Everyone knows Chengyang Jun's character, dare to provoke him, he will be ten points, he is more ruthless than a jackal, and he is stronger than a tiger and a leopard when he bites people, he must have his ruthlessness and lifeless ability, he has already ascended to the throne of the king of Chu at this time, why not let a fool be pressed on his head for many years?

Yan Ping was originally joking, but when he saw that Feng Lingjun's "mother" was scolded, he couldn't help but smile, "The prince is angry, you think, the more like Chengyang Jun, the more likely he is to borrow soldiers, not to mention whether other countries have such strength, and Chengyang Jun's ability to play cards according to the rules is not comparable to others, he dares to do what others dare not do, and any etiquette and morality can be thrown aside." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info there is no more unreliable person in the world. ”

Feng Lingjun thought about it, after all, not anyone can do the matter of sending troops for a woman.

Having made up his mind, he rejoiced in his heart, and said to the servant, "If there is a happy event today, let's have a supper, and tell the cook to make two bowls of noodles to celebrate...... It should be white and less oil. ”

The servant went out in response, and inevitably slandered there, and the prince really came home with a slam. Less oil on the white surface? Other princes feed pigs more luxuriously than this.

As soon as Yan Ping thought of the appearance on that side, he immediately lost his appetite. hurriedly got up and said goodbye, only to come back another day to bother. Feng Lingjun saved a bowl of noodles, and he was happy in his heart.

To tell the truth, he can't help but pick the door, he needs money to recruit troops and horses, he needs money to envelop court officials, and he also needs money to hold a feast and contact with the royal family of various countries. He's not a moneymaker, so it's strange that he doesn't have a lot of money......

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At this time, Sanchun obviously didn't know that she was being remembered, and was going to put her in a box, give it to a man to chew slowly, and split her stomach.

Overall, except for Yan who usually dangles in front of her eyes from time to time, her life in the house is not bad. There is a green burden on everything, and she doesn't need to worry about anything, but she is also idle. But the days are too idle, and sometimes I forget what I came here for. She was very troubled by this, so as soon as she opened her eyes today, she asked Qing, "Where are you going today?" ”

Qingzheng straightened his clothes, and when he heard the words, he couldn't help but glance at her who was shrunk in the quilt, and said lightly: "Martial arts training ground." ”

Feng Lingjun has been training recently, and in addition to guarding the safety of the Prince's Mansion every day, the more important task of these warriors is to practice martial arts. Therefore, the samurai in Fuchu spent far more time on the martial arts training field than on duty.

Sanchun's eyes lit up and he smiled: "Can you take me with you?" ”

Qingwei was stunned, did you suddenly have the consciousness of being a samurai?

She should have gone a long time ago, as a prince and a warrior, she eats and sleeps every day, what kind of system has she become?

"Let's go." He took his sword and walked out.

Sanchun hurriedly got up and got dressed, and followed him out without even washing his face.

Feng Lingjun's mansion was not built in the downtown area like many wealthy families, but chose a good place with pleasant scenery in the westernmost suburbs. His entire mansion was built on a mountain, and beyond his backyard was a big mountain, and the martial arts training ground was built in the mountain.

They picked up the mountain and went up the mountain, this was the first time Sanchun saw the martial arts training ground of the Junhou Mansion, and he thought that Feng Lingjun would slam the door, and the martial arts training ground would be stingy, but he really saw that the talent was amazingly big.

She nodded frequently, and sighed with emotion in her heart, it seems that the chickens, ducks, and fish that should be eaten for them every day have been used to fill this field.

When they arrived, Cheng Ming was fighting a samurai, and the two of them exchanged swords and seemed to have fought dozens of moves. Cheng Ming was out of breath, his sword moves were getting slower and slower, but the other samurai was fighting more and more bravely, and victory or defeat was a foregone conclusion.

Miharu found it bored and yawned. Coincidentally, as soon as this yawn was finished, Cheng Ming was defeated.

Seeing him walk towards this side with a depressed face, she couldn't help but touch her nose, feeling embarrassed to be weird about him. If she knew he would win by picking her nose, she probably wouldn't yawn.

Seeing this, Qing pulled out his sword and jumped off the field, his vertical condensed the strength of his whole body, coupled with the momentum that fell from the sky, and for a while produced a powerful oppressive force.

The samurai who defeated Cheng Ming was originally a little proud, but when he was forced by Qing's momentum, he was suddenly defeated.

Qing Changjian waved and handed out eighty-eight sixty-four swords in an instant, he didn't want to defeat that person, just like looking for someone to feed the sword, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of moves only tired that person sweated.

Sanchun applauded again and again, and some people glared at her and thought she was noisy, but they didn't care.

When Cheng Ming saw it, he suddenly swept away his frustration and cheered for Qing with her. The voices of the two resounded in the martial arts training field, and the loud voices made people's eardrums hurt.

Qing was originally just moving his hands and feet, but he was screamed by the two of them, and he suddenly couldn't cry or laugh. Isn't this forcing him to show his skills?

He crossed his sword to his left hand, and the sword flower in his hand danced faster and faster.

After fighting for a long time, the samurai was also a little anxious, he was a first-class samurai, if he was not as good as a second-class samurai than a sword, how would he gain a foothold in the palace in the future? He worked hard and pulled out the book sword one after another, and the sword pointed to the key point.

Qing was a little annoyed, shook his hand, and the sword light rose into the sky, and the sword held several sword flowers in the air, like a snake spitting out the core, and stabbed straight into the center of the samurai's eyebrows. said that it was too late, and when the two swords were not handed over, the two sword qi collided, and there was a "ding" sound, and the bronze sword of the warrior was shocked out of his hand.

He was stunned, as if he still didn't believe it, and at this moment, Sanchun burst out, "Okay-"

This shout was really embarrassing, and when the samurai was neutral, several people glared at this side.

As a samurai, she is neither on duty nor participating in training, which is already criticized, and she is so unruly and distant, I don't know how many people look at her unpleasantly. At that time, a person came over, and the horizontal sword gave a slight salute to the chest, "Please sword." ”

This is what it means to ask for battle, Sanchun touched his waist, only to realize that he didn't bring a sword with him at all. Even if he was trained by Qing, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed at this moment.

As a samurai, she even forgot to wear a sword, so it's no wonder that others look down on her.

She stretched out her hand to Cheng Ming, and Cheng Ming hurriedly untied the sword at his waist and gave it to her, and inevitably whispered to her not to break the sword.

The sword is the life of the samurai, it is the symbol of the identity of the samurai, only the body of the sword, to prove that they are superior, if it is really broken, then Cheng Ming can only use the broken sword to kill himself, to die the sword.

Sanchun nodded, she had learned a few sword moves from Qing, and it was time to verify that what he had taught worked.

Stretched out her hand to draw her sword, there was no sound of dragon groaning, she used her mouth to match, "Cang Chang Chang-" Then the tip of the sword was below, the hilt of the sword was on the top, and the right hand pressed the left hand, giving the other party a standard number of salutes for the dead, "Please." ”

The warrior frowned, and did not answer, his sword moves were like the wind, and he made more than ten incoming moves in a row. These dozen moves are extremely fast, and I can't wait to kill them.