"Holy shit!"

The next day, when Feng Jiuqing saw Nangong Ling preparing a car for her, she was so angry that she cursed.

It happened that Nangong Ling and a group of generals were passing by Feng Jiuqing on horseback. After only walking a few steps, Nangong Ling lightly reined in the reins. When the horse stopped, he looked at Feng Jiuqing indifferently and vomited something that made Feng Jiuqing vomit blood.

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"A prison car is also a car!"

It seemed that because of Feng Jiuqing's fishing methods, everyone had a good meal, and it seemed that because of Feng Jiuqing's protection of Xiao Huzi, everyone's attitude towards Feng Jiuqing changed slightly. Looking at Feng Jiuqing's eyes, although

There was still resentment in his eyes, but he was no longer so repulsive.

Today, Nangong Ling is not wearing a robe, but is wearing a black armor and a black cloak behind her. She looks majestic and very eye-catching.

Feng Jiuqing looked at the retreating figure, took a deep breath, resisted the urge to kick Nangong Ling off the horse, and looked at the "car" in front of her.

Two horses are tied to the shaft, and behind them is a square cage.

Feng Jiuqing put on Nangong Ling's cloak and stood there, mentally building herself up for a long time before climbing up. She felt that compared to the soldiers walking behind, it was better to be beaten by Nangong Ling, a dog.

The man was dragging behind the horse, so this was a car after all.

She was given a car and assigned a driver to drive the car, which could be regarded as taking care of her.

Nangong Ling's cloak was big enough to cover her from head to toe. Feng Jiuqing was sitting in the prison car wrapped in her cloak. Although the cold wind was still blowing, she didn't feel the cold. She looked at the people in the distance.

Towering high mountains, I yawned and fell asleep comfortably.

In the afternoon, everyone took a rest in a jungle.

Nangong Ling involuntarily raised her feet and walked towards the prison car behind her. Based on his understanding of Feng Jiuqing, letting her sit in the prison car was a great insult, but she didn't make a fuss.

"Your Majesty!"

Several soldiers were squatting not far from the prison car and eating dry food. When they saw Nangong Ling, they all stood up and said hello.

Nangong Ling nodded lightly and looked at the prison car.

I saw a small prison car, and it was dark inside. It was not until Nangong Ling came closer that I saw Feng Jiuqing wrapped in his cloak, lying curled up in the prison car. The cloak was so big that it almost covered her head.

It's wrapped up to the feet. If you don't look carefully, it's hard to find that there's a person hidden inside.

Nangong Ling frowned slightly, opened the door, and stretched out his hand to lift his cloak.

The first thing that caught my eye was a face that was so exquisite that it was breathtaking. The girl squinted her eyes, slept soundly, and was breathing lightly. Her cheeks were slightly crimson because they were covered under the cloak.

"Don't make trouble, dear!"

The cold wind made her cheeks hurt. Feng Jiuqing thought it was her comrade, so she muttered casually, closed her eyes, took the cloak from Nangong Ling's hand, wrapped it around herself, then turned over and continued to sleep.

Sir?

Nangong Ling's face suddenly turned cold. Feng Jiuqing had been married to him for two years. Although the two of them had not consummated their marriage, they were still called husband and wife. She usually looked gentle and virtuous, and she always treated him with respect and treated him as "Prince."

It's commensurate. When has there ever been such an intimate title as "Qing"?

But ever since her martial arts skills were disabled by him and she woke up, she has become different.

If she wanted to, she could say "Your Majesty" in a perfunctory way. If she was angered, she could just call him "Nangong Ling", which was not a taboo at all.

So whether it was before or now, the "Qing" in her mouth was definitely not him.

"boom!"

Nangong Ling slammed the door of the prison car shut and walked away with a cold face.

The prison car shuddered, and Feng Jiuqing was awakened by the shock. She lay in the prison car, stretched out gracefully with her eyes closed, sat up, opened her eyes, and looked at the scene in front of her, feeling a little confused for a moment.

I was stunned for a while as to where I was, and then I realized what I was doing!

"earthquake?"

Feng Jiuqing looked at the soldiers not far away and asked.

Several soldiers looked at each other and said nothing.

After a while, the army set off again. Feng Jiuqing was in good spirits because of her sleep. She sat in the prison car wrapped in a cloak and looked around.

Because it has snowed, the surroundings are covered with snow, and everything is dressed in white. It is so beautiful. You can still hear a few faint calls of birds in the forest, and a few eagles are soaring in the sky. The mountains in the distance are covered in heavy fog.

Under the shroud, it feels like a fairyland.

Feng Jiuqing looked at it and suddenly felt a little bored, so she spoke to the soldiers who were closest to her.

"Tell you a joke!"

"One day, Lao Wang went to buy vegetables. When he came to the vegetable shop, he looked at a push of hairy potatoes and said, shopkeeper, your potatoes are already hairy, and they are still sold at such a high price. The shopkeeper came out and said: You study.

If you get less, don't talk nonsense, this is called kiwi fruit."

Everyone who didn't know what kiwi fruit was looked confused.

No one laughed. Feng Jiu was surprised that he had made himself laugh!

The girl's joyful laughter echoed in the mountains, making the cold winter month feel a little more alive for a moment, causing the general on horseback in front of him to look back frequently.

In the next few days, Feng Jiuqing did not tell jokes, but talked about the Three Kingdoms. After talking about the Three Kingdoms, she talked about Water Margin, after talking about Water Margin, she talked about Journey to the West, and after talking about Journey to the West, she talked about Red Mansions. She was very happy and everyone listened with gusto.

, sometimes when it’s dark and we’re stationed there, everyone still has some unfinished ideas.

Although Feng Jiuqing was still in the prison car, her treatment was much better.

Regardless of whether it is a camp or a prison van, someone will always secretly bring dry crackers, spirits, water bags, and barbecue, and leave notes along the way.

The last time the princess talked about Guan Yu riding a thousand miles alone, she only talked about half of it. Can you finish it tomorrow?

The princess mentioned before that Monk Hua uprooted a weeping willow tree and Lin Chong was framed and broke into the White Tiger Festival Hall with a knife. Is his life in danger?

The princess said before that when Sun Wukong was learning martial arts, he once told his master Bodhi that there were no six ears here, only one disciple. So where did the six-eared macaque come from?

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Feng Jiuqing would not refuse any note sent to her. The next day, she would tell the story on the note first, and then tell the new content after finishing it.

Feng Jiuqing had never asked about Xiao Huzi, nor had she ever taken a look. It was enough for her to know that he was still alive. Before she was able to protect herself, she could not have any weaknesses. She wanted a car and a cloak.

Move Nangong Ling's eyes away from Xiao Huzi.

On this day, when it was dark, Nangong Ling ordered to station in the forest.

Feng Jiuqing got off the prison car and walked to the camp in the distance. In the past few days, she rarely walked. Even if she walked, she relied on crutches. The wounds on her ankles and wrists had healed and scabbed.

As soon as he reached the entrance of the camp, a soldier not far from Feng Jiuqing suddenly vomited. Feng Jiuqing glanced at him without paying attention and walked into the camp.

The originally empty camp now had a bed and a heater. Feng Jiuqing lay on the bed, reached under the bed, and took out a wine bag with a note tied to a piece of hay.

After looking at the note, Feng Jiuqing opened the wine bag and took a sip.

That night, Feng Jiuqing slept very deeply because of drinking, and faintly heard noises coming from outside the tent.

She had just woken up when a group of people suddenly walked in from outside the tent, holding high torches and angry voices that sounded coldly in the tent.

"Princess, the prince invites you to come!"
Chapter completed!