After the carriage left, the crowd talked again: "Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

"It's getting more and more fierce, and I don't see who wants to marry her in the entire Yangcheng!"

"I've become an old girl, how can I not be fierce!"

"Hahaha, I guess it's probably because she's so fierce that she can't get married..."

The Ninth Princess arrived at the military camp, turned over and dismounted, and walked towards Lu Luo's house.

Qin Mo immediately learned that Xiaojiu was coming, and he felt a little nervous. He glanced at Qin Dong beside him and raised his eyes: "Do I look so good at it?"

Qin Dong's powerful body shook: What does it mean?

Isn’t you interested in me anymore? I’m secretly sending you a secret message to me!

Under someone's high pressure, after a while, his face turned into a pig's liver color, and he put two words in his mouth: "It's okay."

Qin Mo was dissatisfied and looked at the clothes on his body, feeling a little uncomfortable: every time he wore blue clothes, either black or purple, and his official uniform was also blue and blue, without any novelty...

Or he would try the white one too? It still looks refreshing in this summer.

When he thought of Gong Yingxue, he liked to wear white. Isn’t he following the trend when he wore another white? Didn’t he think of Xiaojiu again?

Qin Mo vetoed himself: No, no! Qin Mo can only be Qin Mo, and Xiaojiu can only think about him.

"What color of clothes is Xiaojiu wearing?"

Qin Dong thought of the red figure and blurted out: "Red."

Red? Qin Mo walked around the house twice. He paused with a fan's hand, knocked on the table, and said to Qin Dong: "Go and bring my red clothes." He vaguely remembered that he had this color. He used to be too charming, but now, hehe, if he was wearing it for Xiaojiu, he wouldn't care...

"Ah?" Qin Dong was a little unconscious.

Qin Mo kicked him, "Red, flowing clothes, go and bring them to your master!"

Qin Dong was in vague, but the wind was coming from his feet, so he quickly flew out: My mother, what wind was going on.

You still have to care about your clothes and wear red?! You still wear red like a princess!

As a happy day today!

Don’t care about military information? Don’t care about Qian Cao and the soldiers? Don’t care about when to attack Zhang Ying?

Here the ninth princess pushed open the door of Lu Luo's house, and the heat brought from outside suddenly dissipated.

Lu Luo raised his eyes from the table, put down the chess piece in his hand, and brushed his wide sleeves across the chessboard. The chessboard became messy in an instant. He saw the visitor and said with a smile: "Is there something wrong with Mr. Dingcheng?"

The Ninth Princess frowned, Feng Danyun sat down lightly, and smiled slightly: "Is Mr. Luo a person who believes in his words?"

"Oh? Why did the young master Dingcheng ask this question?"

"The young master said in front of Lord Qin that he wanted to submit to my name and form the Dingcheng Army." The ninth princess saw his gentle chin line and then spoke, "But I waited for Mr. Luo in the post station for a day and a night, and Mr. Luo did not give me any tokens. I just came in. Mr. Luo not only did not give me the courtesy of the deputy general who met the chief general, but also turned a blind eye to me. I guess what the young master said yesterday was just an excuse and a shield. I wonder if Mr. Luo had this kind of thought?"

After hearing this, Lu Luo smiled indifferently, poured a cup of tea and handed it to the ninth princess: "Young Master, do you have any plans for the money and grain for the soldiers?"

The Ninth Princess brought the teacup and pursed her lips and smiled. The smile was as bright as peach blossoms and bright as it was, and Lu Luo was stunned unconsciously.

Qin Mo walked to the door and heard this sentence. The dumb look of Lu Luo fell into his eyes, which was even more dazzling. Qin Mo suddenly tightened his hands.

"Young Master Luo is indeed bullying me for a young and a woman. Now Mr. Luo actually asks me for food and grass? What kind of Dingcheng Army is this? I don't know who said he wanted to be invested in my name yesterday. Since that's the case, Mr. Luo should stay here and discuss with Lord Qin. I guess Lord Qin has enough food and grass."

Lu Luo shook his head and laughed: He was quite arrogant! He gave all the soldiers. Shouldn't he ask her about his arrangements and ways out for these soldiers in the future?

Did she hear what he said yesterday?

After saying that, the Ninth Princess stood up and made a beautiful curve in the air in red.

The bright eyes and Qin Mo's smiling eyes collided. Qin Mo walked in and his eyes were smiling into a crack: "Xiao Jiu, I never thought we had a good relationship, and today we were wearing red."

The Ninth Princess looked him up and down: This person—

How to say, this outfit is very suitable for him, with a red base, which perfectly outlines his figure. The neckline and cuffs are lace with complex patterns, adding a touch of nobleness to him.

If blue and blue make him look elegant and elegant, black makes him full of evil, purple makes him look noble and dispersible, then this red makes him look charming and stunning...

But why did he make trouble? Wear the same color as her! It did on purpose!

Qin Mo walked over, hooked his long arms and hugged the Ninth Princess in her arms.

The little girl came over from the inn. Why did she still smell so good in such hot weather?

Qin Mo took a deep breath and looked at Princess Ninth with a bright smile.

The Ninth Princess was so angry that she hadn't settled the score with him yet. He was so nice. Just like a person who was fine, the embarrassment he had just seen him turned into a raging anger by his actions. This anger was like a prairie fire.

Qin Mo suddenly realized that he looked away, and suddenly looked at Lu Luo a lot, and said, "Since Mr. Luo has to surrender to the name of Mr. Dingcheng, since that's the case, I, Qin Mo, should solve these military needs for Xiaojiu." He thought about it all night yesterday, and what he gave to Xiaojiu was just for himself. Xiaojiu did not have silver coins. Lu Luo's abacus was very good, but it was not that he couldn't escape his palm.

He was given a free position as a deputy general under his command, and he was a descendant of the Lu family, so he would not lose his fault!

When Lu Luo heard this, he didn't make a sound, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: This "Young Master Dingcheng" is not something that Qin Mo can suppress!

He wants to see which of these two people is better today.

"I won't have to cousin uncle. I will raise my soldiers myself and take care of them. Since Master Luo believes in me, how can I let Master Luo down?" After saying that, he turned around half a circle and left the range that Qin Mo could hook.

Qin Mo raised his eyes slightly and spoke with interest: "Oh? How to raise Xiaojiu?"

The Ninth Princess was dissatisfied: "When the Saint Ancestor Emperor conquered the world and ascended the throne as the emperor, he praised himself, 'I raised a million soldiers, and it doesn't cost a grain of rice for the people'. I am a descendant of the Saint Ancestor Emperor. The blood flows in the blood of the Saint Ancestor Emperor, and I will never be very bad. I will think of a solution, and I have heard of it in Dingcheng. In ancient times, marching and fighting were done before the troops were moved. Prince Luo brought tens of thousands of soldiers to Yangcheng, so how could his soldiers be hungry?"

As he said that, he looked at Lu Luo's beautifully curved jaw angle and smiled: "Young Master Luo is the head coach, how could he let his soldiers be hungry?"

Lu Luo smiled: The emotional problems were left to him again.

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Guess which emperor said, "I raise a million soldiers, and it doesn't cost the people a grain of rice."
Chapter completed!