It was noon, and the sun was in the sky. The white clouds retreated, leaving only a clear blue.

Jole leaned against the high attic and looked down. This is their own teahouse in King Qiao's mansion, which is in the best part of the official road, and can clearly see the grand occasion of today's army.

Leaning on the railing, Qiao Le looked down lazily.

The people were in the middle of the road, cheering, and even the pavilions around the official road were contracted by the nobles, and they were full of Mrs. Huayi and Miss Guanjia. Just like the champion in the ancient book, the family is vying for marriage.

"At that time, he was young and thin-shirted, riding a horse leaning on a diagonal bridge, and the building was full of red sleeves."

Qiao Le looked at this scene and suddenly memorized the poem. Unexpectedly, as soon as this poem came out, there was a cheer on his side, and it suddenly came.

Looking back, it was Qiao Xuan in the white robe and black hair, who looked like an immortal in the painting. The elder brother was looking at her, and there was a shallow smile between his originally cold eyebrows.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Qiao Le lifted the hem of her skirt and trotted in front of Qiao Xuan.

"It's better to come early, it's better to come by coincidence, I can't think of us having fun, and we will be able to recite poems correctly."

Qiao Xuan stretched out his hand and pinched his sister's delicate little nose. While feeling the cuteness of his sister, he was also surprised by the other party's outstanding literary talent. That sentence full of red sleeves really portrays the scene at this moment.

But the more this happened, the more worried he and Qin'er became.

Because the recognition of the king's palace by the people of the world seems to have reached the point of being out of control.

If one day, the king's palace has two hearts......

"Brother, don't be sad, if you continue like this, you won't be as good-looking as the plague god."

Seeing the sorrow between his brother's eyebrows, Qiao Le immediately thought of fighting poison with poison. Sure enough, when he heard the word plague god, Qiao Xuan was really not worried. After adjusting the coldness between his eyebrows, he directly rubbed Qiao Le's head vigorously and walked away.

But while walking, I don't forget to correct my posture and present the four words of beauty like jade.

Well, in this way, it should be better than the plague god.

At the same time, Qiao Le was looking at his brother's slender back and snickering. It's obviously an ice cube, but it's not arrogant. While pretending not to care, I tried to adjust.

Hey, my brother is a bit of a scumbag, but why is he so cute?

But Qiao Le would never have imagined how happy she was smiling at the moment and how depressed she would be for a while.

If she was given another chance, she would definitely give herself a big mouth.

It's good to die, mention the plague god!

Time passed minute by minute, and the area around the official road was already impassable. Gradually, every pavilion where the gates could be seen were crowded with people.

The crowd waited until a low and solemn trumpet sounded, and the gates of the city slowly opened.

In Qiao Le's eyes, the originally lively street seemed to press the mute button at this moment, which was an extremely strange feeling. It was as if in an instant, she lost the ability to speak.

With the trumpet, she heard the sound of the city gates opening and the distant iron riders shaking the ground.

Every time, it seemed to shake the ground under her feet, shake the majestic imperial capital, and the authority in the hands of the royal family.

At this moment, although she was shining in the sun, she did not feel warm at all.

Instead, it's a chill, a chill from the heart.

Before this, Qiao Le never imagined that the world of the novel would be so real, real and shocking. Because she has a feeling that even if it is a novel, the iron-blooded army forged by killing is by no means mediocre.