Chapter 191: : Zuo Yang is back!

On the avenue leading to the King of Fire, a team of carriages moved slowly. This fleet has a total of 21 carriages, and the middle one is particularly luxurious.
Ryuzhi Otsugi opened the window and looked at the scenery outside and said, "The Land of Fire is indeed one of the five great countries! I have really seen the style of a great country along the way!"
"I believe that under the leadership of the daimyo, the country of grass will get better and better." The one who drove in the same car with Otsugi of Ryu was inseparable. The eyesight of this beautiful girl had recovered, and she held a He said with a smile while looking at the book.
"Yeah! The prime minister said that the governance methods of big countries and small countries are different, and the ultimate goal of small countries is not a bigger country. I believe that the future of the country of grass must be no worse than the country of fire!" Ryuzhi Yishan nodded, his face There was a confident smile on his face. At this time, a huge gate appeared in front of Luzhi Yishan, and she tugged and shouted: "Infinitely, look at that gate, are we almost there?"
Wu Jian pulled his head out of the book, glanced at it, and lowered his head and said, "Yes! This is the gate of the King of Fire. The Prime Minister is inside!"
"The Prime Minister..." Lu Zhi Yi Shan Qiao blushed, and it was less than a month since she was separated, but she really missed her prime minister! Thinking of seeing that guy later, the joy of this grass country daimyo was beyond words.
Zuo Yang, the pommel horse sitting in the front carriage, also opened his eyes at this time. He opened the door and said to the servant who was following the carriage: "Bring the horse here! I'll ride the rest of the way."
"Yes!" The servant bowed respectfully, and in a moment he brought a big red horse. Kurama Zuoyang swiftly turned on his horse, then stood there and waited until the carriage of Luzhi Yishan approached, and he leaned forward to remind him in a gentle voice: "Da Ming, my young master is ready to welcome you at the gate of the city in front. Don't lose it. The etiquette of the country of grass!"
"Huh?! The prime minister will come to greet him personally?!" Ryuzhi Otsugi was startled and touched his face subconsciously. She turned her head and looked at Wu Jian and asked, "I, am my face clean? Are there any vegetable leaves on my teeth? By the way, should I change my clothes?"
"Da Ming calm down!" Wu Jian had to put down the book again. She clasped the shoulders of Ryu's Otosan and stared into Da Ming's eyes and said: "Your face is very clean, your teeth are white as snow, and your clothes are cute and cute. . Daming, you are perfect!"
"Really, really?" Ryuzhi Otsugi asked with a weeping look.
"Really!" Wu Jian nodded his head earnestly.
The Kurama Zuo Yang outside the carriage also nodded and said, "Daiming is very beautiful. She is the most beautiful woman the old man has ever seen."
"Hehehe, thank you Mr. Zuo Yang for your compliment. Well, then I'm ready!" Ryu Otsugi calmed down, and after an embarrassing smile, he adjusted his expression and sat down in a good manner. In the carriage.
Under the city gate, Ming Jing stood upright wearing a Chinese dress with Yue Qi, and behind him were the clerk of the Prime Minister's Mansion and sixteen members of the arrowhead, who came to maintain order on the scene. The Moon's Breath is very close to Mingjing, and she said: "Master, I heard that the name of the country of grass is very beautiful!"
"Well, it's really beautiful, it's the most beautiful of the girls I've ever seen." Ming Jing looked forward and said with a little excitement.
"More beautiful than Miss Hinata?" Moon Breath asked unwillingly.
"Yeah!" Ming Jing nodded again and said, "Prettier than Hinata."
This next month's breath can't speak, in her memory, Miss Hinata is the most important person in her young master's heart! But the young master actually said that Daming, the country of grass, is more beautiful than Miss Hinata, which is incredible!
"Come!" Ming Spiegel saw the team at this time, tidyed up the collar a little, and put on a gentle smile on his face. Before the pommel horse saluted him, he walked over and pulled the other side and said: "These days are hard work. Old man foreigner."
"It is an old honor to be able to do things for the young master. This time we will not humiliate our mission and have no face of losing the country of fire." Kurama Zuo Yang said this, with a smug smile on his face. He is the man who fought with the representatives of the country at the negotiation table! Based on this, his name will be left in future history books.
"Hahaha, the old man is going out, I am a hundred minds." Ming Jing said with a smile. After greeted Kurama Zuo Yang, he walked to the carriage of Li Zhiyishan. He bowed his hands and shouted: "Kurama Mingjing, prime minister of the country of fire, welcomes the daimyo of the country of grass! Please come with me into the city and take a rest."
Opened the car door, condescendingly looked at the bowing Ming Jing and whispered, "Please lead the way."
Ming Spiegel raised her head and glanced at Wu Jian, and she found that the girl's eyes seemed a little angry at him! Ming Jing thought for a while, and seemed to understand. He nodded kindly towards Wu Jian, then turned and walked to the front, chatting with Kurama Zuo Yang and leading the team inside.
As soon as Wujian returned to the carriage, she was immediately pulled over by Li Zhiyishan, and the little girl said angrily, "What are you doing with Wujian? The prime minister has walked forward. What if he hates me?"
"Don't worry!" Wu Jian rolled his eyes and dig out a book from his package and said: "It is written in this book that men don't like women who often show up. The prime minister was in the country of grass before, and there was a man next to him. The little girl of Xianglin, the prime minister has never let her appear in front of us. This shows that this book is still right!"
"Really?" Li Zhiyishan snatched the book and looked at it. It seemed that the writing seemed to make sense! But she was not sure, after all, Ming Jing was not an ordinary man!
"Whether it's true or not, it's too late to change it anyway." Incessantly took out the book and continued reading, said indifferently.
"That's also..." Like a deflated balloon, Li Zhiyi sat feebly in the carriage, not even looking at the colorful world of King of Fire outside.
The team soon arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the monthly interest mobilized everyone, and the grassland team that came with the law of Yishan was properly arranged. The Yishan of Law got off the carriage under the constant protection, and at first glance he saw the Moon Breath standing beside Ming Jing. As a girl's intuition, Li Zhiyishan immediately noticed Yuexi's thoughts on Mingjing!
At this time, Ming Spiegel also saw Lu Zhiyishan getting off the carriage. UU read www.uukanshu.com and he walked over and said, "Daimyo, I said it! Even if I leave, the country of grass can still operate freely."
"Yeah, what the Prime Minister said is right!" Li Zhi Yishan nodded, and she looked at Yue Xi and asked, "Who is this? Does the Prime Minister not introduce me to you?"
"Oh!" Ming Jing patted his head and greeted Yue Xi and said, "I would like to introduce to the daimyo, this is my best subordinate, the temporary chief of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Fire."
"I've seen a daimyo!" Yuexi quietly looked at the Yishan of the general law, and at this moment she understood why the young master thought this girl was more beautiful than Hinata. Even if it is the beauty of the month's breath, the first time she sees Lvzhiyishan, she will be amazed by her beauty.
"It's polite!" Li Zhi Yishang nodded slightly, the name Fan was full. It happened that he was still a little girl, and this seriousness on him was a little more cute.
Seeing this scene, Yuexi couldn't help smiling and said, "Daiming is so cute!"
"Cough cough... Thanks, thank you..." Lu Zhi Yishan's face blushed slightly, and she turned her head to look elsewhere, and said in a low voice of thanks. (To be continued.) 8