Zhao Jia was not kept waiting for too long. A middle-aged general wearing silver and black armor came forward with a group of soldiers.
Zuo Sima Liu Yi straightened his back, looked solemn, and saluted the carriage with clasped fists. His voice was sonorous and powerful: "Korean Zuo Sima Liu Yi, by order of the King of Han, came here to greet Marquis Changxin!"
After speaking, he raised his head slightly, squinted his eyes, and glanced at the carriage, seeming to be quite curious about what Zhao Jia looked like.
He was not made to wait too long.
The car curtain was opened by a slender jade hand, and what caught the eye was a stunningly beautiful woman with an elegant and cold temperament. Her raised eyebrows were as light as the distant mountains. Just a glance at her cold eyes gave her an indescribable feeling. The amazing feeling is like a picture scroll slowly unfolding into your mind.
However, Zuo Sima Liu Yi was a middle-aged man after all. He was not as impulsive as a young man and could not withstand temptation, so he remained calm on his face and never showed any unbearable expression.
"Thank you for your hard work, General Liu."
With a gentle voice, a noble man in silver-white robes came out.
He has handsome features, a pair of narrow red phoenix eyes with a slight smile, he is meticulously dressed, with beautiful jade hanging around his waist, and his long black hair hangs down behind him. His hair is neatly styled, and he has a warm and elegant aura. Just like the kind of successor carefully cultivated by the nobles.
He is worthy of being the eldest son of the Zhao Kingdom, with extraordinary bearing... Zuo Sima Liu Yi's eyes narrowed, and he somehow understood why the King and Queen Mother of Qin loved this man so much. In terms of appearance alone, there were few people in the world who could compare with him.
"This is the responsibility of the last general. All matters for entering Korea have been prepared. If the eldest... Young Master has any requests, please feel free to mention them to the last general!"
Liu Yi originally planned to call Zhao Jia Marquis of Changxin, but for some unknown reason, perhaps because he was amazed at Zhao Jia's magnanimity, he felt that calling him Young Master was more appropriate, so he instinctively changed his tune.
"As guests do, the host does as he pleases. General, there is no need to be so polite."
Zhao Jia said softly, and at the same time glanced at the distance. With his extraordinary perception, he naturally noticed that someone was staring at him in the distance, but the aura of the two was ordinary, and there was no sense of danger.
People at night?
Mo Crow and Bai Feng?
Zhao Jia still knew the number one henchman under Korean General Ji Wuye very well. Wherever the black crow appeared, there must be a white phoenix. The two were like brothers.
With the cooperative relationship between Ye Mu and Luo Wang, it was normal for him to be targeted after entering Korea.
If no one was watching him, that would be the most incredible thing.
…
Zhao Jia's guess was accurate. The people staring at him were indeed Mo Ya and Bai Feng in the night.
At this moment, Mo Ya, who was wearing black tights, was raising his hands to protect himself from the sun. He was standing on a treetop, bending over and looking at where Zhao Jia was. He seemed to have seen something. He squinted his eyes and smacked his tongue: "Tsk. , These noble gentlemen are so luxurious, and the maids accompanying them are all so beautiful, they are really enviable."
Standing next to Mo Ya was a handsome young man. His eyes were stubborn and revealed a unique light of young men. Hearing Mo Ya's speech, he couldn't help but glance at the other person and said lightly: "You are not envious. your."
"I can't get it. Why don't you try to satisfy your cravings?"
Mo Ya straightened up and looked at Bai Feng helplessly. He really didn't know why Bai Feng became like this. He could never say anything pleasing to his mouth.
What an annoying brat.
Bai Feng said nothing and looked at the carriage surrounded by people in the distance with a dull expression. Because he was used to seeing high-ranking officials and nobles in Korea, he knew very well that each of these seemingly beautiful officials and nobles was bound by invisible shackles and could not be free. In a sense, they are all the same and there is no need to envy them.
"But let me tell you, the eldest son of Zhao State has a good appearance."
Mo Crow commented.
Bai Feng frowned, looked at Mo Ya, and asked, "Are you also interested in men now?"
Mo Ya's expression froze, and then his eyes turned cold. A black feather appeared between his fingers, and he threw it at Bai Feng. The feather suddenly turned into a sharp arrow, and the sound of breaking through the air was extremely harsh.
"brush!"
Bai Feng seemed to have been waiting for Mo Ya to take action. In a flash, he moved away like a ghost. At the same time, he glanced at Mo Ya, as if asking: Have you eaten?
Mo Ya curled up his lips, smiled evilly, and said something sinisterly: "You must not let me catch you, otherwise, I will send you to be a turtle man and let you serve those noble ladies, Xinzheng But there are many noble people who like young men like you!"
Bai Feng's expression froze, not sure whether Mo Crow was serious or not, and flew away at a very fast speed.
Mo Crow followed closely behind.
After a while, it disappeared from Zhao Jia's perception.
The speed is quite fast... Zhao Jia, who was sitting in the carriage, showed a hint of surprise, because the speed of the two of them was a bit too fast. Perhaps it would be difficult for ordinary people to catch it with the naked eye. Judging from the memory of the Sunda Bee inherited by Zhao Jia, The two people's explosive light skills are also among the top group of people in Luowang.
Jingli, who was kneeling next to Zhao Jia, seemed to sense the aura of the two of them. When the aura disappeared, she looked up at Zhao Jia, her eyes became more serious, and said: "You guessed it before, we entered South Korea. He was immediately targeted.”
"Normally, South Korea is a land of darkness. How could it not keep an eye on an outsider like me?"
Zhao Jia smiled, concealed what he perceived, and spoke softly.
Then he seemed a little curious.
He asked Jing Salamander: "Can you sense their strength?"
"It's a bit far away...but there shouldn't be any threat, otherwise the Salamander Sword will remind me."
The cold beautiful eyes of Jing Salamander were lowered, and he stretched out his hand to caress the Jing Salamander sword wrapped in a long cloth.
"Is this the so-called famous sword with spirit?"
Zhao Jia looked at the sword in Jing Salaman's hand and asked curiously. He had come into contact with a lot of famous swords during this period. Although he had never used it, he could roughly feel the difference between these famous swords and ordinary swords. They contained With a momentum, just like the human body will appear in the thermal imaging, the famous sword also has a unique aura.
Just like the ancient saying goes, people nourish jade, and jade nourishes people. In the same way, the same is true for famous swords. Each sword has its own "temper".
Jing Salamander shook her head. She didn't know whether the sword had a spirit, but Jing Salamander Sword did have the ability to sense danger, and could even "feel" her emotions and give certain feedback.
"I heard Zhao Gao say that every sword has its own story. What is the story of the Frightening Salamander Sword?"
Zhao Jia looked at Jing Salamander and asked.
Jing Salamander's gentle and frivolous Jing Salamander Sword revealed a little sadness in her eyes, as if she was recalling her past, and whispered: "Stories? Isn't the existence of the sword just for killing? Why does it need a story..."
Your structure is not as good as Zhao Gao. No wonder Zhao Gao can be the boss, but you can only be the killer... Zhao Jia sighed softly in his heart, looked at Jing Salamander who was immersed in the past, reached out to hold her jade hand that was caressing the Jing Salamander sword, and held it in his palm. It was very slender and a little cold, but his hand was warm enough to warm it.
Jing Salamander did not resist, but looked up at Zhao Jia calmly. Perhaps the moment she returned to Xianyang City, she knew what she was going to face.
As for what Zhao Jia said about recognizing relatives... she didn't believe it.
"I don't know its past story, but I believe its future story will be wonderful."
Zhao Jia said seriously.
Jing Salamander stared at Zhao Jia with his cold and beautiful eyes, and after a moment, he said softly: "I believe you, Master."
As for whether you believe it or not, perhaps only Jing Salaman himself knows.
Just like if you like someone who doesn't like you, in your heart, the other person must like you, even just a little... When you fall in love with someone, you will always deceive yourself.
