Isn't this princess so cruel?

The expressions of the crowd were quite indescribable, and they were complicated.

In the end, it was obvious that Zhang Mou was a little stunned by this sudden attack, but he relied on his instinctive reaction to block his arms above his neck, and his calm and rock-like steps were also grinding back a little bit under the strength of the impact step by step.

Immediately, everyone saw Cheng Jingyun, who had almost a hundred punches, jumped up and turned over after the last punch, jumped to the original position, and looked at Zhang Mou with a slight pant, as if he was tired.

“……”

Yes, Cheng Jingyun is tired.

Originally, a lot of things have happened in the palace these days, even if they were resolved in the end and not investigated, but after all, there was a layer of depression in her heart, which was also the reason why she was depressed in recent days.

Now that she is fighting heartily in this punch venting, her depression has been easily replaced, making her physically a little tired and mentally very refreshed.

In the early morning, the cool breeze blew a few drops of sweat hanging on the eyebrows, making the originally hot body feel refreshed for a moment, but without the previous coldness, which made people feel happy.

Naturally, Cheng Jingyun showed a happy smile.

But in the eyes of others, it doesn't taste right.

Zhang Mou struggled to open one of his swollen eyes, and moved his forearms that had just intercepted many punches, and his body sounded a small "click" sound with his movements.

I couldn't catch up when I opened my eyes and looked up, and what I saw was that blind smile of pleasure.

？？？

She smiled???

She actually laughed???

In Zhang Mou's rough man's opinion, the person opposite was rejoicing in the victory and laughing at him.

Zhang Mou's scarred face suddenly became gloomy, he didn't know what she had done to him, every time he punched, he couldn't use his strength, and there were some places where she was extremely painful after being punched lightly.

Enchantress.

This Zhang Mou is not only outstanding, but also an extremely good-looking person, the whole military camp is looking at him, how can he lose in the hands of a woman.

Xinsheng's eyes slid over a touch of gloom, his face swept around vaguely, and then he made a posture of fighting again and looked at Cheng Jingyun not far away, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and the palm of his fist turned silently and moved, and no one noticed.

Since you have played tricks on me, then don't blame me for being rude to you, the princess.

……

"Lord Wang." A deep young male voice sounded behind Song Zhancheng.

Song Zhancheng turned his eyes to look sideways when he heard this, and when he saw the visitor, there was a trace of doubt in his eyes but he was not surprised, and the corners of his lips raised a slight arc and asked, "Why are you here?" ”

The man seemed to laugh and teased, "It's so lively here, how can you come down and take a look." ”

If Cheng Jingyun was here, she would definitely find that the person who was ridiculing and talking to Song Zhancheng was the masked man in green clothes that she had been paying attention to and proposing to learn from at the Chaoyue meeting.

Song Zhancheng looked up at Cheng Jingyun, who was fighting, and replied helplessly: "It's really lively." ”

As soon as this little girl came, she started to do things.

But looking at her, it seems that the gloom between her eyebrows has disappeared a little more than before, and it seems that she still needs to be brought out.

The man in Tsing Yi sighed lightly in his heart, and his face was not obvious, and suddenly he heard Song Zhancheng's faint inquiry.

"What does the defense map look like?" Song Zhancheng asked casually while looking at it, this military defense drawing is from Kyoto, and it is extremely important, and it is also for more protection to invite him to come and see.

The man in Tsing Yi looked a lot more serious when he heard that it was a serious matter, "Lord Wang, your original layout is already excellent, but there are some details that I think can continue to be improved." ”

Song Zhancheng heard that his eyelids drooped thoughtfully, so he nodded, his eyes were appreciative, "Okay, then I'll come to the main camp later." ”

"Come on General Zhang!"

"Your Excellency, Princess! That's right! A punch over hahaha. ”

"Haha, it's so cool to look at this, it's much more energetic than training those little soldiers."

"That's it."

……

They were talking about business on one side, and on the other hand, it was in full swing, and in the end, all the small soldiers gathered around them had shouted to help on both sides, supporting Zhang Mou and General Zhang on the one hand, and supporting Princess Cheng Jingyun on the other.

After talking about business, Tsing Yi wanted to get closer and take a closer look, but suddenly found that Zhang Mou's fist hit Cheng Jingyun's right hand and seemed to be a little wrong.

frowned, usually the fist is four fingers together, the thumb covers the upper half of the index finger and is close to the middle finger, and the center of the four fingers of Zhang Mou's right fist seems to be a little empty, and the thumb does not fit in the original place, and the man in Tsing Yi has an alarm in his heart.

Cheng Jingyun, who was opposite Zhang Mou, looked a little wrong, but she didn't have time to think about it and punched it, and the angle of his punch was tricky, and she could only face it head-on.

"Bang."

Suddenly, before her fist could match Zhang Mou's fist, suddenly in a blink of an eye, a bony hand from the side intervened between them with lightning speed, blocking the opposite punch for her.

Breathlessly, the man seemed to be unable to stand the force and was shocked and took a few steps back, but Zhang Mou's face was a little ugly.

Raising his eyes and lifting his eyes, the figure felt a little familiar, but the face was unfamiliar, it was a young face with a bookish atmosphere, and the eyebrows were full of solemnity.

Cheng Jingyun stood aside and gasped slightly, and couldn't help but wonder why this person suddenly came out.

Song Zhancheng witnessed the whole process on the side, just now he wanted to go to something else, and was shocked by the air flow of the figure running quickly beside him, and suddenly raised his eyes to see the person who was still talking to him just now running towards the two people in the field.

So he stepped up and naturally saw that scene, Song Zhancheng frowned fiercely, pursed his lips and glanced at Zhang Mou with a blank face, and then strode to Cheng Jingyun and swept the person carefully, "Are you okay?" ”

"What can I do?" Cheng Jingyun was quite puzzled and didn't understand, how did she think these two people were wrong.

When the group of people gathered next to them saw these two people suddenly in the scene, the sound of cheering and drumming just now was silenced, and no one dared to speak anymore, and they all immediately raised their heads and stood tall and serious.

"Strategist, what do you mean?" Zhang Mou looked at the man in Tsing Yi who was blocking him with a displeased face, a little annoyed, confused and sarcastic.

The man in Tsing Yi seemed to be trying his best to hold back the painful expression on his face, and when he heard this, the corners of his lips were ridiculed, so he looked at Zhang Mou, shook his hand with red finger bones and some pain, and teased with a smile: "This general is your fault, you see that your fists are so hard and you are still bullying the princess, and when the time comes, you will be annoyed to hurt the princess, be careful not to let you marry your daughter-in-law." ”

"Poof."

"Ahem."

Some of the soldiers who tried their best to suppress their laughter hung their heads, not daring to look at their leaders' blackened faces, and Gu Zi struggled to hold back the laughter.

Awesome, I can't marry a daughter-in-law, this military advisor really dares to say it.

Zhang Mou was also brought in, his face suddenly darkened, and he suddenly raised his head as if he thought of something, not a smile, but a slight warning coldness.

Zhang Mou's cold sweat was dripping, how did he see it, did the prince know?