Having said that, Xiao Nanhui's eyes began to spit fire.
What bastard? Who is the bastard?!
You can say anyone, but you can’t say Xiao Zhun!
"When have I ever said anything about making excuses? Lieutenant Ding is so angry and furious, like a dog whose food bowl has been taken away."
"......You!" Ding Weixiang was so angry that he seemed to be about to draw his sword against her.
Xiao Nanhui was not afraid at all. She was thinking that if the other party drew his sword, she could draw out her Pingxian and fight him for three hundred rounds. But she suddenly remembered that she had left her Pingxian in Mo Chunhua's tent.
She could almost feel her own momentum wilting in an instant, and she felt a head shorter. Thinking of the only person in the tent who could suppress her, Xiao Nanhui cast an earnest gaze at Su Wei.
"Every word I have just said comes from the bottom of my heart. I beg Your Majesty to make your own judgment."
"Come closer."
Su Wei waved at her gently, with a smile on his face, as if he was greeting a docile pug.
Xiao Nanhui reluctantly took a few steps forward.
"Left hand."
She raised her hand hesitantly.
The emperor slowly turned over his palm, and a pitch-black ring appeared there at some point.
Before she could react, she felt a chill on her wrist.
She looked down and saw a smooth bracelet made of jade. Unlike other jades, it didn't have the warmth and warmth of ordinary jade, but instead had a chilling air. There was a sharp protrusion on the bracelet, and a strange symbol was engraved on the sharp edge.
She didn't see clearly how the ring was fastened to her hand, and she looked left and right but couldn't find any signs of opening or closing, which she found very strange.
"Since you don't have a token, you must wear it so that you can come and go around me."
As soon as she said this, she felt like a dog with a collar on it.
Looking up at the "Evil Dog Ding" who had fallen out of favor, she suppressed the roar of dissatisfaction in her heart, lowered her head cowardly and became the "Evil Dog Xiao".
Sometimes, the words of the superiors were not actually asking for their opinions, but just conveying orders. What use was her personal will?
"I, Your Majesty, am willing to serve you with all my heart and soul. I will do my utmost to protect you."
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Ding Weixiang was angry.
This wasn't surprising at all. After all, he had always been acting awkwardly during his previous trip to Huozhou.
But this time, it seems to be a little more serious than last time.
Xiao Nanhui wasn't one to hold grudges; she could easily forget small quarrels and minor disagreements. However, Ding Weixiang was clearly not that type of person.
He had hardly spoken a word to her since they had emerged from the tent half an hour ago.
Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have bothered to bother with it. But now, she had to fulfill the task Su Wei had assigned her: to describe the topography and secret passages within Bijiang to Ding Weixiang in detail, and she had to explain many details clearly.
But the other party had a sour face from beginning to end, and did not respond at all to her "giving her all", as if she was rushing to work with him, which made her quite uncomfortable and angry.
After finally finishing the last route, Xiao Nanhui threw the charcoal pencil aside and glanced at someone.
"Lieutenant Ding is so silent. Could it be that he has the same problem as my maid?"
Ding Weixiang raised his eyelids and looked at her without saying anything, but a few words were written on his face: What's wrong?
She understood and said with a smile, "It's a small-minded problem."
The flames in Ding Weixiang's eyes shot up high. He snatched the newly drawn drawing on the table, holding the charcoal pencil, with his back to her, and gestured at something on it.
Xiao Nanhui looked at the other person's awkward expression and rolled his eyes. "If you don't want to talk, then don't talk. If you have any questions later, don't come to me."
The other party still didn't move, as if he had made up his mind not to speak.
In the past, she would have walked away in anger. She didn't care if you were a lieutenant of the Yan Chi Battalion or a favorite of His Majesty. Back then, Xu Shu had bullied her because of his status, and she hadn't even bowed her head even when his leg was broken.
But now, it’s not a question of whether she bows her head or not.
The task of destroying the dam is closely related to the westward advance of the Subei Army. If it fails, it will inevitably hinder Xiao Zhun.
He had been defeated once at Sanmu Pass, how could she let him lose again?
Just for this reason, she couldn't let Ding Weixiang feel unhappy.
After figuring it out, she patiently moved closer and said shamelessly, "Actually, I know what you're worried about."
Ding Weixiang didn't even raise his eyelids this time. The charcoal pencil in his hand moved quickly, and it was unknown what route he was drawing.
Xiao Nanhui tutted his lips and spoke again, "You also said that this trip would only take three days. Taking into account the time you have to work over there, the round trip will probably only take seven or eight days at most. It will be over in the blink of an eye. There's really no need to worry too much."
As she spoke, her words began to flow smoothly. She didn't care whether the other party responded or not, and continued to mutter to herself, "Besides, you witnessed my skills when you were in Huozhou. Could it be that you don't trust me so much? Even if you don't trust me, you should trust the people of the Black Feather Camp. Even if you don't trust the Black Feather Camp, you should trust your Majesty. His Majesty is not a fool. Since he sent you, he has obviously anticipated various situations. He is not worried, so why should you be worried?"
Speaking of the emperor, an idea suddenly flashed through her mind.
Perhaps the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it, and the problem lies with the emperor.
As far as she knew, military generals were born to found nations, and kings of all dynasties were proficient in riding and shooting. The late emperor Su Yin was a master of martial arts, but for some unknown reason, he passed the throne to a prince who had never practiced martial arts.
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