After a stick of incense, Jiang Zebei stopped on the high hillside.

This place is no longer a place of yellow sand, there are traces of hay on the ground, endless hay in the distance, and a few trees.

Jiang Zebei sat on the horse and turned his head to stretch out his hand to Chen Mengtian behind him.

Chen Mengtian put his hand in his hand and rode a horse to stand beside him.

The man next to him pointed to the distance and said excitedly: "Tiantian, you see, this is the territory I fought for, it was once occupied by the Turks, and now it belongs to my Xiliang." ”

Looking at the excitement, excitement, and faint praise of the man around him, Chen Mengtian pursed his lips and smiled.

At this time, Jiang Zebei was like a candy in his hand, he peeled the sugar and sent it to her.

"That's amazing!" Chen Mengtian did not hesitate to praise her.

Hearing these words of appreciation, Jiang Zebei's sanity recovered a little.

He really wanted to show the first victory in his life to those who liked him.

It's a special feeling that makes him satisfied and excited.

Hearing Chen Mengtian's praise, he felt that it was not powerful.

Because in the same way, Chen Mengtian is also very powerful.

On the border of Iraq, a batch of grain is transported every few months, which is all done by Chen Mengtian.

Not only the border of Iran, but even other places where the Xuanjia guards are located, have this benefit.

He knew what Chen Mengtian had done, and he knew everything she had now.

I know that with her ability, she can go further, and even be a person to look up to, as long as she wants to.

But everything she did was for him.

He had no doubt about that.

As soon as his heart was hot, Jiang Zebei flew up, sat on Chen Mengtian's horse, and stretched out his hand to hold the person in his arms.

Said sincerely: "Sweet is the most powerful." ”

Chen Mengtian slightly hooked the corners of his lips and did not respond.

She knew what Jiang Zebei was talking about.

If she doesn't say it, it doesn't mean that Jiang Zebei doesn't mention it.

Holding the man in his arms, his deep eyes looked into the distance.

This is the land of Xiliang Kingdom that he fought for, and it is his first glory.

Jiang Zebei's chin was placed on Chen Mengtian's shoulder, and he suddenly spoke: "Why does Tiantian never ask me?" ”

"Why do you ask?" Respond without hesitation, with two or three smiles.

A low, happy laugh rang in her ears.

Jiang Zebei lightly touched Chen Mengtian's earlobe.

A touch away, a very light kiss.

He took the initiative to mention his life experience, "Before the age of thirteen, I always thought that I was my father's only child, and later I learned that I also had a younger brother.

I thought that the dead father and mother were ordinary people, or maybe the heirs of a large family, but later I learned that they were noble and godly in the eyes of the people of Xiliang Kingdom.

It's a pity that I knew it too late, and they died with hatred, with hatred, buried in the soil with a sickness, and with the regret that they couldn't find their brother......"

Chen Mengtian took Jiang Zebei's hand, and his movements were gentle and natural.

Feeling this comfort, Jiang Zebei's tone slowly relaxed a little.

"My father was more than ten years ago, Wu Anhou who had the skill of being a dragon, and my mother was the only person he loved in this life, and she was born noble, she was the princess of Miaojiang, and she resolutely married her father despite the resistance of the clansmen.

They should have lived happily ever after, but the new emperor was quite jealous of Wu'an Hou, and on the day his mother gave birth to his younger brother, he was exterminated by the royal family, and hundreds of members of the Jiang family all abused and killed the Hou Mansion.

The blood of that night could not be washed away by the heavy rain, and it is said that the smell of blood still exists in the mansion of the Marquis of Wu'an, which is the appeal of hundreds of unjust souls......"