Chapter 619： princess is waiting for me

The cavalry took the lead and bowed their hands: "Everything is at the command of the Marquis, and I wait for your horse's head!"

As soon as you call out, a hundred voices respond.

The soldiers did not dare to be neglected any longer, and wholeheartedly called the Hou Ye to be respected.

However, the tall and thin man fell to the ground with resentment in his eyes.

Who can endure the hatred of broken fingers!

He blushed angrily: "Isn't it a shame for Yongye Hou to do this? You are strict with us, but you can't do it yourself, it's ridiculous! The woman who came to you just now, didn't you talk to her like no one else?"

Ye Siming looked down at him, his eyes were cold, with the coldness of a freezing person.

He smiled lightly, and everyone felt that the hairs on the back of their necks stood up, and they had a bad premonition.

"If you don't tell me, I don't want to settle the account yet. I just thanked the girl for speaking, and the princess is probably waiting for me at this time. But I want to waste a moment of precious time for a waste like you."

Ye Siming suddenly stretched out his boots, stepped on the tall and thin head, and directly pressed his head into the ground.

Everyone only heard a scream like killing a pig.

Ye Siming's sneer has not changed from beginning to end.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and his lowered eyes were gloomy and cold.

"I heard that your surname is Huang too?"

Ye Siming drew his sword and gestured twice with the white blade behind the tall and thin neck.

The blade of the sword was extremely sharp, and it was no problem to blow the hair and break the hair.

What's more, what about taking a head?

But Ye Siming thought about it for a while, and she had to pick up small things. Her clothes were stained with blood, so she might be afraid.

Changing clothes again and again is also a waste of time.

The tall, lanky man trembled under the edge of his sword, his trousers wet with a smack between his legs.

Just when he was shaking violently, thinking about asking for mercy.

Ye Siming had already put away his sword and asked the cavalry just now to lead the horse over.

The cavalry hurried to do so.

After Ye Siming got on his horse, he looked sideways and asked, "What's your name?"

"Hui Houye, Qin Song is a humble post."

The young man raised his eyebrows: "Qin Song, from now on, I'm not here, you are the commander-in-chief here. Keep an eye on them and practice, and don't let them go until sunset. If there are those who do not obey the discipline, they will be handled according to military regulations."

Qin Song cupped his hands: "Yes!"

A horse's hoof raised dust, and Ye Siming walked away.

Qin Song looked back, but saw that the soldiers who had just taken it seriously were practicing their fists and feet seriously.

No one cared about the tall, thin man lying on the ground.

Qin Song hesitated for a moment, and then passed by, pretending not to see it.

Anyway, there will be a military doctor to deal with it in a while.

The tall and thin man dared to turn a blind eye to Qin Song when he saw him.

He gritted his teeth and cursed: "Listen to the orders of a hairy boy, you are useless!"

Qin Song lowered his head and looked at him blankly.

"A promising person, lying here and having four fingers cut off. If I were you, I would rather be a worthless person with a good eye."

After all, he no longer cared about the tall and thin man, and shouted and scolded the soldiers to step up their training.

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Ye Siming's horse brought Ji Chen all the way.

It was not until the Four Seasons Sugar Shop that he reined in the reins, and the horse raised its front hooves high, with a high-pitched neigh.

Ye Siming tied the horse beside the acacia tree and pushed the door forward, only to find that it was locked from the inside.

He raised his eyebrows and thought about it, took two steps back, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the roof.

Then, the boy jumped easily and landed firmly in the backyard.

There was white smoke from the fire in the kitchen, and the voice of Gu Nuoer's constant milk cough came out.

"Cough, choking, huh..."

Ye Siming lifted the curtain and went in, only to see a small kitchen, filled with white smoke, like a fairyland!

The little guy is still pouting his ass, busy in front of the stove.