Xuan Qiaoce is the god of war in Xiguo, but for her, she is just a stranger who needs to get along day and night for a period of time in the future.

After avenging the original owner and getting what she wants, she will leave.

So she didn't want to have any strong family affection with this Dingguo marquis.

It doesn't matter if she's calm or cool.

One of her hearts is not big, and the number of people that can hold it is really limited.

The original owner Xiang Xiaoyu died, she was just Xuan Liyue.

What's more, maybe at some point, she will return to the world she used to be.

Rather than making her believe that she had crossed over again, she would rather believe that everything she experienced in this world was the test of a powerful inheritance in the Xuantian realm.

And she had a vague premonition that that inheritance might be related to the piece of rotten wood in the dantian of this body.

But what the truth is, it is not much use for her to speculate here, and she has to take one step at a time.

The Marquis of Dingguo and his entourage galloped on horseback, getting closer and closer to the West City Gate.

The people who greeted each other in the middle of the road saw the heroic posture of the Marquis of Dingguo, as well as the unique mature and handsome face that had been polished by the battlefield, and the cheers became stronger and stronger.

There were still a hundred meters away from the West City Gate, and Xuan Qiaoce tugged the reins, slowed down his horse, and waved to the increasingly dense crowd.

The people were even more excited, only to feel that the majestic but warm eyes of the Marquis of Dingguo fell on them.

How can such a god of war, who wins every battle, defends his home and country, and is very close to the people, not be loved and supported by the common people?

Xuan Liyue stood on the edge of the Wanggui Pavilion, holding on to the smooth mahogany railing, looking at the scene in front of her, her eyes darkening.

Today's Dingguo Marquis can definitely be called a master of high merit.

The one in the palace, how can he not have ideas?

Fortunately, the four countries are harmonious on the surface, but in fact, the undercurrent is surging, and Xiguo is still inseparable from this god of war who has won all battles.

The tense relations between the four countries are not the most solid talisman for the marquis of Dingguo and other military generals?

Xuan Qiaoce was greeting the people who were in the middle of the road, and handed over some of the gifts handed by these people to the guards who followed close by him.

Suddenly, as if something was guiding him, his gaze swept to the Wanggui Pavilion on the side of the city gate.

Seeing the immature face that he thought about day and night, Xuan Qiaoce's body froze suddenly, and a strong surprise burst out of his eyes.

Moist moisture clings to the eyes.

This Marquis of Dingguo, who won all battles and was heroic and decisive on the battlefield, saw his most beloved granddaughter for the first time when he went out of the city to greet him, and his nose was sour and his eyes were red.

Suddenly grabbed the reins, and the Qianli Baoju under the seat seemed to be able to feel the master's heart, and stopped steadily, and like its owner, looked up at Xuan Liyue on the Wanggui Pavilion.

A pair of sparkling and murderous eyes carried a touch of humanized surprise and relief. It is in response to the saying: everything has a spirit.

Looking at Xuan Qiaoce's thoughts, excitement, love, gratification, and many other emotions, Xuan Liyue's heart was slightly shocked.

This Dingguo Marquis really regards the original owner as a treasure!

Taking a deep breath, Xuan Liyue walked down the stairs on her side step by step, crossed the passage that the people had made for her, and walked under Xuan Qiaoce's horse.

Raising his head, with a just right smile on his face, he said happily: "Grandfather, you are finally back!" ”

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