Chapter 2850： The tired and tired little general of the tired general (112)

Chapter 2850: Tired Of The Beautiful General Of The Tired Female General (112)

Fang Zi gave her.

She gave him.

Even if she lost Jiang Shan, she would accompany him.

At this moment, Yuan Zhen thought of the weight of the country.

He wanted the true strength of this position from an early age.

This is his wish ...

Bai Weiwei looked down and sighed, "If I don't want to, when I didn't say ..."

Yuan Zhen suddenly moved almost forward, his fingers shaking with excitement.

"I'll give you a recipe, I let Lu Xinglan win."

He said suddenly.

Bai Weiwei turned to look at him, silent.

But he saw Yuan Zhe saying, "Jiangshan to Lu Xinglan, you have to accompany me."

The girl paused, raised her hand and touched his slightly red face, and her soft fingertips were like butterflies and flowers.

She responded softly, "Yeah."

Inside Lu Xinglan's army.

The plague prevailed, and fallen soldiers were everywhere.

But Lu Xinglan and all the generals did not feel anxious.

More like a show.

This show attracted all the troops of Yuan Zhen.

It will soon enter the trap set by Lu Xinglan.

After this battle, Lu Xinglan can step into the capital and no one can stop it.

If it was not for the capital to lose all its garrison.

Instead, they siege directly.

Crudely stepped into the capital with real power.

Lu Xinglan doesn't need to arrange so much.

But too rough a method, many people die.

It's always good to die less.

Lu Xinglan thought about the position the woman wanted.

He had thought about his hard work for decades to come.

Because being a good emperor is not easy.

There are too many dead people, and he has to clean up the scene after taking office.

If she didn't want that wealth of wealth, it wouldn't matter if he was rough now.

Because it was a mess, it was someone else who cleaned it up.

Lu Xinglan put the sharpened sword on the table, and the arrows were all arrows.

Longbow also changed for better strings.

Everything was like when he was going to the frontier for the last time, facing the northern army.

The only thing that changed.

The person beside him was gone.

Lu Xinglan sat at the desk and looked at the paper on the table.

Not a map.

It was her portrait.

It was his dreams at midnight, his thoughts crushed him, and his hatred and love drew.

Every picture, whether he hated or loved it.

They are all beautiful.

She is beautiful, but better than beautiful.

Lu Xinglan stretched out her face and gathered up expressionlessly. In the painting, she smiled brightly, looking back at Mei Sheng, and Fan Dai Yanyan.

When your fingertips touch the paper that has no temperature.

Lu Xinglan suddenly woke up, he heard her talking about that position, not when he fell in love with Yuan Zhen.

I don't hate it.

It's a relief.

She loves dead things, is rich, and is better than loving someone.

He didn't even have a trace, she loved the feeling of vanity and disgust.

She even felt that what she wanted was for her.

Lu Xinglan stunned for a long time before releasing a smile.

As long as you don't like others.

[Ding, the male lead is ninety-seven. 】

Xin Wu came in and saw Lu Xinglan smirking.

he:"……"

Cat disease.

I'm going to kill, I'm grief, I'm going to give up, and I'm talking to myself.

Upgrade now, and you will smirk.

Of course, as a professional facial paralysis, no, a professional confidant will not show half dislike.

Xin Wu threw something on the table, his face afraid of being stupid.

"Here, someone brought it to you."

Lu Xinglan's action of clearing the drawing paper was just to ask who.

Xin Wu: "Mrs. gave it."

(End of this chapter)