After rebirth, I remarried the domineering 9000-year-old

Shen Nanxing: ???

The Ghost Blade is a world-famous blade, crafted by Master Feng Xuan over five years. It can cut through iron like mud...

Moreover, Master Fengxuan is the most powerful sword-making master in the four countries in the past hundred years!

Isn't this good?

You know, the only dagger in the world that's better than the Ghost Blade is...

But that dagger is more like a legend, only heard of, never seen. Whether it really exists is still debatable.

Among those who have passed away today, Ghost Blade is definitely ranked first.

Perhaps Fu Jiuli didn't know? After all, in her previous life, she had never seen this man use short weapons. He always preferred long swords and spears.

Shen Nanxing thought so and did not answer for a while.

Fu Jiuli frowned: "Do you like the dagger he gave you so much?"

His words enlightened Shen Nanxing.

She twitched her lips. It wasn't that the dagger was bad, it was clearly that the person who gave it to her was not to her liking...

Jealous again.

A smile flashed across her starry eyes. "No, no, that dagger was lent to me by Hu Lin, not given to me as a gift. I have to return it, so I can't lose it."

Fu Jiuli was silent for a moment: "If you like anything in the future, you can tell me."

It's just a dagger, but I have to borrow it from someone...

It seems that Hu Lin is really not that good and is very stingy.

I don't know how the old man, the Minister of Works, taught his son. It was just a broken dagger. He gave it to him, but he actually asked for it to be returned?

He is indeed not worthy of her.

Shen Nanxing smiled: "Okay, I will tell you everything I like in the future."

Then he said cautiously: "That ghost, the dagger that Hu Lin lent me..."

Fu Jiuli: "I sent someone to return it yesterday."

When Feng Wei presented him with this dagger yesterday, he recognized it as the Ghost Blade. The Minister of Works wanted to give it to him, but he refused.

So he guessed that it was Hu Lin's, so he asked Fengwei to deliver it directly to Hu Lin.

Unexpectedly, Hu Lin lent her the Ghost Blade.

How stingy! That's unacceptable!

Hearing him say this, Shen Nanxing felt relieved since the Ghost Blade had been returned to Hu Lin.

Since she couldn't sleep, she explained to him in detail the arrangements for tomorrow's military deployment.

The woman spoke of the war arrangements in a clear voice full of confidence. Fu Jiuli listened carefully until she finished speaking in one breath.

Then he asked him, "Could you please give me some advice, Ninth Prince? Is there anything wrong with this arrangement?"

In fact, Fu Jiuli had already learned about the specific deployment for tomorrow from Qiao Da and others. After listening to her carefully, he suggested adjustments to several small details.

Although it is not a big problem if there is no adjustment, it will obviously be safer if there is an adjustment.

I hadn't intended to tell you this, because he would protect her anyway.

But since she asked, he had to tell her.

Hu Lin is a military strategist, so he must have made suggestions for the current deployment.

He had to let her know that Hu Lin, the military advisor, was just that...

Shen Nanxing's eyes lit up when she heard this: "Yes, Fu Jiuli, you are amazing. How could I not have thought of what you said? Tomorrow we will do as you say!"

Fu Jiuli pursed her lips lightly: "What should I do tomorrow?"

She didn't arrange anything for him from beginning to end.

"You..." Shen Nanxing was stunned for a moment: "Just stay in the barracks and help me guard the rear, okay?"

The only time she had seen him on the battlefield was when he came to save her in her previous life...

He was holding a blood-stained spear, his eyes were bloodshot and cold, and his black clothes were soaked in blood, like a demon crawling out of hell.

He alone harvested the heads of countless Donglai people.

He was very capable, but she never wanted to see him like that again.

Just thinking about it made her feel heartbroken, her eyes sore, and she wanted to cry.

Shen Nanxing's emotions permeated the dim tent.

Fu Jiuli instinctively sensed her low mood. Why was she suddenly so unhappy?

Does she really want him to stay in the military camp?

I don't know why, but...

"it is good."

Seeing that the woman's mood really improved after he agreed, he said, "Go to bed early. You have to get up early tomorrow."

Shen Nanxing replied softly: "Okay, you should go to bed early too."

There was no sound in the tent and it suddenly became quiet.

Shen Nanxing couldn't sleep. The painful memories of his previous life just came back to him, and his heart couldn't calm down for a while.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she saw the lonely figure of a man in black. He had guarded her grave for half his life and finally died tragically...

I really want to hug him.

As she listened to the man's breathing gradually steady, she became interested.

He was already asleep, so she went to hug him secretly. It would be okay...