Tyrant's Consort Too Arrogant

"No matter if you want to borrow it or not, I have to go back." She scratched her head and asked carefully, "Can you get someone to carry me back?"

"You're still holding on? Don't you want to see Pei Ruochen? " He Lan Qin asked in astonishment.

"I want to, but I can't go now." The woman sighed and turned to go back.

Soon after, a smile of understanding appeared on his face. That smile quickly faded and he once again became serious as he said: "My love, if you go back and see A Xue, tell him that I have the Queen here, and someone saw her walking on the road in a daze, so he brought her to our army."

With that, he put the Tiger Tally on the table and walked out.

His wife looked at his back in confusion, then looked at the dark blue Tiger Tally on the table.

The Tiger Tally was verdant and emanated the light of an orchid.

Houlan had already left the tent, and there was only the curtain to be seen. There was no one around.

Step by step, she carefully moved to the edge of the table, then bit her finger as she stared unblinkingly at the Tiger Tally on the table.

After hesitating for an unknown period of time, she finally stretched out her hand and carefully touched the Tiger Tally. Chen Yu's cool sense of touch followed the tip of her finger and reached the bottom of her heart.

Suddenly awake, she quickly grabbed the Tiger Tally and shoved it into her arms.

Steal without asking.

She stole it.

Her heartbeat was shockingly fast. Her cheeks were red, as if they were about to bleed.

After exiting the tent, He Lan Qin didn't look as if he had been waiting for too long. Outside, there was already a carriage waiting for him.

"Tell A Xue that as long as he goes against His Majesty, this general will never think of his brotherly feelings for him!" He Lan Qin's voice was very high, as if he was afraid that others wouldn't hear it.

Her lover didn't answer and only climbed to the back of the carriage in a hurry. Then, she turned around and softly said to He Lan Qin, "Thank you."

He Lan Qin had an unfathomable expression. His eyes were filled with an imperceptible smile.

When the rumbling of the wheels gradually died down, He Lan Qin ordered a few deputy generals to enter the tent and discuss how to hunt down Yan Han.

They walked to the front of the table together. He Lan Qin placed a sand table on the ground and drew many defensive lines on it with tree branches. After some discussion, after who knows how many hours, he finally came up with a definite plan. He wanted to call for reinforcements, but his expression suddenly changed, "Where's the Tiger Tally?"

At this time, she had already run several dozen miles away.

However, in the end, she did not use the Tiger Tally.

When they were about three miles away from the thatched cottage, the person in charge of driving suddenly stopped. He opened the curtain and anxiously asked, "My beloved, do you still recognize me?"

The lover looked over in confusion, then smiled, "You're Little Right?"

Little Right nodded and then asked with concern, "Did something happen to A Xue?"

"There's something, so we need to hurry over." Before she could finish her words, she heard someone call out to her.

"My beloved." A distant and indifferent voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

When she looked back, she could only see that the young master was like a jade, elegant and quiet. The face that she hadn't seen for a long time was as pale as it was before.

It was Pei Ruochen.

Her lover stared blankly, not knowing what was going on. On the other hand, Little Right was on alert.

Pei Ruochen walked slowly towards her. He did not bring any guards, other than the long sword that he carried with him, he was dressed the same as when he was out on the road. He was relaxed, at ease, and his expression was tranquil.

"I heard father say that you went to borrow troops from General Holland." Pei Ruochen finally stopped in front of her lover. He did not have a single trace of hostility around him, and even had the faint joy of meeting an old friend. With his small right hand on his sabre, he was not sure if he should attack or greet them — just by looking at him, Pei Ruochen could tell that he was not an ordinary man.

Yi Ren paused and did not answer her directly. She pointed to Little Right and said, "This is Little Right, my friend."

The Yi people who could still care about A Xue in this situation were considered friends by the Yi people.

Pei Ruochen nodded her head in a friendly manner and smiled, she was extremely amiable.

Then, she pointed at Pei Ruochen and said, "Pei Ruochen is also my friend."

They were both her friends, and in her heart, there was no difference between noble and lowly.

However, Little Right was not as relaxed as his wife. He jumped up with a "Ah" sound and exclaimed: "The number one son of the capital, the Prime Minister, Prince Consort today, Lord Xiao Pei?!"

Her lover had never expected that Pei Ruochen would be so famous.

Pei Ruochen smiled as her gaze turned as warm as jade, causing people to want to get closer to her.

On the other hand, Little Right was giggling foolishly a few times. After greeting An En, he prepared to retreat to the side.

However, just as he was about to leave, his wife suddenly pulled him back. Turning around with her back facing Pei Ruochen, she said in a low voice, "Little Right, take this to the hut in front."

It was the stolen Tiger Tally that she had given him.

Xiao Jin raised his head and looked at her. First, he didn't see any traces of seriousness on the face of this lazy lover.

Pei Ruochen seemed to have seen this and did not see it at all. Her expression remained the same, and she did not pursue the matter. However, a trace of sadness flashed past her eyes.

She was guarding him.

Since when did this kind of girl, who was as white as a sheet, learn to be on guard?

"My beloved." When she turned around, Pei Ruochen said softly, "There's no need for that."

Her lover was stunned. "What's not necessary?"

"There is no need for this Tiger Tally." Pei Ruochen saw it in the end, "I've been waiting for you here to stop you from taking the Tiger Tally. Someone is already here to save He Lan Xue. Yan Han is also taking this opportunity to break out of the encirclement. "If you take the Tiger Tally now, not only will it be meaningless, it will also implicate General He Lan — be it his' borrowing 'or yours, the imperial government will definitely hold General He Lan accountable."

"Why …" Her lover blinked, confused.

"Don't you understand that everything is under the control of He Lan Xue?" Pei Ruochen sighed and said, "He was at the back of the line early in the morning — Mister Feng Jiu had hired someone. As long as that person is around, any siege would be futile." It is also because of this that He Lan Xue dared to put herself in danger after allowing her to go free. "

"Who?" His wife still did not understand the sequence of events, but hearing that He Lan Xue was in no danger and that Yan Han had broken through, her mood relaxed as she casually asked.

"Sword God, Lu Chuan." When Pei Ruochen answered these four words, a strange light flashed across her eyes.

The magic of these four words was well-matched in the sea.

They were called the existences of the Human Gods.

Many years ago, a man and a sword had guarded the mountain pass, and the huge army of 100,000 had wandered about without making a sound. In the end, they could only return home.

Legend has it that he had become a sword.

Legends said that he was invincible.

Legend has it that he is already a legend.

But now, he had actually appeared, for the sake of He Lan Xue?

This news was far more shocking than the fact that He Lan Xue had escaped.

If Lu Chuan wanted to kill someone, no one would be able to stop him.

If he listened to He Lan Xue's orders …

The consequences would be unimaginable.

However, her lover did not have much feelings for this name. When Pei Ruochen mentioned the Sword God, she thought of Xi Men Yu blowing snow.

The celestial version of Xi Men Yu? She was getting curious.

However, before she could express her curiosity, Pei Ruochen's expression suddenly became cold. She subconsciously stood in front of her and said in a deep voice, "He is here."

As soon as Pei Ruochen finished her sentence, Yi Ren felt a wave of sand and rocks falling from the sky. Suiyuan was originally a place where the wind rose easily, but it was not common for the wind and sand to be so turbulent.

The sandstorm blinded her.

She rubbed her eyes with her fist, and by the time she removed her hand, the scene in front of her had changed.

At some point, a group of men in black appeared in front of Pei Ruochen, holding their weapons and standing in three rows.

And at the very front, on top of the treetops, another person had appeared.

The sun was shining brightly, and for some reason, when she saw that person, she felt as if the world had suddenly turned cold. Even her heart had turned cold.

That person's black clothes were dazzling, and his entire body seemed to be enveloped by sword light. His brilliance was so resplendent that no one dared to look him in the eye.

He was like a beam of light.

Sword light.

The sword light was invisible, the man invisible.

The three groups of men who were standing in front of Pei Ruochen were all drenched in sweat.

This was an inevitable loss.

They were only standing because they were the death soldiers of the Pei clan. Even if they were to die, they must die before their Young Master.

As for the person on top of the tree, he did not move, nor did he speak. He was as silent as a ghost and as lifeless as a sculpture.

This serenity caused fear to surface in the hearts of everyone present. They didn't know whether the person in front of them was a person or a soul demon from hell.

Time, maybe just a moment.

The sand and wind had stopped. The dead leaves that had drifted down from the treetops had not yet landed on the ground.

However, it might have been an entire lifetime.

The torment of life and death was far more terrifying than death itself.

The empress turned her head around. She was so scared that her face had already turned pale, and her whole body was shaking like a sieve. Pei Ruochen, who was standing in front of her right side, was much more composed and calmer, but her whole body was tense, as if she would burst at any moment.

Other than heavy breathing, the woman could not hear anything else.

An increasingly oppressive atmosphere, an atmosphere that made it hard to breathe.

Her lover felt depressed.

Another moment passed.

The people on the treetops showed no signs of moving. The people on the treetops were still calm and collected.

Her lover was finally unable to hold it in.

She suddenly moved forward.

Pei Ruochen was startled and wanted to pull her away, but her lover had already passed by him. He reached out his hand to push aside the three men in black in front of him, making a path for her.

She walked to the front of the group, to the tree, to the man's feet.

Then, she raised her head and asked in a friendly tone, "Hello, are you Lu Chuan?"

The sound of swords being unsheathed came from behind him. Those Death Soldiers who were already tense were on the verge of collapse. Seeing this, they all drew their swords, preparing for the upcoming massacre in vain.

And the way they looked at their lover was as though they were looking at a dead man.

Pei Ruochen's expression changed. She wanted to immediately jump to her lover's side, but her right eye quickly stopped her.

"Lord Xiao Pei!" The quivering right side called out, "Don't go!"

The other two also dashed out, trapping Pei Ruochen at the back, preventing him from taking the risk.

However, what they expected did not happen.

Her lover was smiling with his face turned up, looking friendly and amiable, as if he were harmless.

On the other hand, the person on the tree lowered his head a little — in fact, no one would be able to see his appearance. The sword aura on his body was too thick, and one could only deduce his movements from the movement of the light.

"I am Lu Chuan." After a very long time, just when everyone was tormented by the shadow of death until it was better to die than to live, a cold, emotionless voice answered like this.