All misfortunes seem to have stemmed from the turmoil.

There is also luck in the misfortune.

That turmoil made Sister An Ruo and the three royal brothers have a taboo feeling, is this fortunate or unfortunate, who can say clearly?

Just like her, the rebellion of the East Separation made her relatives separate, her clothes and cloth were not well fed, and she even became a beggar in the end, but she met her father and sister, which was fortunate or unfortunate.

She thinks it's still lucky.

If it weren't for that turmoil, maybe she would be like Ning Anyi now, just a spoiled little princess, who doesn't know the grains and doesn't know the suffering.

Happiness and misfortune can never be told by others.

Ning Yu sighed softly, withdrew his gaze from the window, and walked indoors, Lu Ruo closed the window, and Phantom followed over to bring Ning Yu tea and water.

It's just that how can she stand by and watch their affairs? That's the son of Concubine Xiao, the woman who gave her life in exchange for her birth.

Ning Yu took the tea and took a sip, her eyes condensed.

……

During this time, Zhao Yi clearly felt the closeness of Wang Ji and his uncle.

In the past, the two always quarreled without saying a word, and Wang Ji was always a hundred impatient with his uncle, but now, he even occasionally ...... to his uncle Smile shyly?!

Oh, my God!

Zhao Yi shuddered, struck a spirit, and picked up his sword in a trembling manner.

In the past two days, because of the heavy snowfall, it was inconvenient to clean the vast school field, so several people gathered in the Donghua Palace.

Donghua Hall is the place where the Praetorian Guard leads the deliberations and repairs, and it can be said that it is Zhao Ping's territory.

The place is not big, you can only learn swordsmanship and martial arts, talk about skills or something.

Just like today.

The two of them practiced their swords as if no one was around.

You say that if you practice swords, you will practice swords, what does this move look like? !

It's insulting to martial arts!

Zhao Yi was heartbroken.

Zhao Ping and Ning Yu glanced at Zhao Yi between their moves, and said, "If you don't practice your sword well, what are you doing there?" ”

Zhao Yi: "......"

Zhao Yi glanced at him faintly, "No one has played with me, and I can't see my own shortcomings when I practice by myself." ”

Zhao Ping pondered for a moment and felt that what his eldest nephew said was very reasonable.

Then, Zhao Yi was driven outside and stood among seven or eight men.

The men stared at Zhao Yi with wide eyes.

I didn't know if I should raise my sword or not. The little boy is only ten years old, and the general is not afraid of hurting this child by letting them have so many people to spar.

The wind and snow were shaking, and soon a layer of snow fell on Zhao Yi's head, he looked at a group of men, his face was tense, he raised his sword expressionlessly, and said to the men: "Come on, let's go together!" ”

The men are all young men in their early twenties, and they are very convinced of someone like Zhao Ping who is capable and has a prominent family. Looking at this Zhao Yi, it was like seeing a miniature version of Zhao Ping, and he didn't dare to be disobedient for a while, but let them use the sword to deal with a little child, and they were embarrassed to make a move.

Several people glanced at each other, walked a few steps forward, and said with a smile: "Little boy, why don't we go up one by one?" ”

"No, trouble." Zhao Yi said, his eyebrows were full of impatience, and his arrogant attitude was even better than that of his uncle: "Hurry up!" ”

Men: "......" bear child!

The general ordered, and the little boy also demanded this, so the men had no choice but to draw their swords. But everyone is also very careful, the speed of the sword is extremely slow, for fear of hurting this little boy.

However, what they didn't expect was that this little boy not only took the swords of the seven of them, but he was not in a hurry, and he was at ease, and even forced them to this step!

Several people looked at Zhao Yi in surprise.

It's worthy of being their general's eldest nephew, it's really amazing at a young age!

It seems that the Zhao family has a worry-free career within at least three generations.

Zhao Yi looked at the few people who were beaten and repulsed, and was full of depression.

That black-hearted old thief only cares about his own happiness and doesn't care about him at all! Stuffing so many bale waste to perfunctory him?

Zhao Yi gritted his teeth and stared at the hall hatefully, venting all his frustration on a few people. He looked at a few people from the corner of his eye and sneered: "That's all you can do? Then what are you doing Praetorian Guards, go home and hug your daughter-in-law and coax your children to forget it! ”

The men couldn't help but sigh: "......"

This bear kid has a bad temper! Worse than their generals.

"I was afraid of hurting the little boy just now, so I didn't dare to take it seriously." Someone came out and explained.

Zhao Yi glanced at him and said, "Okay, go all out." ”

Several people glanced at each other, and raised their swords to kill Zhao Yi.

This time, because I saw Zhao Yi's strength, I was much more serious.

Zhao Yi looked at the few people who rushed over, and raised his sword to block the backstab in a hurry. Although it is quite generous, it is not as easy as the first time.

In the hall, Ning Yu and Zhao Ping's round of fighting had stopped, and they were standing at the door watching Zhao Yi and a few people fighting.

Zhao Yi's foundation is very solid, and he is not in a hurry when fighting against others, but in the end, he is still young, with short arms and short legs, and the disadvantages are particularly obvious.

Ning Yu looked at it for a while, retracted his gaze and looked at Zhao Ping next to him, and saw that Zhao Ping was watching intently, and couldn't help but smile: "You still value your eldest nephew." ”

Zhao Ping was quite far away, and there was no banter on his face rarely, "Because Da Jiang needs a general." ”

Ning Yu paused: "...... What do you mean? ”

"Later...... There may be chaos in the world. Where can I have enough for myself? The more talents the better, such magnificent mountains and rivers, so many delicate beauties, how can they not be well guarded. Zhao Ping lowered his eyes to look at Ning Yu, the corners of his lips were smiling, and his eyes were deep and bright.

Ning Yu's heart shrank suddenly: "......"

Ning Yu looked away and asked in a steady voice, "What do you mean by this?" Will there be chaos in the world? How do you know? ”

"Uncle Xiao said it." Zhao Ping raised his finger and pointed to the sky, "The stars show." ”

Ning Yu: "......" is so mysterious?

"Then do we have to start a martial arts campaign and choose generals?" Ning Yu pinched her chin and pondered and asked.

It doesn't matter if it's true or not, let's just have it. Da Jiang does lack the talent of generals, there are faint monarchs and mediocre officials inside, and Yan Jing is eyeing him outside, so he should take precautions.

Zhao Ping raised his hand to smooth Ning Yu's slightly frowning eyebrows, and laughed softly: "It's time to take precautions, you can do what you say, I support you." ”

Ning Yu sighed, "I'll go back and discuss with my sister." ”

After Zhao Yi beat several people to the ground, he turned back panting and sweating, but saw his uncle smiling at Ning Yu, with a spring in the corners of his eyes, and even raised his hand to touch her eyebrows.

In broad daylight, these two are so bold?

Zhao Yi snorted, turned around and waved his sword at the Praetorian Guard, "Take a moment, find two more people, and continue to fight!" If I can't win, I don't have to eat dinner! ”

Praetorian Guard: "......"

Several Praetorian Guards were panting, their swords were thrown on the ground, their hands were propped up on their knees, and their foreheads were sweating in the cold.

"This little boy is still coming? He...... Isn't he tired? ”