her while fighting with the werewolves.

Although the handsome young man is brave, he is outnumbered.

suddenly.

"puff......"

The evil scimitar of the werewolf penetrated the handsome young man's chest.

Blood spurted out.

The handsome young man had blood on his lips and smiled desolately: "Girl, I'm leaving!"

"You have to be fine!"

He plucked up his last strength and roared: "Grape wine, luminous cup, and the pipa is about to drink, don't laugh at me when you lie drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from the battles in ancient times?"

"Kill Tianlang and die without regrets!"

For a moment.
To be continued...