To say that this Su Liuyu is a proper headliner.

Wherever you go, it's a hot search.

It's only been four days since I entered the palace, and I've already occupied the palace.

Especially when the class started yesterday, the number of hot water troops has increased significantly, and they are all members of Su Liuyu's fan group.

Good guy, as a direct result of this, there is no one in the palace who doesn't know her.

At the same time, she noticed that her food had improved.

In the palace, she is a subordinate, and the place to eat is the palace canteen.

Originally, the old grandmother in the cafeteria was good enough for her, she had a sweet mouth, she grew well, and she was thin, and the old grandmother didn't shake the spoon.

Now, as soon as she eats in the cafeteria, a bunch of little brothers will put meat in her bowl.

You must know that not everyone can eat meat in the palace, there are many people in the palace, and only a few captains of the guards can be a little meaty.

Now, the captains have pulled all the meat from the bowl to her.

Not only the guards, but even the chief steward left her a chicken leg today.

“......”

Looking at the slowly piled up a mountain of meat in the bowl, Su Liuyu wanted to refuse.

But looking at the courteous look of this group of people, they still ate a few bites.

"If you have a heart, continue to practice in the afternoon, don't be lazy."

The word practice made the little brothers excited.

The big men all rely on their fists to speak, and whoever has a hard fist will obey whomever he wants.

Su Liuyu started teaching yesterday, and they were amazed by his martial arts.

The key is handsome.

Old handsome.

The way the little girls gathered around and applauded made them want to be the strong ones in the limelight.

So it's okay to call the boss.

"I heard that General Qu entered the mansion today to teach the little masters to ride and shoot, so should we still go to the martial arts arena?"

Xu Er asked.

"Go! Why not go! The martial arts arena is so big, what's wrong with teaching riding and archery? ”

Su Liuyu looked at the chief manager who gave her a chicken leg.

"Uncle Wang, we can use the martial arts field, right?"

The chief of the palace called Uncle Wang nodded lovingly.

"The martial arts arena in our palace is according to the specifications of the royal martial arts arena, and a few more people are nothing."

He looked at Su Liuyu, and there was indescribable satisfaction in his eyes.

When the granddaughter of the family reached the age of marriage, he finally found a favorite.

Handsome, able to write and martial arts.

I heard that I came from a remote and small country, and I was poor there, so I voluntarily sold myself to the palace, although it was a death contract, but I would do it when the time came, and it would be nothing.

It's all a family, so I naturally want to be good to her.

......

The midday sun is shining.

In early spring, the spring breeze is blowing, and the air is full of scenes of rejuvenation, with vigorous vitality.

The martial arts arena of King Ji's Mansion covers a wide area, which is comparable to royal specifications.

There is a shooting range, a keju field, a riding and shooting track, and an armory.

Brother Hong'er, the three little dogs were riding on the foal, and they were being pulled by the little maids in the house to practice riding.

But his mind drifted to the other end of the martial arts arena, with a look of envy.

They also want to learn martial arts from Mr.

Sir is so ruthless.

"Remember not to be distracted while riding a horse, and be serious with Lao Tzu."

The strong and vigorous voice interrupted them, making the little teenagers look aggrieved.

The old general is so fierce.

It's still very old-fashioned.

They don't like it.

"Master, I'm tired, can I play for a while?"

"I'm tired too, my butt hurts."

"Me too!"

The three young men spoke in unison.

General Qu is sixty-five this year, although he is old, but his momentum is not false, and he still has the iron-blooded spirit of fighting on the battlefield, even if he teaches people, it is also a posture of training recruits, and he is completely unkind.

"I'm tired, I've only been on the horse for half an hour, and Lao Tzu used to lead troops to fight......"

Brother Hong held his mouth, and then he must have said how hard the soldiers were.

They are tired of hearing it today.

The old general Qu roared, looking at the three of them, he was angry to death.

"Roll on, rest for an hour, don't take an example."

The hairy boy is just difficult to bring, if it weren't for the sake of his colleagues, he wouldn't bother to care.

The dogs' eyes lit up, and their buttocks slipped off the horse and went straight to Su Liuyu's end.

General Qu looked at the wild appearance of this group of little rabbit cubs panting forward, where did he look tired.

He couldn't help but follow, and when he got closer, he found that these three boys had run to the palace and were watching people practice.

What's so nice about drilling?

Thinking that when he led the troops to fight, a group of recruits could be trained into a division of tigers and wolves, and no one was better at training soldiers.

He took a few more steps closer and found the group of pro-soldier guards squatting and jumping.

Like a frog jumping around, the layers are uneven, and it is particularly ugly.

He was not satisfied at the moment.

Even if it's a pro-soldier, it's a soldier.

It is necessary to be neat and disciplined, so that only on the battlefield can we turn the pieces into a whole and be invincible.

What the hell is this?

The old general Qu couldn't stand it anymore, strode to the front of the training queue, pulled a personal soldier, and asked in a deep voice.

"Who taught you this?"

The soldier was stunned, not knowing why, but pointed in a direction.

"Mr. Yuan taught."

Under a spring tree in the martial arts arena lies a young man.

Dressed in a literati shirt, with slightly loosely tied hair, and a book on the door of his head, he was obviously sleepy in spring and fell asleep.

Beside her, the three little dog legs looked at her cautiously, and they didn't dare to disturb, and they also learned to frog jump nearby.

The old general was furious.

Don't learn well!

After leading troops for so many years, he can't tolerate sand in his eyes, let alone such a major event as training troops.

"Stop, stop, stop practicing, stand up for Lao Tzu."

The neutral voice penetrated the martial arts arena and made all the pro-soldiers stop.

"Do you practice like that? Do you want a leg? ”

“？？？”

The soldiers looked at each other.

What's the situation?

Why did General Qu come over?

He has a loud voice.

At the same time, it also startled Su Liuyu, who was sleepy.

The old general looked at her.

I just looked covered by the book, and I just thought it was a young man in his twenties, but I didn't expect that now, he was a bastard, and he was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Coupled with Su Liuyu's long white and tender, he looked like a scholar, which made him even more dissatisfied.

"You taught them all?" The old general stretched out his hand and pointed at his own soldiers: "What do you teach, read a few books, read a few books on the art of war, and think you can train soldiers?" Make people laugh. ”

"Sir, she just will, Master is not allowed to say that."

Brother Hong retorted, and stood in front of Su Liuyu with a hostile face.

“......”

Can these three cubs stop the point?

Su Liuyu pulled the three boys apart, walked in front of the old general, and saluted in a proper manner.

"Yuan Wenzhao, a junior, has seen General Qu."

"I just listened to what the general said, and the younger generation boldly retorted, the method of using soldiers varies from person to person."

"The old general has led the troops for several years, and he has a lot of experience, but the soldiers under the younger generation, the younger generation has their own thoughts, watching the soldiers silently, and looking at the old man Haihan."

Fart!

Old General Qu's eyes widened.

Good guy, this is turning around and scolding Lao Tzu for being nosy, isn't it?

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