Chapter 827

On the red sandalwood table in the center of the study, there are huge sand tables. Some key areas are marked with branches. A tall figure in black robes stands in front of the sand table with a concentrated look, as if he is still thinking carefully.

Zhao Wanxi poked her head out from behind him, gave a playful smile to the man, and handed over the basket: "here, I've brought you food. No matter how tense the situation is, you can't be hungry. Isn't it..."

Looking at the delicate face in front of her, the corners of the man's lips are slowly lifted, and his tight body becomes soft. Mo Tong takes the basket from her hand with a hidden smile.

Cold Jun Ao coagulates him, low asked a voice: "ate?"

"Well!"

Looking at the man's bold and graceful behavior, Zhao Wanxi sat opposite him, holding her cheek in both hands and staring at him for a moment.

Men eat very fast, but also very focused, until the end of a simple pack into the basket, mellow magnetic voice only faint floating: "enough to see it?"

Zhao Wanxi hooked a smile and jokingly responded: "I can't see enough!"

Leng Jun pursed her thin lips. Although she had no expression, it was not difficult to see that she was in a happy mood.

Zhao Wanxi suddenly remembered something and couldn't help asking, "I heard that you changed your battle plan? Why? "

Leng junao walked slowly to the bookshelf and took out a book, which said: "the art of war is always changeable. We should know that it varies from person to person!"

Zhao Wanxi's black eyelashes flickered, and then came closer to the bookshelf, blocking the man's sight, and asked: "then you tell me, let me have a long experience!"

Leng junao had known for a long time that he was good at using troops. Three years ago, he defeated tens of thousands of troops in Yuliao with his own strength. He was really a genius who used troops like God's help.

She looks up at her small face, beautiful and refined. The ink like green silk is falling down, and her skin is more beautiful than snow.

Leng Jun Ao stares at her, and her chest seems to be knocked down. Her hand holding the book wants to put it back on the shelf, but she can't help but kiss her.

The woman was slightly stiff.

Suddenly there was a dry cough outside the door, a familiar male voice.

Flower thin shadow mouth corner smoked to smoke, have no the slightest shame embarrassed, elegant languid walked in.

"The general summoned me in a hurry, not to let me come to see you two?"

If it wasn't for the special explanation on the note sent by the blood eagle, Leng junao would let bygones be bygones and let bygones be bygones. Hua Shuying would never come here rashly.

Or Leng junao knows him!

Seeing Hua Shuying, Zhao Wanxi was also surprised. She didn't care to be ridiculed by him. She pushed Leng junao away and ran to him.

"Hua Shuying, why are you here? Are lin'er and tong'er OK? "

The first thing she thought of was the children. She was worried about what was wrong with them. They were all meat from her body. The most worried thing for a mother was her own children.

Hua Shuying smiles but does not answer, but glances at Leng Jun.

The other side pursed his lips, chin taut, not angry, showing invisible deterrent.

When Hua Shuying comes, his Xi'er pushes him away. It's like