In the early morning, outside the tent, the sun rises.

"Tang, is this outfit suitable?" Joshia turned around, and the hem of the skirt was like flowers and leaves blooming.

Tang En touched his nose, with no trace of retracting his gaze that fell on the other party's thin waist, and said in the most affirmative tone: "Absolutely suitable!"

Tang En didn't know if there was a myth of clay shaping people in another world. If so, Joshia would definitely have put some effort into the Creator's thoughts.

She wore a black tunic cotton skirt and a small silver-gray evening dress. She had a cold tone and a heroic face. She stood there quietly like an orchid in the valley. She didn't need many people to appreciate it, and she was already cold and beautiful.

Perhaps because of the magician's habit, Joshia often showed her robe. Over time, Tang En got used to Joshia's look. But now when she had a brand new look in front of her, Tang En knew what kind of exquisite curves and beautiful postures were hidden under the empty robe.

"This is what I brought when I escaped from home... Well, is it a bit inconsistent with the image of the gray-clothed army?" Joshia touched her coat and said worriedly.

Joshia's heart is still very delicate. Most of the people in the gray-clothed army are from low-end backgrounds, and the best clothes are just upgraded from coarse numb to coarse cotton in terms of materials. Although she doesn't care about this, she inevitably has to consider other people's eyes, so she has always been wearing simple robes. Most of the clothes she brought out are cut and changed to children's size to give to others.

Tang En shook his head and said, "It's not suitable for normal times, but now it's just right!"

"Oh, then I'll be relieved!" Joshia pressed her chest, then looked at the Rising Sun in the distance, "The negotiation time is eight o'clock, so I'll go first."

"Yeah, come on!"

Joshia clenched her fist and waved her confidence: "Don't worry."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the center of the station. A large tent was set up there, which was the location of the negotiation.

One party failed to save people, fearing that the other party would get angry. The other party wanted to leave here as soon as possible and implement the development plan. So after a little agreement yesterday, Luosha decided to start negotiations at 8 o'clock the next day.

Tsk tsk... While the other party left, Tang En touched his chin and glanced at his figure a little unrestrainedly. His legs were really long enough!

"So long, so white, slippery..."

Suddenly, Becky's words about Joshia appeared in Tang En's mind, covering his nose and tilting his head. No, no, no, high, high blood pressure! Cough, calm, calm, color is emptiness, emptiness is color...

In the distance, Joshia, who had turned the entrance of a passage, suddenly covered her face. The cold night wind failed to lower the temperature of the red and hot jade face.

Tang's eyes are so weird, yes, erotic...

Women are always sensitive to scanning their bodies. Don En thought he was secretly peeping, but Joshia noticed them all.

"Hu...Hu..." Taking a few deep breaths, the white wrist waving pulled the cold wind toward her face. Joshia's thoughts were very complicated at this time, ashamed and annoyed, and secretly happy...

She was not an unintentional person. After changing her clothes, she knew that this was the most in line with the cool temperament. But in the end, she subconsciously came to Tang En's tent...

What are you thinking, Joshya, you are going to die, I'm ashamed...

After calming down, the warmth on his face slightly subsided, Joshia sorted out her clothes and walked towards the center of the station again.

Needless to say, along the way, the gray-clothed military and civilians who woke up early saw the most glorious side of Joshia.

Although the aristocratic temperament is invisible, it does exist. It’s just that some people are low-key and elegant, while others are arrogant and arrogant. The most obvious difference is Joshia and the aristocratic young men.

Joshia received corresponding education since childhood, and under the influence of the aristocratic environment for a long time, her temperament has long been formed. In addition, she later joined the gray-clothed army, which not only broadened her horizons, but also learned many ways of dealing with people, affairs management from Luosha, which made her unique temperament constantly improve.

Usually, when people talk to her, they just feel indescribable comfort. This is the effect of her temperament being restrained inside and showing outside.

But now Joshia keeps telling herself to be strong and domineering in her heart. So the gray-clothed soldiers just stared blankly, amazed by her temperament and image, and was ashamed to come up to say hello as usual.

They walked peacefully to the negotiation site, and at this time, Luosha and the others had arrived. In addition to the several senior leaders of the Gray Clothing Army, there were two young men like Borg. Obviously, there were more than one Bosco who planned to compete for his juniors.

At this time, Luosha was discussing the negotiations with several ministers and others, while young people such as Borg were sitting honestly.

Wow—The door curtain is lifted.

Joshia walked in and waved her hand and saluted: "Hi, Aunt Luosha, Old General Oumeng... Good morning everyone!"

...

Quiet, quietness that can be heard by the needle falling.

Several people in the tent looked at the door and froze what they had just done.

Joshia put down her hand for no reason, looked at herself, and then looked at everyone: "What's wrong?"

"Wow!" Luosha was the first to come back to his senses and opened his mouth exaggeratedly. Then he left the seat and came to Joshia to hug the latter, "You are so beautiful today, and this dress is also very beautiful..."

"Uh, thank you. I'll wear it in the future."

"Ha, okay...ah, although the color is OK, I can't hold it up."

"Can you change it."

"Forget it, this dress is only suitable for you to wear. Tsk tsk, it is quite suitable for today's occasion. How did you think of it?"

"This is the idea given by Tang."

"Uh? That greedy guy has this vision?"

“…”

It seems that as long as a woman is in any position, she will talk about beautiful clothes and other things.

During the conversation, most of the people in the tent came to their senses.

"Ahem..." An old minister cleared his throat and woke up the two young people who were still obsessed with looking at him. The latter naturally blushed and lowered his head.

Bosco, who was in front, narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly, not knowing what thoughts were turning on.

The two young men exchanged a few glances and then whispered something. It was Borg sitting next to them. He disdained to participate in the discussion between the two peers, but looked at Joshia with a complicated face, clenched her fists under the table, as if she wanted to hold on to something firmly.

After this episode, Joshia sat in her seat. She was relatively backward, but overall, there were several ministers at her hands, and Borg and two young people at her hands.

This location was arranged by Luosha, which undoubtedly means something.

After sitting down, Borg greeted Joshia naturally. The two had the longest contact, and they often discussed negotiations together recently, so the conversation was very smooth.

This situation obviously made the two young people taste delicious, but if they had to go up to talk, they were not familiar with each other, so they could only say a few unnutritious scenes and retreat.

At this time, Borg glanced at the corner of his mouth with difficulty, as if he was mocking these two people for their overestimation. In fact, this is exactly what it means.

After a moment, Luosha frowned and raised her head to ask the recorder behind her, "What time is it now?"

"At half past eight, leader."

Luosha nodded, his face a little ugly.

The time agreed on by both sides was eight o'clock, and the negotiators lived in the army camp, only ten miles apart, so it was easy to come over. But now that it has not arrived for a long time, it is inevitable that people will feel that they do not pay enough attention.

About half an hour later, Luosha stood up calmly: "That's all today! Notify the guards at the resident that if the other party comes, block them from entering. If they want to negotiate, let them come tomorrow morning at 7 o'clock. If they still do not arrive on time tomorrow morning, let them prepare nineteen coffins!"

This is very obvious, because there are nineteen noble young people...

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At this time, at the gate of the Legion camp.

War horses, soldiers, and gorgeous carriages were all available. It was obvious that they were ready, but they seemed to be waiting for some important person, looking at the entrance of the camp from time to time and not setting off for a long time.

At this time, the burly Barlow turned over and dismounted, walked to a carriage, saluted and said, "Sir Berlet, when can we set out?"

The name Bollet is very ordinary and nothing to make a fuss. But if Bradley is added, it would be enough to make people scream, because this is the family title of the imperial prime minister.

The car door opened, revealing the curly-haired old nobles sitting inside, as well as the luxurious interior decoration.

"General Barlow, we can set out at any time. But we need to wait for His Excellency Philip to arrive, and he is also a member of the negotiation." An old nobleman with a red face spread his hands and said a little helplessly.

"I wonder when Sir Philip will arrive? It's more than an hour since the negotiation time."

"Sorry, we don't know about this. Wait a little longer, someone has been sent to urge me."

"Okay!" General Barlow saluted with a stiff expression and then retreated.

Philip? The guy who brought the woman into the barracks? Humph, he made a noise last night for half a night, and now he can get up and there are ghosts...

Several old nobles in the car looked at each other and shook their heads.

A nobleman with a dark face spoke, "I really don't understand why he had to hold an unrelated person into the negotiation team. Did he have any relatives arrested?"

A fat nobleman beside him said hesitantly: "It is said that he wants to see the scenery of the north."

"Damn, what's the scenery here to see?" The old nobleman with a gloomy face said angrily: "I believe it to see a woman from the north. Humph, it's not worthy of his title of Wolf of the Imperial Capital!"

The other people met each other and showed meaningful smiles. Philip's name, the wolf of the imperial capital, was right, and he had harmed countless ladies and wives. Sir Cecil, the nobleman with a dark face, had a daughter who had suffered.

At this time, Bolette pinched the bridge of his saggy nose: "Stop making noise, it is said that it means the second prince."

Uh...there was a silence in the carriage.

It is well known to everyone in the aristocratic circle that the disagreement of several princes in the empire is a matter of disagreement. This involves the family affairs of the imperial kings. Some of them are of high status and powerful status, but they dare not talk about these things at will.

Tattoo…the car window was knocked.

"Master, please come back from Sir Philip's men. Well, he said he would take a few friends to hunt when he got up, so he couldn't go to negotiate."

"Damn it, this flower guy!" Sir Cecil knocked the teacup heavily on the table, "What kind of friend, aren't it just those rogue women who came from somewhere."

Speaking of this, the old nobles also smiled bitterly. Philip was capable. They came to the north together, but just under his nose, Philip had unknowingly hooked up with a few more women. Moreover, their eyes were so vicious that it was easy to see that two of them should be from aristocratic. This made people sigh that they were old, their charm was gone, and that the current trend was very bad.

"Ahem..." The fat noble cleared his throat, and said to everyone without looking at Sir Cecil's ugly face, "Since you can't get off now, let's go first."

Bolai nodded, then said to the window: "Go and tell General Barlow, we will set off now."

"Yes, Master!"

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To be continued...