tscritgtZhao Zhi heard Fang Qing's words and was filled with all sorts of reluctances in his heart.
After saying "If you ask me to stay, I will stay, if you ask me to help, I will help", he felt full of dissatisfaction.
Nothing left.
"Fang Qing, Fang Qing, you are really different from the women of emperors, generals and ministers.
Why do you always exude the power to control my emotions?"
Zhao Zhi's eyes softened and he agreed to the request of the "beautiful couple" in front of him.
The Thirteen Iron-Blooded Young Masters recruited by Xue Zilong sneaked outside Yunzhou City from another exit of the secret passage.
Inside Jingyun Residence, a pair of dragon and phoenix red candles lit up the faces of everyone in the room.
Zhao Zhi stood erect in the main hall, and the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Young Masters were neatly lined up in the hall, with a majestic and festive look.
Housekeeper Zhao Si stood there On the side of the main seat in the hall, the expression was a bit reserved.
Not long after, the incense brought by Cardamom was handed into the hands of Zhao Zhi and Fang Qing.
The two knelt on the cattail grass, facing a pair of empty cards, and said sternly, "The yellow sky is above and the earth is below me, and the country of Wu is here."
The ancestors are on top, the mother is Mrs.
Wusang, the fourth prince of Wu State is on top , Zhao Zhi, and Fang Qing have become brothers and sisters with different surnames today.
From now on, they will share blessings and hardships.
If one day, Zhao Zhi gets his help to govern the world, he should recognize Fang Qing as his direct royal family member and enjoy the honor of Princess Dai.
If the name is violated, the country will be destroyed.”
After that, the two clasped hands and swore in front of the Wu Kingdom.
Zhao Si took the talisman dagger of the Iron-Blooded Army and cut the fingers of Zhao Zhi and Fang Qing.
The blood of the two people fused together tightly and entangled them. , flowing, bright red.
"Miss Fang, now you are truly a member of our Jagged Army."
Zhao Si's eyebrows raised a warm smile, like a family member.
Looking at the iron-blooded Thirteenth Young Master, the iron-clad man, Fang Qing's eyes showed a smile and trust.
"This military talisman is not an ordinary dagger.
On it is a blood-based alliance between the Fourth Prince and the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Young Masters."
Zhao Si said calmly with silent eyes.
Fang Qing was shocked, "This dagger has the blood of everyone in the room."
"Yes, everyone's blood has been blended together through this dagger, so everyone in this room is a relative."
Zhao Zhi put away his bleeding arm and looked at him with eyes like a warm spring breeze.
Everyone among the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Young Riders felt a great honor and privilege of life and death in his eyes.
Fang Qing looked at the tender care in the corner of Zhao Zhi's eyes, and finally understood why Meng Qingshan would follow Zhao Zhi to the death regardless of his personal reputation several years after leaving the Jagged Army.
To compare, I really feel ashamed of my conscience.
Before Fang Qing came to her senses, Zhao Zhi was sitting upright in the main hall.
Zhao Si was still beside him, with an imperceptible smile on his face.
On the other hand, the Thirteenth Iron-Blooded Young Rider looked extremely excited.
It seemed that since his escape, except for that time, Apart from the frightening scenes that the fourth prince experienced while hiding in Jiaozi, at other times, life was too dull and miserable.
Now, Meng Qingshan has "resurrected from the dead" and married Doctor Fang, who came all the way to treat various injuries of the Thirteen Young Riders and escaped death.
It is really a joyful thing, especially for Fei.
Tiger, specifically to celebrate Fang Qing, specially carved a pair of exquisite wooden combs with "lips and teeth attached" as a gift to Fang Qing and Meng Qingshan.
There was no red makeup, no phoenix hairpin, no hijab, and there was no sound of the suona from Medicine God Valley that day.
There were only simple red candles, and only the sincere blessings expressed by the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Young Masters and Daukou at the side.
Zhao Zhi's deep eyes showed traces of unbearableness, and his voice was trembling, "Meng Qingshan, this time Qing'er rescued me from Qian's Mansion, you are indispensable.
Since you two are in love with each other and fell in love at first sight, I will become the beauty of an adult." , I leave my biological royal sister to you, and I hope you can treat her sincerely."
Meng Qingshan settled down, his brows were clear, his eyes were majestic, his big hands as powerful as pincers tightly grasped Fang Qing's delicate hands, and he replied lightly between his lips and teeth, "Fourth prince, don't worry, I will treat Qing'er sincerely." , don’t let her suffer the slightest injustice.”
After a simple ceremony, Fang Qing became Zhao Zhi's biological sister "Princess Wuyang", and Meng Qingshan became Fang Qing's "Meng Lang".
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The evening outside Yunzhou City was a little cool.
That night, Xue Zilong led Feihu and others to hunt game in the woods.
They lit a fire and the aroma of meat and wine lingered on everyone's nose.
Zhao Zhi and everyone sat around A group, making a bonfire, celebrating Reborn after the disaster, he also celebrated the wedding of a beautiful couple.
People in the military often don't care about red tape.
When the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Young Masters saw Fang Qing, they all playfully called "Sister-in-law Qingshan", while only Zhao Si still addressed him in a polite manner.
Fang Qing "Princess".
The bowls of clear and refreshing food carried everyone's emotions.
Zhao Zhi looked up and down, and when he looked up, he saw that Fang Qing's bare face became more and more blurred through the bonfire light.
Zhao Zhi only felt that she was leaving him at this moment.
Getting further and further away.
The Thirteenth Young Rider pulled Dao Kao and danced and sang military songs.
Da Kao's singing voice was very good.
Under the moonlight, the night wind rustled the leaves, and the face of Da Kao was illuminated with a gleaming light, as if Fireflies at night, although small, are like Elf-like and endearing, Xue Zilong's eyes suddenly became wet.
After serving in the army for several years, he was exposed to all the men with bare skin and black arms.
He never thought that a woman's voice could touch people's hearts so much.
Looked at Cardamom twice.
Fang Qing sat on the floor next to Meng Qingshan, crossing her legs and chewing on the deer legs in her hands, so that her face and hands were covered with barbecue seasonings.
She did not intentionally sit opposite Zhao Zhi, who had drunken eyes.
Meng Qingshan didn't have much interest in barbecue.
He just drank cans of sake.
His eyes were as cold as the moonlight, but he was filled with the sorrow of the whole world.
This was in sharp contrast to the heartless Fang Qing beside him.
"General Meng, why don't you eat meat?
What's the point of just drinking wine?"
Fang Qing tore off a piece of hind leg meat and handed it to Meng Qingshan with a smile on her face, "Try it, it's delicious.
Feihu's craftsmanship is really good."
Meng Qingshan's gloomy face revealed a sad smile.
He took the deer leg and held it in his hand.
However, he hesitated to start his mouth and asked, "Mr.
Fang seems to be particularly interested in delicious food."
"At this time, I dare to ask what is more important than eating.
With such delicious game, such a wonderful night, and the dancing of the iron-blooded army, and the singing of cardamom, why don't you know how to enjoy yourself in time?"
Fang Qing said happily, as if The Meng Qingshan next to her was not her newlywed husband at all, but a buddy from the military.
Meng Qingshan looked at Fang Qing, who had a greasy mouth, and could only smile helplessly, clinging to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and whispered, "Madam, from now on, just call me Qingshan."
Meng Qingshan's hot breath blew by Fang Qing's ear, itching like a warm current flowing through Fang Qing's body in the desolate night.
Fang Qing suddenly felt her cheeks turn red.
She put down the roasted leg in her hand shyly, and quietly leaned against Meng Qingshan, leaning over and whispering, "Who is your wife?"
"You have to adapt, otherwise, how can you not show your flaws in front of others?"
The two of them got closer and closer, Meng Qingshan hugged Fang Qing, and Fang Qing whispered quietly in Meng Qingshan's arms.
Although they were whispering, the posture was really ambiguous.
Zhao Zhi looked at it, his face turned red and white, his brows wrinkled slightly, and a sour jealousy welled up in his heart. rr4409051: