The cold current blowing from the distant North Sea stirred Zhou Tian cold, and the last yellow leaf attached to the branches was also stripped and drifted in the cold wind. The training in the barracks has not stopped. Cheng Chumo wrapped strips of cloth in his hands, and smashed them on the stake one after another, the strip of cloth was already bloody, his eyes were firm as if he didn't see it, and his fist still hit the stake hard. Li Huairen, the eldest grandson Chong, was standing next to him, also hitting the stake, and his hands were also dripping with blood. No one cared, no one cared if the hands were bleeding or not, only when the stake could be broken. Sweat dripping from his bare back, hot air on his head, inhaling punches and exhaling to hit, like a tireless iron man.

Li Chengqian and Yun Ye stood on the sidelines and watched, and Cheng Yanjin only allowed them to participate in the morning exercise, that is, to run twenty miles with weight every day. At this moment, the two of them were wearing heavy fur coats, their hands were in their sleeves, giggling and laughing, since he sent the potatoes away, Li Chengqian always chatted with Yun Ye when he was fine, and of course, the wine he brought from the capital also belonged to Yun Ye. Li Chengqian is a good boy, Yun Ye thinks so, he is knowledgeable at a young age, he treats people very politely, he doesn't smile or speak, and he can't tell that he is a royal nobleman at all. He will be worried when he sees the soldiers tired, and he will be anxious when he sees the people around him without food and clothing, such a kind and intelligent teenager will become tyrannical and abnormal in a few years, psychopathic, and play real battle with Li Tai, that is really desperate, and the knife is bloody. Be satisfied with a beautiful man, and play with your back to the mountain. And at one point he wanted to kill his father. What is the reason? Yun Ye was a little curious. Li Chengqian? Yun Ye was looking at him, a little inexplicable, because Yun Ye's eyes were very strange, a little pity, but more strange.

"Xiao Ye, why are you looking at me? Is there something wrong? He touched his face, and the marks left by stealing braised pork just now had been wiped clean. Li Chengqian, who had been together for many days, had long lost his sense of nobility in Yun Ye's eyes, and since he had eaten potato roast beef that day, he had no appetite for the meals made by the imperial kitchen. learned that Yun Ye had a small kitchen of his own, so he came over every day to eat and drink. Huang Zhien came over to discuss arithmetic with Yun Ye from time to time, he listened to it on the side, occasionally interjecting a sentence or two, although it was not subtle, but he also had his own insights, which surprised Huang Zhien, complimenting him as a genius, if he devoted himself to studying arithmetic, he would definitely be a generation of people one day. Of course, due to the generally low level of arithmetic in the Tang Dynasty, in Yun Ye's eyes, it is the difficulty of the first year of junior high school, most of the time he is talking, Huang Zhien is listening, and Li Chengqian is recording. These days, he has recorded a lot of thick stacks, and it seems that he understands it or not, so he will record it first and study it slowly later. This is the attitude of learning, Cheng Chumo can only sit aside and doze off, and he hasn't even memorized all the Arabic numerals for more than ten days, when Yun Ye was angry, he actually said: "We are brothers, right?" Yun Ye nodded, "Then what is the difference between your knowledge and mine?" Learning is used, and when it's time to use it, I just need to look for you, why should I study hard by myself? Yun Ye completely lost interest in educating Cheng Chumo. Fortunately, there is a good student like Li Chengqian, who can understand it at one point and learn it as soon as he learns, which makes Yun Ye feel very relieved.

"You are a royal disciple, and you are the future master of my Tang Dynasty, why didn't I find out that you have a little bit of a king's spirit now,"

"What is the spirit of the king?" It's still a bad problem to get to the bottom of it.

"It is the whole body exudes a strong personal charm, so that the world has the momentum of worship, such as your father, the emperor gathers the world's talents for his own use, when the strategists under his command were like rain, fierce generals like clouds, and the heroes disappeared in a snap of their fingers. This is the specific expression of the qi of the eight kings. ”

"It's the spirit of the emperor, not the spirit of the king, okay, you dare to speak ill of my father and the emperor, and arrange me. If you don't plug my mouth with food today, if you accidentally say it in front of my father after returning to Beijing, hum"! It's very surprising, is there the name Wang Ba now, you must know that the turtle was a lucky beast in the Tang Dynasty, and many people have turtles in their names, such as Li Guinian, etc., this kid is deceiving me. …,

"What nonsense, how can I say bad things about Your Majesty, you can say it clearly." I'm not old, I have a lot of eyes, and I'm still tender in my eyes. Li Chengqian couldn't speak.

"Don't support me, Xiao Mo, little worms, bad guys, they're all in the team, let's not stand and freeze like turtles,"

It's still the same old, the whole body is soaked in the potion, but there is no ghost crying wolf howl, everyone closes their eyes in the bucket to recuperate, completely relaxes the muscles, and allows the body to get the maximum recuperation. Half an hour later, the potion began to get cold, and one by one they climbed out of the barrel and began to receive a massage by the huge fire. After five months of hard training, one by one completely turned into a muscular man. Cheng Chumo was wearing shorts, which didn't feel cold in the cold wind, the bronzed skin and muscles squirted, and the muscles on his stomach formed two beautiful Tian characters. The daily training was a piece of cake for him now, and hitting the stake was simply the new thrill they were looking for for him. The eldest grandson Chong, Li Huairen is not much worse than him, the three of them stand forward, and the macho man is their most appropriate name. "Xiao Mo, little worm, bad guy, I made a hot pot today, I don't know if you can eat it." As soon as Yun Ye's words fell, the three fierce men immediately turned into three cheap men, bowing down and drooling, obscene and abnormal. quickly put on the fur coat, grabbed Yun Ye and ran to the camp with his chest open.

Li Chengqian was putting an iron pot on the stove, this stove was specially built by Yun Ye, and he found a large bamboo to open up the bamboo joint, and installed it on the smoke outlet as a chimney, burning coal. At first, Lao Cheng was worried that he would be poisoned by carbon, and he didn't want to install the bamboo, but there was no trace of carbon smell in the tent, and it was very warm. After building one for yourself, I just ignored it.

Five people sat around the fire, and a pot of spirits passed around, not much, only two taels per person, just to warm up. The spicy smell came out of the pot, Yun Ye opened the lid of the pot, and a large pot of dried vegetable stew appeared in front of everyone, the dried vegetables that absorbed enough butter made the five people have a great appetite, the slight spicy taste covered the fishy smell of beef, there was no chili, Yun Ye had to use dogwood instead, although the spicy one was not very authentic, it was better than nothing.

While eating and chatting, I unconsciously talked about the Turks, and the shame at the beginning of the year made the young soldiers unforgettable. Thinking of Wei Qing, Huo Quai's great achievements in sealing the wolf Juxu, and Ban Chao's brilliant achievements in the Western Regions. And he and the others are still lying on their salaries and silently waiting for the moment of revenge, and they can't help but be angry. The eldest grandson Chong lifted the horizontal knife and hit the back of the knife with chopsticks: "The wind and snow are long and the clouds are dark and the snow is dark, the general's iron horse is over the cold river, and a hundred deaths are just ordinary things, and the Huns are not called to cross Helan." ”