Jiang Fengyi lay on the wall of the large military camp for the seventh time, and He Haoqian also held a headless arrow wrapped in cloth for the seventh time.

There is no need to aim at the time, the shoulders and backs are straight, the eyes are concentrated, the speed of the arrow and the bow is extremely fast, before he can see his movements clearly, I saw that his hand suddenly loosened, the arrow whistled away, and Jiang Fengyi on the wall "snorted" and let out an earth-shattering scream.

"Bang", and fell under the wall tragically.

"He Haoqian!" Jiang Fengyi gritted his teeth and lay on the ground, covering his ass with one hand and slamming the ground with the other.

He was about to cry in anger.

He Haoqian glanced at Jiang Fengyi, and he was too lazy to talk to him.

He walked over, a few steps away from Jiang Fengyi, looked at him condescendingly, and asked lightly, "Still running?" ”

Jiang Fengyi got up from the ground, and the once noble young master stood there miserably, with a few small holes in the slightly thin cotton cloth ground out of the sandstone, and his body was covered with mud and broken leaves, and even his face was not spared.

Over the past few days, Jiang Fengyi has tanned a lot and become stronger, but she is more resistant to beating than before.

Jiang Fengyi stood there a little aggrieved, gritted his teeth and said, "I said that I will go home for two days and celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival!" ”

He Haoqian wanted to laugh when he looked at him like this, but he still held back and said, "Didn't your father and brother tell you that the military camp is not a festival?" Do you think you're in a nest of gold? ”

Jiang Fengyi: "......"

How did he say this, as if he had been swept out of the house by the Hou Mansion?

Anyway, he is still the second young master of the Marquis of Wenchang's Mansion in the end, and the Marquis of Wenchang's Mansion has not collapsed yet! He couldn't figure out why he was suffering here.

He Haoqian said again: "Didn't I promise you that if you practice a hundred steps to wear Yang, I will give you three days off, if you have a snack when you train, maybe you will be able to go back in the Mid-Autumn Festival in two days." ”

Jiang Fengyi pulled the leaves beside him and said angrily: "Lao Tzu's arm hurts. ”

Although he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child and has some martial arts foundation, he has not been trained in the end, let alone in the barracks.

After going to the cavalry guard, just practicing fighting on horseback, he was tired like a dog every day, and his legs and arms were painful and sore every day, but He Haoqian also asked him to practice a hundred steps through Yang? Or while riding a horse?

Is there still humanity?

He Haoqian is a psychopath, and he has been bullying him since he was a child.

Jiang Fengyi saw through it, if he was obedient, he would be stupid.

He Haoqian said: "It's like this at the beginning, just train for a few more days, if you want to make some achievements in the military camp, you have to put in more effort than others, after all, you are the son of Wenchanghou." ”

Jiang Fengyi sneered: "Isn't the son of Marquis Wenchang dead?" ”

He Haoqian's face suddenly turned cold, staring at Jiang Fengyi, and the cold air in his eyes was blowing out.

Jiang Fengyi sneered, turned around stubbornly, and went to the wall again.

One hand was still covering half of his buttocks, and he walked with a limp.

If he climbs the wall again, He Haoqian won't be able to do it, after all, if he shoots with an arrow a few more times, he estimates that he won't even be able to walk tomorrow.

He Haoqian put the bow and arrow behind his back, pulled out the rope from his waist, and his face was cold.

But it didn't work this time.

A small soldier came to report: "General, someone from the Marquis of Wenchang's mansion has come over, saying that they are here to give you a gift for the festival." ”

He Haoqian: "......"

I don't make excuses for a little better.

Who sent gifts to the barracks?

If this is going to get out, I'm afraid it's going to kill him?

He Haoqian was speechless at this young lady Jiang.

And before he could speak, Jiang Fengyi, who was limping just now, rushed over quickly.

He asked in surprise: "Is there someone from the Marquis of Wenchang's mansion?" ”

The little soldier looked at him in surprise, a little inexplicable, after all, he didn't know his identity, nodded and said, "Yes, it's just outside the camp, give a gift to the general." ”

Jiang Fengyi glared at He Haoqian triumphantly, and then a gust of wind blew out.

He Haoqian: "......"

From birth to the present, for the first time since this stupid child, some family members are worried that he will not have enough food and clothing, and for his pitiful sake, He Haoqian decided not to worry about him!

The little soldier looked at Jiang Fengyi's furious appearance, and felt even more inexplicable, muttering: "How is this Jiang Fengyi like meeting his own daughter-in-law...... Oops......"

"General, what are you kicking me for?" The little soldier covered his ass very aggrievedly.

He Haoqian made a straight face: "Let your mouth be broken." ”

Creep: "......"

Feng Lanyu got out of the carriage with Xiao Li Xiaozhi and stood aside waiting, while Jiang Hu stood behind the carriage with a few guards.

Several guards at the gate of the camp stood in the two-zhang high guard room, lying on the railing and looking out, discussing in a low voice while watching: "This is the famous Mrs. Wenchang Marquis's Prince?" ”

"I just read the famous post, and it is."

"Shhh...... This little looks good, how good-looking, the rumors are all fake, right? ”

"What rumors?"

"What is it that is holding Jiang Shizi on the street, what is smashing the store on the street, what is it, I heard that she drove the terminally ill old Hou out of the Hou Mansion."

A few guards: "......"

Several people were silent for a while, and one person whispered: "I don't know what those nobles think, if I have a girl with such a sign hugging me when I go out on the street, I will be dragged home immediately, how can I still control the rules." ”

Several of the guards burst into laughter.

Feng Lanyu and the others also heard the laughter not far away, looked up, and saw that it was a few young guards, so they also smiled at them in a friendly manner.

A few guards: "......"

was killed by this smile, and was as quiet as a chicken in an instant.

The military camp is very large, and it is divided into various teams, the area of each team is different, Jiang Fengyi's cavalry guard, to the east gate where Feng Lanyu is located, it is quite far, and it is necessary to cross most of the Xiguan camp.

During this time, Jiang Fengyi was forced to run and practice martial arts with a sandbag weighing several kilograms every day, and his speed increased, and he ran fast, and he ran near the east gate in a short time.

It's just that when he was about to reach the east gate, he suddenly slowed down, stopped running, and took a breath before he walked to the door with an indifferent face.

He Haoqian saw it behind his back, and he didn't know what to say.

Feng Lanyu was at the door and saw Jiang Fengyi with an indifferent face.

The crowd was amazed.

Without him, I just feel that Jiang Fengyi is too miserable.

Are you still wearing your clothes when you have holes?

Covered in mud, this is to do farm work in the field?

It's not that Feng Lanyu guessed blindly, but some guards did have to work in the fields

There are mountains and farmland near Xiguan, which are owned by the army of the Xiguan battalion, and these soldiers have to go to the fields to farm during the busy agricultural season in spring and autumn every year.

But...... He Haoqian won't be able to, right? Let the second son of the Marquis of Wenchang go farming?

Jiang Fengyi can't be so bad, right?

Feng Lanyu and the others were looking at Jiang Fengyi in a daze, Jiang Fengyi stepped forward with an indifferent face, and said unhappily: "Why are you here?" Xiguan is so remote, and they are all big men, what are you doing here? Idle? ”