The King's Mansion, the martial arts arena

The weapons were sonorous, and they shouted angrily. Long Qi put his hands behind his back, looking down majestically, his face was indifferent, like a general on the iron-blooded battlefield.

Zhou Quan: "Young marshal, why do you have time to come back to see the training today?" Could it be that she ...... with the county lord?"

On the high platform, Zhou Quan shook his feather fan and looked at the young man on the Taishi chair with a smile, his eyes were quite meaningful.

It's as if he knows what a secret is.

Then, unexpectedly, he received a kind look from Jun Yan. Well, in an instant, Zhou Quan recalled the fear of wrapping gauze around his head, and immediately reorganized the language.

Zhou Quan: "Hahaha, we actually want to ask, why don't you bring the county lord......"

As soon as he said this, the Husheng couple on the side also cast expectant eyes.

The forward battalion is a border army, extremely brave, even in the northern army.

Therefore, according to the rules, they are not allowed to go out at will when they are in the capital. After all, the royal historians under the royal family are working hard one by one, and they want to catch the mistakes of their royal palace.

Despite their good training, the barracks are boring, and who doesn't want to have some fun?

Thinking back to the pre-battle competition that day, how lively and interesting it was?

Yes, how did Qiao Le know that it was just a pre-battle competition, and she was remembered by everyone in the forward battalion. As the fairy sister who was blind to their young marshal in the legend, it was widely spread.

Of course, the Striker Battalion is only the beginning, not the end.

Looking at the expectant eyes of his subordinates, Jun Yan couldn't cry or laugh.

How? Is my goblin more popular than me now?

Although I am quite proud, why is there still a little aggrieved?

Jun Yan: "You want to see Le'er, there will be opportunities in the future." Let's talk about it, how is the investigation of the Beiban spies? ”

The phoenix's eyes narrowed slightly, and Jun Yan's voice was gradually covered with coldness, as cold as a blade about to come out of its sheath.

Not only him, but Zhou Quan and the others, who heard the words, almost immediately put away the playfulness in their eyes and raised their heads solemnly.

Northern Barbarian spies, trouble!

On the street, a group of people surrounded the Qiao Orchestra, and they all raised the "Music Learning" in their hands to tell her about their experience of studying all night.

Hearing this, Qiao Le, a scumbag, was full of confusion, and almost fainted on the spot.

Because any sentence in that book actually has an extremely profound explanation, it can be called Mr. Lu Xun alive, and just say a word, which is five or six points of reading comprehension.

Really, Ouyang Chen, I don't want the old lady to help you......

And under such chaos, Qiao Le didn't notice that in the dark on the side of the street, there were two pairs of eyes quietly staring at her.

The head-to-toe observation is extremely penetrating.

"She's the Lord of Yongle?"

The attendant of the two whispered.

These days, they walk the streets and alleys in Tianzhao, and the most they hear are these four words. It is said that this is a great plague god, and he collapses wherever he goes.

It is also said that this is a talented woman, who paints with a pen and writes into a poem.

It is also said that she is a great good person who asks for the lives of the people, but her behavior is strange and unpredictable.

……

In short, it's a wonder.

But none of this is the point, the point is that she has a special relationship with the little prince Junyan, and it seems to have a very high use value. At least in the eyes of him, a spy from the North......

Attendant: "Hey, boss, what are you doing to hit me?" ”

He was still thinking about it, but being raised by his own boss was a headshot.

Leader: "You want to arrest her?" ”

Attendant: "Yes! ”

Leader: "Aren't you afraid of death?" ”

We're here to make trouble for Tianzhao, not to let Jun Yan live......

People pick soft persimmons, what? Do you have an iron head, and you want to pinch the thorny one?