"Why bother." General Qin blocked his sudden attack again, and at the same time his eyes swept around vigilantly, "You can also memorize the art of war at night, just after reciting it to sleep, why do you have to be obsessed with the morning?" ”

"Aren't you too." The figure of the white-faced scholar flickered around him, "You teach him to practice martial arts, you can also move it to the evening, and you can go to bed just after practicing, what a good way to teach, why do you have to rush to the morning with me?" ”

General Qin squinted his eyes and carefully observed the place where his figure appeared, and after pondering for a while, his eyes froze, and he directly raised his sword and stabbed it to his right hand.

"You've lost." General Qin's sword pressed against his neck, and he raised an eyebrow at him triumphantly.

Bai Mianshu angrily knocked his sword off, and left here without looking back.

General Qin retracted his sword with satisfaction, turned his head and said to the culprit who had been watching for a long time: "Come here, take a horse step and show me first." ”

The culprit, Xiao Yin Huanyu: "......" came to me so soon.

Xiao Yin Huanyu walked over with his feet raised and took a horse step according to General Qin's instructions.

"Keep your head up and your chest high." General Qin tapped his back and hand with his sword, and ordered with a serious face: "Just follow this posture and pierce it for two hours first." ”

Xiao Yin Huanyu: "Yes." ”

General Qin's requirements are extremely strict, even Xiao Yin Huanyu is bitter, as for the class of white-faced scholars......

White-faced scholar: "First copy Sun Tzu's Art of War a hundred times, then copy Sun Bin's Art of War a hundred times, and then ......"

Xiao Yin Huanyu looked at the military books stacked on the table with his head high, and felt that his head was about to get bigger.

And the following days were like hell.

General Qin: "Zamabu." ”

White-faced scholar: "Copy the art of war." ”

General Qin: "Zamabu." ”

White-faced scholar: "Copy the art of war." ”

……

……

"It's too miserable." Song Yunxiu looked at him with sympathy.

Yin Huanyu seemed to have returned to the kind of days when life was worse than death, and he couldn't help but shudder for a moment, "It's terrible." ”

"It's all gone." Song Yunxiu stretched out her hand and hugged him, "There will never be that kind of terrifying day again, rest assured." ”

Yin Huanyu nodded at her pitifully, and was about to reach out to hug her back, when she saw Mo Feng come in again and interrupt without knowing each other, "Lord and Princess, you can go." ”

In the days when Song Yunxiu came to menstruation, Yin Huanyu did not choose to continue to hurry, but nested in the guest room of the inn with Song Yunxiu, rubbing her aching little belly every day and telling her stories when he was a child.

"Let's go." Song Yunxiu let go of him and took the lead to walk outside the room.

Yin Huanyu glared at Mo Feng, who had repeatedly interrupted his good deeds, with resentful eyes: "......" really wanted to throw him here.

Mo Feng felt the resentment of his own prince, and hurriedly followed behind his own princess, for fear that the prince would anger him later.

Yin Huanyu noticed his careful thoughts, and immediately snorted angrily, flicked his sleeves and followed with his hands behind his back.

This time, they did not stop in the city they were passing by, but rushed to Hongcheng, the most severely flooded place in the south of the Yangtze River, overnight.

"Woo woo woo ......"

"Oh my God, can you open your eyes and look at us poor people......

"Mother, what's wrong with you!?"

“……”。

Before Yin Huanyu and Song Yunxiu's carriage arrived in Hongcheng, there were already many complaining refugees on both sides of the road.