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Inside the palace, in the hall of manna.

The emperor has a hosta and beads, dressed in a beautiful jacket and brocade clothes, and his expression is calm and serene, and he still seems to be the prince who was determined to reform at the beginning, only the white hair of the sideburns can let people know that in the months after the death of the emperor, the vicissitudes of the empire have changed dramatically, and this young and powerful person has been tormented fiercely.

At this moment, outside the pearl curtain, in front of the golden hall, a young general in black armor stood with his hands arched, his figure solemn and solemn.

Now, in the grassland army of Jin County, the leaders and generals of all sizes have a list of generals of the empire, and there are various bounties on it.

On the list, this black-armored general ranks first among the younger generation of the empire.

Speaking of martial arts, Lu Zilong.

The emperor held the battle report in his hand, looked at Lu Zilong, and smiled a lot on his face, "Good, good, good." ”

After saying three good words in a row, the emperor praised: "In these few raids, you have done a good job, greatly showing the prestige of the empire, only with a cavalry army of 800 people, killing more than 3,000 enemy heads, and your own casualties are less than half, which is already very good, it is really a blessing for the royal family to have such a performance like you." ”

Lu Zilong knelt on one knee and did not speak, and he didn't seem to be moved by such a compliment.

The emperor didn't mind, he knew this Lu Zilong's temperament, and he always had an indifferent look on his face, but when he thought of his little sister, the emperor couldn't help but have a headache.

His little sister is the same age as Lu Zilong, when the emperor was in power, she sneaked out of the palace many times to find Lu Zilong, originally, if the two of them really like it, there is still some hope.

However, when he ascended the throne from the crown prince to the emperor, he had little hope, his little sister fell in love with his nephew, how could there be results in such a generational disorder?

The royal family will not agree, and the world will not agree.

Flowers bloom, fruitless.

Lu Zilong knelt on the ground and was silent.

The atmosphere seemed a little cold.

The emperor thought of his little sister's pleading, and thought of Lu Zilong's talent this time, thought about it, and still asked: "Zilong, what do you think of the little princess?" ”

What do you think?

This strange question made Lu Zilong stunned, and he immediately clenched his fists, just about to say something......

"Brother Huang!"

A cry came from the door of the Hall of Manna.

The red dress is in full bloom.

It's like Fuso.

The little princess walked out of the palace gate slowly, with light makeup, like a proud lady of a big family, but she did not have the grace and luxury of a princess at all.

Come to think of it, she'd just been eavesdropping at the door.

The little princess walked to the palace, first saluted, and then said solemnly: "Brother Huang, General Lu has had a hard time in the battle, and I hope that Brother Huang will let him go back to rest as soon as possible." ”

It turned out of the way directly.

The emperor frowned, the question just now was just his temporary idea, now that the little princess knows, then just ask.

He said with a pleasant face: "Zilong, you go down first, during this time, rest more, by the way, your eight hundred cavalry army also has to be expanded, this time, it can be expanded to at least five thousand people, personnel and the like, just hand it over to General Zhao Ponu, how about it, have you thought of the name of the team?" ”

Lu Zilong stretched out his hand and looked at the lines of his palm, as if he was a little pensive.

On the black helmet on his head, the scale-like metal armor pieces were arranged thinly, like dragon scales, revealing the cold and hard texture of metal.

There was already an answer in his heart, and Lu Zilong said in a deep voice: "Dragoon." ”

In the boy's black pupils, there seemed to be a giant dragon whistling.

Huge Ancients.

Dragoon?

The Emperor muttered the name, chewing on it.

Simple, yet full of a certain arrogance.

He burst out laughing.

is different from the appreciative smile of Lu Zilong just now, this smile is a proud smile and a smile of approval.

"Dragoon, what a dragoon, it's called this name, I'm looking forward to it, when your banner is fierce on the grassland, what kind of wonderful expression should that Duguhong have?"

Lu Zilong nodded, but did not respond.

The emperor vaguely saw the hope of the royal family in this young man, the first emperor had Wu Jing and Lu Dingbei, and he, now Zhao Ponu and Lu Zilong, slowly cultivated in the army, and in the future, it may not be possible to strongly weaken the power of the clan gatekeeper.

And this war is the best opportunity to experiment.

The emperor looked at Lu Zilong, who was still kneeling on the ground, and said kindly: "You go down first, have a good rest, take time, and go to the harem to see your aunt, she misses you very much." ”

"Yes!"

Lu Zilong got up, and when he was leaving, he turned his head slightly sideways and glanced at the little princess, who seemed to have some rare hesitation, but finally didn't say anything and went out directly.

And from beginning to end, the little princess never looked at Lu Zilong.

It's like a stranger.

In the Manna Palace, there were only two people left.

The red-painted beams and beams reveal a strange atmosphere.

Facing his little sister, the emperor couldn't help but have a headache, "Zhu, why didn't you let me ask just now?" ”

For most people in the world, the royal family, for them, has become a symbol, the royal family has no surname and no name, even the flamboyant ancestor who founded the country, his name, has gradually disappeared in the long river of three hundred years of history.

What the commoners have to do is to believe in the dominance of the royal family in their hearts, and even in the concept of many people, the royal family is a god who has inherited a special bloodline, and cannot be easily disobeyed.

As for how the family thinks about it, it's another matter.

Only a few royal families can remember, and they also have names.

They, although they are high, are also human beings.

The difference, it's just the identity.

was called by her name, the little princess's face was still upright, and she completely lost her former liveliness, "Brother Huang, what do you mean, Qi'er knows, but it's one thing for me to like Zilong, but it's another thing for you to want to kiss and kiss and win over him." ”

"Nonsense!"

The emperor suddenly got up and shouted angrily, rarely getting angry, but the anger of the dragon face did not make the little princess change color.

She was still neither humble nor arrogant, and saluted respectfully, "Please also ask the imperial brother to forgive me, but I don't want to add anything else to my relationship with Zilong." ”

The maiden stood in the hall of manna, before the emperor.

slim, and with everyone's demeanor.

Only at this time did the emperor suddenly discover that this little sister, whom he had always cared for, had grown up.

Yes, inside the palace, in the center of the empire, at her age, she should also grow up.

There was a trace of discouragement in the emperor's heart, and he tapped the table, "I will consider this matter, you go down." ”

The little princess saluted, resolutely turned around, and after retreating, even if there was sunshine coming in in the empty manna hall, it was difficult to hide the cold and lonely atmosphere.

The emperor sat on the imperial chair, and there was a hint of helplessness on his plump face, "Under the nest, there are no eggs, the empire does not exist, where will your little love exist?" ”

In the summer of the eighth year of Yongshou, Lu Zilong set out to form the Dragoon, an army that relied on young generals and was slowly showing its fangs.

Born to be talented, but that's it. (To be continued.) )