The devil is weak and frail

Chapter 189 Princess of the Desert×Short-lived Prince (2)

Those men were crying with snot and tears, unwilling to leave Jiang Min.

Bei Xiangrui is heartless, and he can't bear the sight of big men crying. Their desert men, who bleed but don't shed tears, look like crying.

Bei Xiangrui gave the guard a look. The guard took out a ball of cloth from nowhere and stuffed it into the men's mouths, blocking their mouths so that the men could not speak.

Jiang Min hugged the fox without raising her head. Xiahou Xinlian beside her felt that the princess was a little different, but she couldn't tell what was different.

Feeling bad?

The reputation of their princess in the desert is not very good, but she is very respected. They all said that if the princess is a man, the seat of Da Khan must be hers. It's a pity...

Jiang Ren's traveling team was huge, a large round-topped carriage that could fit a big bed and still had spare room, followed by a team of thousands of people, playing and singing songs exclusive to the desert.

For fear that others would not know her identity.

At night, when Jiang Min and the others were fast asleep, they sneaked out and took a breath.

In the depths of the forest late at night, apart from the rustling of leaves being blown by the wind, there was also the humming and humming of a group of men practicing martial arts.

A man wearing a black veil and a dark purple suit was surrounded by several people who respectfully sent the man outside.

"Your Highness, don't worry, with veterans around, I will help you train these soldiers well so that you can succeed in the future."

Zhiheng nodded and said, "Uncle Zhang, you are my father's confidant, I trust you."

Uncle Zhang bent his waist: "I have relied on my master's appreciation for many years... Let me assist His Highness to complete the great cause today."

Zhiheng was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand to support Uncle Zhang, "Uncle Zhang, get up quickly, we, uncle and nephew, don't want to be separated."

Uncle Zhang stood up, looking at Zhiheng's face that looked like his master, he respected him a little in his heart, "Yes."

"His Royal Highness, you have been out for a few days, and it is time to go back. It would be bad if those people in the palace suspect."

Zhiheng nodded: "I know Uncle Zhang, I will hurry back as soon as possible."

Uncle Zhang didn't know that Zhiheng came here for another important reason besides investigating the current situation of the hidden guards.

He came to assassinate Jiang Ren, Princess of the Desert.

In order to provoke a war between the desert and the Central Plains, when they fight to the point of losing both sides, he can take advantage of the fire to loot.

Zhiheng left the place where the secret guards were secretly trained, and easily found a resting place for the pro-team.

He has been counting the time, he knows when and where the wedding team will go.

Zhiheng, who was hiding in a high place, cast his eyes on the princess sedan chair, but in the sedan chair, Zhiheng did not see Jiang Min's figure.

Just when he was wondering, a brisk female voice sounded.

"Who do you want?"

"I can help you."

Zhiheng turned her head vigilantly, looking at the naughty woman sitting on the branch.

She was dressed in a black dress with a wolf fur shawl on her shoulders, making her graceful and luxurious.

There is only one woman in the marriage team who can dress like this, and that is... the princess of the desert, Jiang Ren.

Zhiheng's eyes were fixed, and his hand secretly fumbled for the dagger at his waist.

Jiang Min saw it with sharp eyes, and warned in a cold voice: "You must think about it carefully. Once this sword is drawn, let's say goodbye. We will be strangers in this life."

Zhiheng was at a loss for some reason when he heard Jiang Min's words.

He finally didn't go down, and finally left with the short sword.

(End of this chapter)