Chapter 709: The Tsundere Prince is Attacked by & Forbearance Guards (4)

The snow is falling heavier and heavier, without the slightest intention of stopping, and the snow is falling all over the sky, like pure white goose feathers, gently overflowing, and fluttering one after another, like dancing like drunk.

Although the snow is beautiful, it does not have the energy time to enjoy the snow, and this heavy snow is like a nightmare for the children in the guard training department.

For while others hid in the house and enjoyed the warmth of the fire, they stood in the snow with their teeth gritted in their thin clothes, and walked on horseback, carrying the wooden barrel in which the water had condensed into ice.

On the training ground covered with snow, there was a row of children in their teens, each teenager's face was wearing a thin cotton coat, and the cheeks and backs of his hands were purple with pain, but they still gritted their teeth and persevered, not daring to relax at all.

"Ah, I...... I can't hold on anymore. At this time, standing in the middle, the slightly chubby boy couldn't hold on, his body shook, and the wooden barrel in his hand smashed on the snow with a bang.

As the teenager fell, more and more teenagers couldn't hold on anymore and began to shake their bodies and stagger.

But the penultimate boy standing on the right was not affected by the outside world at all, his body was thick, his sword eyebrows were starry, even if his face was red from the cold, he still held a wooden barrel in his hand, tied a standard horse step, and stared ahead with tough eyes, motionless.

Just when the other teenagers fell and he was still standing, someone patted Xuehua standing on his buttocks and said in surprise: "Look, it's Jing Che again, this kid persevered to the end!" ”

As soon as the young man's voice fell, someone quickly glanced at Jing Che with disdain, and snorted coldly: "Cut! Anyway, the steward is not here now, so he is stupid, and he can't hold on anymore. ”

One of the teenagers' eyes flashed, and suddenly said, "Why don't we go and fix him?" ”

The young man, who was disdainful, then pandered: "Good idea! It's just boring, anyway, this kid is an orphan, and no one supports him!"

With that, the two teenagers smiled and walked quietly behind Jing Che, preparing to sneak attack the entire Jing Che.

Although the two of them stood on tiptoe and walked very lightly, Jing Che, who had been practicing martial arts since childhood, still heard the sound of movement, and glanced behind him slightly, his eyes were indifferent, and the corners of his lips rose with a sarcastic chuckle.

Just as the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Jing Che was about to reconcile the two of them, a childish but cold voice suddenly came from the door of the training ground.

"Don't move!"

Jing Che heard the prestige, only to see that in the snow, a pink carved jade, about seven or eight years old, wearing a beautiful and expensive white fox cloak, ink hair flying, holding a light blue oil-paper umbrella alone, stepping on the snow, slowly walked over.

The hem of the cloak swayed gently with the cold wind, revealing the light green clothes inside, and the boy's figure became clearer and clearer, like a spirit falling into the mortal world in the snowflakes flying in the sky, pure and clear, unstained by the world.

Just when Jing Che inadvertently bumped into those big clear and watery eyes, he suddenly felt a tremor in his heart, as if something was pulling him, and he couldn't leave the boy who was walking towards this side in the wind and snow.

Who is this little kid?

Why did you run over alone?

Not only Jing Che was attracted by the boy, but the other teenagers who stood up and patted the snow on their bodies were also attracted by this white, tender and cute, extravagantly dressed, and suddenly appeared in the training ground, and they all guessed the identity of this child.

(End of chapter)