In the second year of Pingkang in the night dynasty, the night dynasty and the Yan country were constantly at war, and the wars were raging, and there was hardly a peaceful place in the two countries, and the people were not happy. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info but in the backyard of the Chang'an General's Mansion, there is a rare peace in this war-torn era.

Qiao Dui, who was only six years old, had already started practicing martial arts early, and she was accompanied by Qiu Yanchen, the son of Qiu Wenbin, the commander of the Night Dynasty. However, at this time, Qiu Yanchen was far behind Qiao Duan.

Qiu Wenbin was regarded as a victorious general by the people of the Night Dynasty, and the title of the god of war was spread in the market, but he gave birth to an only son but was weak and sickly, which did not break Qiu Wenbin's heart. Since childhood, Qiu Yanchen has been practicing martial arts, but he can practice knives, he can't lift it too much. Practicing the sword handle, it was soft without swinging it. Practice the art of war, read a few books and fall asleep.

One day, he took his son to visit the house of his brother General Qiao Junxian of the opposite sex, and saw in the backyard that his niece was only five or six years old and could practice Qiao's gun well, and Qiu Yanchen expressed great interest after seeing it, and ran over to learn it.

The two night generals smiled happily beside them, glanced at each other, and seemed to think of something, and the two of them competed to let each other speak first, and finally said in unison: "How about my two families kissing each other?"

In this way, six-year-old Qiao Du and Qiu Yanchen, who was only five years old, set up a young parent, just waiting for adulthood.

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the war is still raging, but these two little boys are still practicing the art of war day after day in this remote general's mansion.

Qiao Du wiped her sweat, her immature face was full of sweat, her eyebrows were a little displeased, she was looking at Qiu Yanchen who was lazy under the plane tree on the edge of the compound at this time, she had practiced seriously for more than an hour, but this guy only picked up his weapon and pretended to be when someone passed by.

Qiao Duan, who couldn't stand it, walked up to Qiu Yanchen angrily and scolded with the appearance of an eldest sister: "Hey! Autumn little brother! Are you practicing or not? If you don't practice, I'll tell Uncle Qiu! ”

Qiu Yanchen raised his head, and hurriedly got up when he saw Qiao Duan's puffed up: "Hey, don't, it's rare that my father is not here, I've only been lazy for a day."

"It's the first day of the month, right? And also! Call me sister, I'm older than you! Hmph, no matter what you do, today's dad said that Uncle will be back in early autumn, and it's up to you to see what you do then! Qiao Duan exposed Qiu Yanchen without giving face, this guy is lazy every day, if he hadn't helped keep the secret, he would have been raised by his father-in-law.

"Hey, hey, Sister Qiao, how about we invite you to eat choppy noodles in the afternoon? Help don't tell my dad, he knows he's going to have to kill me. ”

Although Qiu Yanchen is inferior to Qiao Duan in martial arts, he is completely suppressed by IQ, and due to his own background, he can be more mature than his peers, and he is also a little scheming, knowing that Qiao Duan likes to eat broken noodles in Aunt Wang's shop at the entrance of Chang'an Street, but his father never lets her go out.

So every time, Qiu Yanchen secretly took Qiao Du out in disguise, so Qiu Yanchen could always grasp Qiao Dui's weakness.

Qiao Dui was really moved when she heard this, she didn't seem to have sneaked out for several days, and she felt greedy when she thought about it, but she still pretended to say for the sake of face: "Next... The next is not an example. ”

"Hey~ Sister Qiao!"

Qiu Yanchen didn't know that he had heard it hundreds of times, and Qiao Duan didn't know how to change it.

In the afternoon, the two of them secretly ran out again, and a few walked to Aunt Wang's shop, at this time there were few people, but there were people on the street, and it was more lively than before, which made Qiu Yanchen a little puzzled, and swaggered into the store and shouted: "Aunt Wang, what day is today?"

Smelling the footsteps, Aunt Wang knew that it was Qiu Yanchen, the little bastard, who was coming, turned her head and saw that the little girl Qiao Duan was also here, and responded to Qiu Yanchen: "It's the Lantern Festival today, and I'm also preparing to go back to prepare tonight's dinner for my son, don't you know?" I know all day long! ”

Then he smiled at Qiao Dui and said, "Oh, little girl Qiao, I didn't know that you would come out today, it's really not the right time, but there is still a bowl of broken noodles left today, which is reserved for Qiu Yanchen's little bastard, so I will give it to you."

"I don't! I want it too! Qiu Yanchen stomped his feet and played tricks.

Qiao Duan glared at him with eyes that seemed to be about to kill, which made Qiu Yanchen silently shrink his neck, looking surprised.

Aunt Wang held back a smile while helping Qiao Du make the last bowl of broken noodles, and the two of them also found a random seat in the store and sat up, but there was no one sitting anywhere anyway.

Soon, a bowl of hot broken noodles was brought up and put in front of Qiao Dui, Qiao Dui's eyes lit up, and no matter what the ladies were, she moved the chopsticks to send noodles to her mouth, and then just ate it in her mouth because it was too hot, but she was embarrassed to spit it out, and her face was so red that she was stunned.

"Little girl Qiao, eat slowly, it's hot." Aunt Wang kindly comforted. 、

And Qiu Yanchen, who was sitting opposite, laughed heartlessly because he didn't have anything to eat, and Qiao Du glared at him again before he quieted down.

"Hey, Qiao Dui~"

"Huh?"

"Divide me?"

"No."

"Take a bite of it."

"No, who made you laugh at me just now."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, Sister Qiao, I was wrong, can I take a bite?"

"Poof, okay."

After eating broken noodles, Qiao Duan was also satisfied, and followed Qiu Yanchen to drill into the dog hole in the backyard of the General's Mansion, usually Qiu Yanchen went in first to explore the way, but as soon as he put his head in, he suddenly retracted back, with a frightened face, and Qiao Duan was puzzled.

Immediately after that, his big hand stretched out from the dog hole and dragged Qiu Yanchen in, and before Qiao Du could react, he heard Qiu Yanchen's scream on the other side of the wall: "Ah! Daddy, you tap! I'm just a son like you! No compensation for the dead. ”

"Little bastard still dare to talk back?"

"Dad, I was wrong, but can you stop scolding yourself for scolding me? Ah, don't, don't slap your face! Ahhh ”

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In the living room, Qiao Du and Qiu Yanchen both knelt on Qiu Wenbin and Qiao Junxian, Qiao Duan was nervous and was about to cry, because at this time, his father was discussing with Uncle Qiu who was wrong in this matter.

But Qiao Junxian looked at Qiu Yanchen's blue nose and swollen face and untidy clothes, obviously he had already been beaten, and he didn't take it lightly, and then Qiao Junxian couldn't bear it and decided to turn the finger on Qiao Duan, but Qiu Wenbin disagreed, he thought that everything was his fault for his little bastard son, and then the two argued.

"No, no, no, I think it's my family's fault."

"Hey, it's clearly my little bastard's fault."

"No, it's my family's fault!"

"No, it's my family's fault!"

Even Qiu Yanchen couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted: "Enough, one person does things and one person is responsible, don't quarrel, this pot is mine."

The two cast strange glances, Qiao Du wanted to cast a grateful gaze, but the next second Qiu Yanchen said: "Qiao Dui's stupid girl has the ability to sneak away, just her stupid head is the same as her father..."

Qiao Junxian nodded: "Well, I think this pot belongs to your son."

Qiu Wenbin seconded the proposal, and Qiao Duan expressed his support.

After a painful meal of Qiu Yanchen, Qiu Wenbin's wife and Qiao Junxian's wife also came back, bought a lot of things, and prepared to prepare for tonight's Lantern Festival banquet, there is a strange rule in the Central Plains, on the day of the Lantern Festival, no matter how much hatred you have, you have to put down your sword and finish today, although there is no literal rule, but as a Central Plains person, they abide by this rule very much, and the two countries also ceased war for a day.

At night, Qiu Yanchen, who was a "sinner", was pushed aside, Qiu Wenbin spoke, if he couldn't finish copying Sun Tzu's Art of War, don't think about eating, so angry that Qiu Yanchen ran away directly, and the people around him ignored him, they were all used to it.

Only Qiao Du noticed it, and when everyone was laughing and not paying attention to herself, she secretly took a few steamed buns and ran to the backyard to find Qiu Yanchen.

As soon as he arrived in the backyard, he found Qiu Yanchen, and at this time, he was squatting under the plane tree with his back to Qiao Dui, as if he was sobbing, and his body trembled.

Qiao Du was a little unbearable, and walked over and was about to speak to comfort him, when Qiu Yanchen suddenly turned around, his face full of oil: "Who?"

At a glance, relying on the faint light of the lantern in the backyard, Qiao Duan could also tell that this guy Qiu Yanchen was actually holding a pig's trotter and secretly gnawing on it, and it was stolen from the kitchen, Qiao Duan glanced at him, and sure enough, this guy couldn't care?

But the bun was also brought over, so let's give it to him, and take out the bun: "No, I secretly gave it to you."

Qiu Yanchen shook his head and took out a sauce elbow from his crotch: "No, I have something else, do you want it?"

Qiao Dui's face was black: "Where did you get it from?"

After dinner, the two leaned against the plane tree and chatted, and the courtyard began to make noise, as if they were ready to put Kong Ming lanterns, so excited that Qiao Duan immediately stood up: "Hey, Qiu Yanchen, let's go put Kong Ming lanterns, right?"

"If I don't go, I don't want to see that old guy." Qiu Yanchen was obviously still angry with his father, Qiao Duan thought about it, and ran out of the backyard as soon as he slipped away, but he came back soon and jumped back with two Kong Ming lanterns in his arms.

"Qiu Yanchen, let's put Kong Ming lanterns together."

Hundreds of lanterns slowly rose in Chang'an City, adding a lot of life to the starry night sky, and seemed to drive away the oppressive atmosphere caused by the long war.

Qiu Yanchen looked at Qiao Du next to him who was raising his head and closing his eyes to make a wish, and it took a while before it ended, Qiu Yanchen asked, "What wish did you make?"

"If you don't tell you, it won't work if you tell others." Qiao Du smiled sheepishly.

Qiu Yanchen has always had the spirit of a dead face, and asked again with perseverance: "Tell me, I'll tell you mine later."

In fact, Qiao Du was also very curious about what this usually unruly guy would make, but when he thought of his wish, he suddenly blushed: "No... No. ”

"Hey, what are you shy, say." Qiu Yanchen could see at a glance that Qiao Duan was shy, but he also wanted to tell himself, so he took the opportunity to say, "Anyway, aren't you curious about my wishes?"

"That's... Then you are not allowed to tell anyone. ”

"Good, good."

"My wish is that one day the white horse general in my mind can ride a tall and mighty white horse and wear silver armor to marry me." Saying that, Qiao Du blushed a little: "Okay, it's your turn."

Qiu Yanchen suddenly raised his head to the sky and shouted: "My wish is to become the white-robed general in Qiao Dui's heart!" Then ride a white horse and marry her! Hahahahaha! ”

"Qiu Yanchen, you are shameless!" Qiao Du was annoyed.

"What shameless, you were originally my daughter-in-law, hahahaha!"

"Hmph, who wants to marry you sick son!"

"It's not a sick man, it's a white-robed general!"

"Shameless!"

In the second or third year of the night dynasty Pingkang, a generation of military god Qiu Wenbin was plotted and died on the battlefield, and in the same year, his ten-year-old son Qiu Yanchen mixed into the Qiao family's army for the armor to enlist.

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