He paused in his forward movement, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Fang Zhu instantly changed.
"Hehe, big brother, you've finally come to your senses. This is about going to be with the Tibetan princess..."
"You fucking need to be taught a lesson."
Fang Zhu picked up a long spear and chased after him until he beat him up before he felt better.
Xiangqian was quite efficient. The next morning, Fangzhu came over and told Fang Qing that she would be meeting with people from Tibet that afternoon.
Where would be a suitable place to meet?
"Right here in our camp."
It seems that the people in the Northwest Camp get along quite well with the Tibetan side.
After lunch, Fang Zhu was about to let Fang Qing try the local tea when he heard a lively noise outside.
He paused, looked up at Fang Qing, but before he could explain, the door was pushed open from the outside.
The person's movements were so large that the wind blew in, almost raising a cloud of dust.
Fang Zhu slammed the tea set down on the table and looked at the newcomer with displeasure.
“Princess Min’er, as I said before, you are forbidden from setting foot in our camp again.”
The newcomer was a woman dressed in Tibetan attire, wearing a small floral hat and her hair styled into many small braids, which were decorated with many small pendants.
She wore similar attire to that of Yongzhou, with a circle of bells hanging from her gold belt, which jingled as she walked.
"You rude big dark-faced man! You were the one who wanted to see this princess, but now you're not happy about it?"
She looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. She was clever and had the air of someone of her status. Even though she was holding a riding whip and pointing it at Fang Zhu, she didn't seem arrogant at all. Instead, she seemed charming and cute.
Fang Zhu's expression was not good.
"I want to see your general."
“My general is busy, so what’s wrong with me coming over? You’re still not happy about it.”
She pouted and glanced at Zhao Shi'an and Fang Qing, her gaze finally settling on Fang Qing.
She has a pair of big, dark, bright eyes, and her features are exotic. She looks at people with a lively expression when she looks at them curiously.
"Who are you? And who is he?"
As she spoke, Princess Min'er's gaze fell on Zhao Shi'an's face.
Fang Zhu then introduced Fang Qing and Zhao Shi'an.
He turned to Fang Qing and said, "This is Princess Min'er, the youngest daughter of the Tibetan king."
Fang Qing greeted the other party, who waved his hand dismissively and sat down next to Zhao Shi'an.
"Big Dark Face, you're not as good-looking as him."
Zhao Shi'an gave the noble little princess a cold glance.
"Why are you glaring at me? Didn't you realize I was praising you? Humph, you're even more annoying than that sullen face, you're so irritating!"
"Princess Min'er, please don't be offended. My husband is rather cold."
As she spoke, Fang Qing nudged Zhao Shi'an's arm.
After all, they needed the princess's help, so they had to maintain a proper attitude.
Min'er ignored Zhao Shi'an and looked at Fang Qing with a smile.
"Sister, you are beautiful, I like you."
She rested her chin on her hand and stared intently at Fang Qing, her genuinely adoring gaze making Fang Qing blush.
"Be serious, we're talking to you about important matters."
Fang Zhu impatiently tapped the table.
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