The princess returns strongly, and the divorced regent is busy chasing his wife

Nangong Mingxuan stood tall in the military camp, his eyes sparkling and his expression excited, as he spoke loudly to boost morale.

Every word was like a war drum, striking heavily in the soldiers' hearts, making their blood boil and their fighting spirit high.

When the soldiers had assembled, they heard a loud and majestic marching horn that resounded through the clouds and cut through the sky.

Then, the army, led by Wushang, Guimei, Lengze and Lengao, marched in neat and powerful steps. They were like a steel torrent, majestic and unstoppable, advancing firmly towards the border of Lengyue.

On the other side, Ouyang Miaoling had also packed up. She was wearing a light blue long dress with fluttering sleeves, like a fairy descending from the earth. Accompanied by Xiaoyue, Xiaoyun, Zhang Yun and Li Jing, she walked lightly to the military camp.

Nangong Mingxuan did not set out with the army because he wanted to say goodbye to her.

He quietly waited in the military camp, looking forward to the familiar figure that haunted his dreams to appear soon. As time passed, he became more and more anxious, but he still waited patiently.

Finally, when he saw the familiar figure looming in the crowd from afar, an indescribable joy suddenly surged in his heart. He couldn't wait to walk out of the tent and rushed over to meet him.

"You're up now, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Nangong Mingxuan asked with concern, his eyes full of tenderness and care.

His caring voice echoed in the air, and the people nearby couldn't help but smile at each other in understanding.

Ouyang Miaoling looked at their expressions with dismay, knowing that they must be laughing at her in their hearts, and she couldn't help feeling embarrassed and annoyed.

She raised her hand and gently patted Nangong Mingxuan on the body, saying coquettishly: "It's all your fault. How dare you say that!"

Nangong Mingxuan walked forward regardless, and held her in his arms without hesitation and extremely gently, as if she was the most precious and fragile treasure in the world.

Then, he lowered his head slightly, leaned close to her small and round earlobe like a pearl, and whispered in a low and magnetic voice: "My princess, you can hug me whenever you want."

When the people following behind her heard this, they were stunned at first, and then an expression of embarrassment that was difficult to conceal appeared on their faces.

They looked at each other and turned away at the same time tacitly, as if they were afraid that one more glance would destroy the beautiful atmosphere of the two lovers being alone, thus leaving them with this last private time that belonged only to the two of them.

Ouyang Miaoling never imagined that the ancients expressed their love so passionately and unrestrainedly, and they didn't even care about the eyes of the people around them, and just held her in their arms so openly.

Her cheeks suddenly turned red, as beautiful and juicy as a ripe apple.

Shyness and embarrassment intertwined, causing her to struggle involuntarily, trying to push away the man who was hugging her tightly and loving her deeply, and whispered softly: "Stop making trouble, it's time to leave."

However, although Nangong Mingxuan was reluctant to leave, looking at her shy and charming appearance, he finally nodded obediently and said slowly: "Okay... Let's go. I will take you there, and then return to the army."

Ouyang Miaoling was about to refuse, but the man in front of her suddenly became extremely domineering, and leaned over and kissed her delicate thin lips.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the whole world was just the two of them. This kiss was passionate and lasted for a long time.

Nangong Mingxuan reluctantly let her go, his eyes filled with endless attachment and tenderness, and emphasized again: "Don't refuse."

Ouyang Miaoling had no way to deal with Nangong Mingxuan, so she nodded shyly at him and agreed to let him accompany them.

Just like that, with Nangong Mingxuan's order, they jumped on their horses. Nangong Mingxuan still rode on the same horse with Ouyang Miaoling, followed by a team of twenty people. They held various hot weapons that did not belong to this era in their hands, rifles, machine guns, sniper rifles,... sitting upright on their backs, looking ahead with their eyes wide open.

"Let's go..." With the commander's order, they spurred their horses and galloped towards their destination.

After sending you thousands of miles away, we must eventually say goodbye. After they ran for a while, it was finally time to say goodbye.

Nangong Mingxuan sat upright on the majestic white horse with a nimble posture. He held the reins tightly and shouted softly, and the horse stopped obediently and steadily.

There was a hint of reluctance in his eyes. He slowly raised his arms and gently hugged Ouyang Miaoling from behind.

He lowered his head slightly and buried his face deep in her swan-like slender and graceful shoulders and neck, as if he wanted to inhale all the unique fragrance of her body into his lungs.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, with only the breeze gently blowing through their hair and clothes.

After a long time, Nangong Mingxuan finally straightened up slowly, but his hands were still reluctantly on Ouyang Miaoling's shoulders.

He took a deep breath, as if he had mustered up his courage deep in his heart, and then resolutely made an important decision. Then, he turned over and jumped off the horse with a neat movement.

After standing firmly, Nangong Mingxuan looked at Ouyang Miaoling in front of him with concentration and affection, and said solemnly: "I can only send you here. You must not forget what you promised me. You must return safely no matter what!" His words were full of concern and worry.

Hearing this, Ouyang Miaoling's body trembled slightly. She bit her lip, as if she wanted to use all her strength to respond to Nangong Mingxuan's instructions.

"Well... I definitely will." Although her voice was not loud, it was full of firmness and determination.

Then, Nangong Mingxuan raised the black horsewhip in his right hand high, swung it hard, and hit the horse's butt hard.

The frightened horse neighed and ran forward like crazy like an arrow.

Ouyang Miaoling sat on the bumpy horse's back, holding the reins tightly with both hands, trying to control the frightened mount under her.

But even so, she couldn't help but turn around and look eagerly in the direction of Nangong Mingxuan behind her.

She wanted to take one more look at the figure that made her worried, even if it was just for a brief moment.

However, as the distance grew farther, Nangong Mingxuan's figure gradually became blurred.

Finally, when he completely disappeared from Ouyang Miaoling's sight, she slowly turned her head away, no longer lingering.

Then, she gently squeezed the horse's belly, waved the whip in her hand, and drove the horse under her crotch to continue galloping forward.

The sound of horse hooves rang out, raising a cloud of dust, like a rolling yellow dragon galloping towards the distance.