Chapter 645 (2/2)

Seeing this, Wang Jing and Peng Mu quickly stood up, saluted and responded:

”thank you for your concern. We are all right.”

Zhong lizhan, the direct grandson of Ximan Wang, has just returned from Qianlong's secret land, with a warm smile peculiar to southwest people. Then he salutes Wang and Peng Mu's father, and continues to speak:

”I think you are the elders of Wang Xiaowei and Peng Xiaowei's family. Zhong lizhan is polite and discovers that Peng Xiaowei is Wang Jing's brother-in-law People cooperate so well. ”

After a few words of greetings, Zhong lizhan drank his glass and left. Wang Jing put his head close to the puzzled old man Wang's ear and whispered in a low voice:

”Siman Wang, one of the three kings of the great Xia Dynasty, you are not unfamiliar with him. This is his grandson.”

Although Wang Jing's voice was not very loud, it was enough to reach the rest of the people's ears. Therefore, everyone was surprised. But then, another influential military personage came to talk. Wang Jing and Peng Mu saluted each other.

”This commander-in-chief of the Shenjian camp of the southwest wilderness army.

”This is the son of a general from the running tiger army.

”This is an unusual origin. His father, Wu Yuanbo, is a young general in LiuYe lane.”

The selection of military forces in the army has made the elite of the army who is usually proud to remember Wang Jing who gathered and scattered quicksand thoroughly. If there is no accident, this young and handsome talent who has entered the eyes of the emperor will be a rising general and star in summer, and will write a heavy ink and color in the future history.One by one, the names of the sons of generals gradually numbed Wang and others. It was the first time that they had a profound understanding. Wang Jing, who had not been in the army for a long time, had made achievements that they could not imagine.

Peng Mu and Wang Jing are probably born soldiers.

The Mingde Hall of Baidi palace has a large area, so it is not easy to be fully occupied on weekdays. But this time, because of the convenience of transmitting scrolls, the private banquet held by the Lord of the great Xia Dynasty in the year of the eighty-nine of the great summer calendar was the largest in all the years, and the whole hall was completely filled with excitement.

All of a sudden, a loud voice sounded directly at the gate of Mingde hall, and the word ”Lin Xiao” could be heard. Then the people in the hall looked at the door one after another. A slender young man in a black robe and holding a beautiful girl with slightly protruding abdomen walked slowly into the hall.

Lin Xiao's face was as confident and heavy as usual, and his steps were steady. Gradually, in the eyes of all the people in the hall, he seemed to gradually overlap with another figure.

Calm, introverted and unremarkable, it contains a mountain of immobility that can resist thousands of troops.

There are people of the older generation who are familiar with Lin Lang in the hall. They look at the people around them and say slowly:

”Lin Xiao, the eldest son of Zhenyu Houfu's residence, returned after missing for more than half a year. He has the demeanor of Zhenyu Marquis. This immovable Ming king of Daxia seems to have a successor.”