Being watched by everyone in awe, Di Xin's handsome face still didn't have much change in expression, not even the posture of lying on his side.He only turned the wine glass in his hand slightly, and after a moment, he lowered his extremely oppressive dark eyes slightly, and looked lazily at the shallow ripple of the liquor in the glass under his movements.The more he remained silent, the more uneasy the generals below became.Even if many of these people are veterans who have followed him for several years, they still have to be cautious and cautious.After all, this human emperor has a notoriously unpredictable personality, like an invincible beast that can crush and die at any time if it does not go his way.Everyone can only bow down in front of him, he does not believe in the gods, disdain witches, arrogant, and self-respecting.The warriors of the song respected him, but they also feared him.It is precisely because of this that after hearing what the attendants said, these generals were surprised.They said in their hearts that this Su Daji is really bold, but she is just a woman, even if she has such a special title as the first beauty in Jizhou, she should not be so presumptuous, vainly trying to bargain with the emperor, this is simply brainless.Although they haven't met Su Daji yet, these people have already defined Su Daji as a "brainless beauty" who doesn't know how to judge the situation.You must know that there are many beauties in the palace, all kinds of stunning beauties, almost any type of woman, gentle, colorful, cold, etc., but there are only a few who have really survived until now.I don't know what their king will do with this Sudaji.The generals below were secretly speculating in their hearts, perhaps because Di Xin was in a good mood today, and to everyone's expectations, this king did not have any displeasure, but said two words a little playfully: "Interesting." ”His voice is low and deep, the timbre is deep but not too heavy, but there is a precipitated maturity and sexiness.He played with the wine glass in his hand, slowly rubbed his index finger on the wall of the exquisite cup, glanced at Zhou Rong, the general in charge of the army's supplies, and said unhurriedly: "Go and send a first-class carriage." ”"Yes, my lord."
The burly general received the order and immediately got up to make arrangements.However, he had only walked a few steps before he was stopped by Di Xin: "Slow down." ”Dixin drank the liquor from his glass, and the spicy and mellow liquor between his lips and teeth made him feel happy and satisfied, and he stood up and looked at the servant standing below him: "Go and bring my black horse." ”As soon as he said this, the generals below widened their eyes in surprise, and Zhou Rong, who was stopped, couldn't help but ask, "The king is going to pick it up in person?"
”Di Xin hooked the corners of his lips, and a chilling sharp light appeared in his dark and deep eyes: "I want to take a good look at what this Su Daji looks like." ”"It's just a woman, how can she be worthy of being greeted by the king in person."
When the king heard this, he glanced at the person who spoke lightly: "If it's not worth it, kill it." ”His tone was too calm, with a chilling sense of oppression and intimidation.A fresh life, just like that, he easily decided life and death in a fluttering tone, this insignificant sense of indifference, hearing people's ears, only felt a chill down the spine.After Di Xin got out of the tent, the few generals who stayed behind looked at each other with different expressions, Zhou Rong couldn't help but sigh in his heart, I hope that Su Daji is a beautiful and moving woman as rumored, and her beauty can live up to her reputation, otherwise this clever design will only make her end miserable.On the other side, in the bamboo forest.Fu Zhenhong sat on a stone slab with his back against the trunk of the tree, while Su Hu and the two attendants who accompanied him sat three meters away from Fu Zhenhong and drank water.Fu Zhenhong was idle, and asked the spies on Chaoge's side to pick up more than a dozen leaves of palm trees, which he was using to weave shapes.In March, the willow green flower river is the season of spring.The warm sunlight passed through the gaps in the leaves and sprinkled onto Fu Zhenhong's body, illuminating his already fair skin more delicately and transparently.The spy stood not far from Fu Zhenhong, quietly staring at Fu Zhenhong with red ears.It's so beautiful.The spy, who looked quite young, sighed in his heart, because he was so engrossed that he subconsciously said this sentence in his heart.Hearing this, Fu Zhenhong raised her eyes and glanced at him lightly.At the moment when Fu Zhenhong's eyes met, the spout's whole face turned red, and he stood in place at a loss, and the speed of his heartbeat also climbed to the highest.As a spy, he has carried out countless tasks, and he should be shocked no matter what happens, but at the moment he is panicked and nervous like a hairy child.And when Di Xin rode over on the black horse, the angle made him just see the spy blushing shyly, looking like he was lost in his mind.The spy was standing on Fu Zhenhong's left side, and the direction he was facing was Di Xin's direction, if it was in the past, a well-trained spy should have been keenly aware of Wang's approach, but at this moment, the young spy who was immersed in his own thoughts did not find Di Xin.His attention was all on Fu Zhenhong's body.Even Fu Zhenhong's faint glance had already been withdrawn, and at this moment he was lowering his eyes and concentrating on fiddling with the palm leaves in his hands.Di Xin stopped his horse, and his gaze slowly shifted from the spy to the red-clad man sitting under the tree.In this beautiful scenery full of vitality and greenery, the people under the trees are undoubtedly the beautiful spring colors that are reflected at a glance.Bright red clothes, inky hair.Just one side is already a unique posture in this world.The halo shone on this flawless face, the thick and slender eyelashes drooped slightly, and in the blink of a little, a narrow shadow was revealed under the eyelids, obviously there was no expression, but there was a different kind of charm at the end of the eyes that slowly flowed out.Dixin's gaze lingered at the end of the eye for a moment, and then his gaze gradually shifted to the hands that were weaving palm leaves.The emerald green foliage seems to have the vigor and beauty of nature in the sun, but this color is not as charming as the nimble hands.These hands are white and slender, the bones are distinct, every joint is appropriate, the tips of the fingers are round and smooth, like the finest white jade, delicate and flawless, making people want to hold it firmly in their hands and play with it carefully.Di Xin stared at these hands for a long time, until a dangerous dark color gradually accumulated in the depths of his eyes.Di Xin's gaze was too strong, and the natural oppression and sharpness like a beast in his gaze made it difficult for Fu Zhenhong to ignore it.But Fu Zhenhong didn't react to this, he pretended not to notice this sharp gaze with heavy scrutiny, and continued to concentrate on the movements in his hands.Soon, larks, made from more than a dozen palm trees as raw materials, were woven from Fu Zhenhong's hands.This handmade trinket, which is only half the size of Fu Zhenhong's palm, has a simple but delicate appearance, and every inch is woven by Fu Zhenhong very similarly, looking lifelike."
What a look!"
The spy stepped forward and said with an amazed expression."
Like?"
Fu Zhenhong looked at him.The other party immediately nodded and replied, "I like it very much." ”"Then I'll give it to you."
Fu Zhenhong said lightly.When the spy heard this, he was immediately flattered, and his eyes widened in disbelief: "Send me?"
Really!
”Fu Zhenhong didn't speak again, just stretched out his hand and handed the woven lark to the spy.The spy was so excited that he raised his trembling hand to take it, but just as his fingers were about to touch the lark's arm, two sharp arrows suddenly carried a fierce wind and shot straight at them with an unstoppable force.A long arrow grazed Fu Zhenhong's fingertips and struck Breitling in the head, shooting the small and delicate ornament into the trunk of a tree more than ten meters away.Fu Zhenhong's finger was pierced by the arrow, and scarlet blood flowed out of the wound.Fu Zhenhong glanced down at the location where he was bruised, and then looked up at the lark that was firmly nailed to the trunk of the tree by the long arrow, this precise arrow method should not have scratched the skin of his fingers, but in fact, his wound did exist.Obviously, the person who shoots the arrow did it on purpose.It's a warning.Compared to Fu Zhenhong's small abrasions, the spies were not so easy, because another long arrow shot directly pierced his wrist, and the wound was bleeding non-stop.The spy turned pale, sweating profusely on his forehead, and covered the arrow wound with his hand in pain.Fu Zhenhong turned her gaze to the direction where the sharp arrow was fired.I saw a man dressed in a black robe riding a tall and strong horse towards him.The good bow that shot the two long arrows was hung by this man on the side of the horse, he was dressed in a dragon-patterned black robe, his black hair was casually draped, and his handsome face was a little careless, but his whole body exuded a kind of hierarchical coercion that could not be ignored and the absolute shock that belonged to the superior alone.At this time, the others finally reacted and hurriedly knelt down nervously, while Su Hu, the Marquis of Jizhou, quickly stepped forward and knelt beside Di Xin's horse and bowed down a courtesy: "Su Hu has seen the king." ”Di Xin didn't look at him, just waved his hand, which counted as a response.He drove his horse until he came to Fu Zhenhong before stopping.Di Xin's figure was already tall and straight, and his mount was more majestic than the average good horse, at this moment, he sat on the horse and stopped in front of Fu Zhenhong, almost blocking out the sun.The black shadow cast from him shrouded Fu Zhenhong's body, as if Fu Zhenhong was completely confined in his own private territory.Fu Zhenhong doesn't like to look up to others, but for the sake of strategy, he is now Daji, so he has not chosen to break away from this character for the time being.He raised his eyes and looked at the Shang King Emperor Xin in the backlight, this king who was extremely famous both in the Romance of the Gods and in the historical records, looked quite handsome.Heroic sword eyebrows, wheat-colored skin, and black and white pupils with unruly pride and arbitrariness.While Fu Zhenhong was looking at him, Di Xin was also looking at Fu Zhenhong.His gaze fell on Fu Zhenhong's body, his gaze moved inch by inch on Fu Zhenhong's face, and after a while, he said condescendingly: "Daji of the Lonely King, how can you give someone something to others?"
”After he said this, he didn't wait for Fu Zhenhong to answer, or he didn't care about any of Fu Zhenhong's answers, and then he just sat on the horse, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and stretched out his hand towards Fu Zhenhong below.