Chapter 480: Still drooling even after being cured

Magic?

What is that?

Jiang Wenjing, who didn't understand, looked at Jiang Zhiyu who was excited, and was cautious and didn't say anything.

"Nanlong is holding a banquet tonight and invited us, right?"

Looking at her bright eyes, Jiang Wenjing's Adam's apple moved slightly and nodded.

Generally, when this kind of look appears, it means that something bad is going to happen.

Unaware of Jiang Wenjing's psychological activities at the moment, Jiang Zhiyu hurried back to prepare props after getting a definite answer.

Jiang Wenjing was only worried for a second and then put it behind his mind.

Who cares, as long as Zhiyu is happy.

...

Mobei, Qingxi Valley.

A bridge not only blocks the road of Tianqi's army, but also the road of the Wala people.

Before the previous battles, the Wala people would always secretly send out a few teams to harass.

Now that they are all trapped on the opposite side, the Tianqi people no longer have to endure this mosquito-like harassment.

In the training ground, the soldiers were in order.

With the training order, the entire army changed its formation and started the first wave of killing today.

The sound of metal collision lingered in his ears, and the general standing next to He Yanting couldn't help but sigh: "His father, without the Mobei people making trouble, he can finally have a good training!"

Several other people on the side also echoed.

God knows how aggrieved they are!

He Yanting did not respond. The general beside him could not help but asked, "General, have those people who were sent that day received any reply?"

"We didn't send them to spy on military intelligence," He Yanting looked at the general whose face changed slightly, "It was to restore peace to the army."

The general was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly realized, "Damn it, I was wondering why those barbarians would chase me wherever I was training, it turns out it's because of them!"

The general's hand holding the spear tightened again and again, and it was hard not to make people suspect that if those people were present at this time, the general could just string them together like stringing candied haws.

After cursing a few times, the general seemed to remember something: "Those people also know some tactics. What if they leak it to those barbarians..."

"Don't worry. Even if they dare to say it, the Wala people may not dare to listen. If they listen, it will be just what I want."

Hearing him say this, the general put his heart back in his stomach and focused on the training.

On the other side, in the Wala main account, five people were forced to kneel on the ground, and told Dai Qin all the tactics of Tianqi without reservation.

The people next to him couldn't help but pick up the knife: "They are good at taking advantage of the opportunity! If they dare to come tonight, I will kill them all!"

He couldn't wait. Dai Qin's wolf-like eyes wandered over the five kneeling people, but he didn't say anything.

"Why are you five?" He said in a dry voice after a long while.

The five men all raised their heads, puzzled.

"You are all undercover agents planted by Mobei. Did He Yanting send you all back just in time?"

"Did one of you leak the information, or did He Yanting really have a sharp eye and not miss a single one?"

His voice sounded like it was squeezed out from between his teeth, making people feel cold all over.

The tent was suddenly silent, and you could hear a pin drop.

The five kneeling men were all pale and kept denying.

Dai Qin looked at them and frowned.

After a series of defeats and continuous loss of positions, he had long lost his initial calmness.

Now he looked at these people, and for a moment he couldn't tell who was lying.

Dai Qin's heart became more anxious.

"I will only give you one chance. Whoever leaked the secret, tell it yourself."

Silence again, no one spoke.

Dai Qin pinched his eyebrows: "Press them down, torture them severely, and make sure to pry these people's mouths open!"

Someone on the side responded happily.

Not only the Tianqi Army was panicking, but also the Wala people.

What's more, they also had the buff of defeat. Now they have a legitimate opportunity to vent, and the cruelty in their eyes can't be concealed.

The five people were soon dragged out with heart-wrenching screams.

Dai Qin lay back.

"General, what they just said..."

"What? Do you believe them?"

The man hesitated.

Dai Qin raised his lips with a sneer: "If you believe it, take a team to check it out. I won't stop you."

The man looked embarrassed: "...Forget it."

Dai Qin rolled his eyes.

At this moment, a man lifted the curtain and walked in: "General, a secret letter from the imperial city."

Dai Qin stretched out his hand to take it, and several people on the side avoided it unconsciously.

He opened the letter and his eyes froze.

He paused for too long, and someone couldn't help asking: "General, what is written in the letter? Is the king going to send us reinforcements?"

The voice called Dai Qin back to his thoughts, and he coughed lightly: "No, the king is here to ask about the progress and when we can win this battle."

Everyone turned their heads away.

Dai Qin carefully put the letter away, and like them, he remained silent.

...

On a cloudy night, the air was heavy and humid, and a flash of lightning illuminated the sky.

Thunder came from the sky, but was covered by the sound of drums in the temple.

It was raining outside the temple, and there was singing and dancing inside the temple.

Generally speaking, at such a banquet after the sacrifice, the people of Nanlong would still wear rattan clothes.

But today, perhaps to commemorate the high priest, or to apologize to the high priest, everyone changed back into the Tianqi clothes.

And they all had guilt on their faces.

Casas, the only one in the audience wearing rattan clothing: "..."

Jiang Wenjing: "..."

Jiang Zhiyu: "..."

[Again, even if you are cured, you will still drool. ]

Casas sat down with a bad look on his face, and everyone was used to this scene.

Jiang Wenjing asked in confusion: "Are you praying for the high priest too?"

"Pray? Pray for what?" Casas tilted his head in confusion: "Isn't the high priest just bedridden? He is not dead."

"Then why do you make such an expression?"

"I thought they would still wear gorgeous clothes. If I had known this, I would have worn the ones I made recently."

Finally, there is a chance to show off to everyone.

Casas sighed softly.

Jiang Wenjing: "..."

Their conversation was not in a low voice, so it was clearly heard by everyone.

Everyone: "..."

Sometimes they really don't want this prince.

Some people who couldn't control their emotions had already cast angry eyes at Casas.

At this moment, the voice of the announcement rang out: "King Nanlong has arrived."

King Nanlong walked in with his head held high. After he sat down, he couldn't help but twitched his mouth when he saw the clothes on everyone.

In the whole hall, he and his son Casas were the only ones wearing gorgeous clothes.

While he felt disgusted with other people in his heart, King Nanlong's affection for Casas increased. There

was more affection in his eyes when he looked at him.

In this regard, Jiang Wenjing could only say that fortunately King Nanlong didn't hear what Casas said just now.

Otherwise, he would not have this attitude.