"That's it, that's it, I can't complain about you, that kid has never been close to Bengong because of Concubine Yu, probably because he believes that Bengong is the culprit who killed his mother." The Night Queen's tone was quite weak, and she was silent for a long time before she continued: "Anyway, no matter what he thinks in his heart, this palace has always regarded him as his own son. ”

"The queen treats Her Second Highness the same as the Prince, and the slave believes that Her Royal Highness will definitely understand her mind in the future."

When the Queen of the Night heard this, she suddenly felt tired, and a sense of powerlessness struck, so she hurriedly closed her eyes, pressed her elbows on the table and pressed her forehead temples, and said softly: "Stand down, the palace is tired." ”

When everyone heard this, they all saluted and retired, leaving only the Night Queen alone to stare and ponder.

If I hadn't been selfish back then, how could I have fallen into the dilemma I am now? If she had known that it would be the current situation, she would not have caused God to do that foolish thing. Chen'er, if you knew the truth back then, would you still be jealous of me?

Outside the palace gate, Feige had been waiting for a long time, and as soon as he saw Huang Fuchen come out, he immediately greeted him, and bowed and said, "Your Highness, the emperor didn't embarrass you, right?" ”

Huang Fuchen's expression was stiff, his face sank like water, and he only said coldly: "Go back to the camp", then pulled the horse on the side and turned over on the horse, and went all the way away.

Although Feige didn't know what was going on inside the palace gate, he also knew that his master's mood must be extremely bad, so he immediately jumped on the horse and chased after him all the way.

The horse under the crotch was like a black lightning, and the people immediately seemed to be a dark phantom, and the sound of the horse's hooves of "da-da" stirred up smoke and dust all the way on the official road to the south.

The late autumn wind was already slightly cold, and through a few layers of thin clothing, the slightest chill drilled into the cracks of people's bones. But at this time, no matter how cold the wind is, it can't cold Huang Fuchen's heart, his heart has already been frozen for thousands of miles, and the sky is full of snow. For as long as he can remember, his father has only been endlessly indifferent and indifferent to him. His father was merciful to the world and the common people, but he was never merciful to him.

Compared with Huangfu Chen's single figure, full of sadness, the Huaiyang City military camp on the border of Beicang is now very lively. Huaiyang City is the border fortress of Beicang, a military stronghold, and can be described as the southern gate of Beicang.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Huaiyang City live in harmony, like a family, and the general stationed in the city is the famous old general Yuwenjing in Beicang, who is said to be an old general, but in fact he is only fifty years old.

Yuwen Jingrong horse life, great achievements, because when he was young, he fought in the east and west, and married his wife a little late, so he only got a son in the year of thirty, named Yuwenyi. Yu Wenyi went out with his father, with a flying temperament, excellent martial arts, and strange soldiers, and he was already a young general in charge at the age of twenty, and Huang Fuchen commanded the left and right wings of the 300,000 army respectively - the Flying Feather Battalion and the Shenlong Battalion.

Although Huangfu Chen is indifferent and cold, unsmiling, and Yu Wenyi's temperament is very different, but the two are extremely good. Although when the two were together, it was Yu Wenyi who was always saying that Huang Fuchen only occasionally said a few words, but in Huang Fuchen's heart, he had already decided that this was his only friend.

Shangguan Jiyue's team of more than 1,000 recruits arrived in Huaiyang City this morning, and at this time they were gathering on the empty training ground, neatly lined up, waiting for the establishment and distribution.

The ancient army is different from modern soldiers, and it is not like the TV series that the two teams gather together, slashing and killing like a group fight. They pay attention to marching formations and formations. Five people are a team, ten people are a team, fifty people are a team, and so on, a hundred people will produce a centurion, and the system is strict.

On the school training ground, Mo Yi's peach blossom eyes were shining, and he kept looking left and right, inhaling and exhaling again and again to suppress the excitement in his heart. He sighed that after escaping more than a dozen times, he finally got his wish and stood in the barracks that he had dreamed of and longed for for a long time.

On the other hand, Shangguan Jiyue has a calm face, and there are not too many ups and downs in her eyes like a deep tan, although she has not really been on the battlefield in the nine years of Shangguan's family, but every time the second brother Shangguan Jiyang returns to the court, he will tell her about the neighing of ten thousand horses and the tragedy of swallowing mountains and rivers. But now, the handsome young man who was full of spirit has now died unjustly and turned into a cup of loess.

Shangguan Jiyue was sad in her heart, and unconsciously clenched her hanging hands, and her eyes were as deep as bottomless tan. Mo Yi looked at her and sneered, and said in a low voice: "Looking at your pretended calm appearance at the beginning, the master thought that you were really not nervous at all!" So you're just putting on a show, haha! ”

When Shangguan Jiyue heard this, she turned her head to look at Mo Yi on her side, twisted her eyebrows slightly, secretly calmed down her thoughts, slowly relaxed her fingers, gathered her mind, calmed down, and did not say a word.

"Hey!" Mo Yi bumped Shangguan Jiyue with his elbow and said with a smile, "Don't pretend, it's not a shame to be nervous, look at me, I'm so excited!" Master can finally go into battle to kill the enemy! ”

Shangguan Jiyue threw him an eye knife and said lightly: "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you, I don't know what the situation is, don't be happy too early!" ”

"No matter what, now that the master is standing on the training ground of this school, he can be regarded as a soldier! If you are lucky enough to be under the command of the old general Yuwen and kill the enemy side by side with him, then the master will have no regrets about his death! ”

Mo Yi pondered alone, Shangguan Jiyue didn't answer again, and turned her gaze to a tall man who looked like a general striding from a distance.

In charge of the assignment and placement was a major general under Yu Wenyi, who came in a military uniform, tall and strong, about thirty years old, and had a beard. Maybe after a long time on the battlefield, he was full of killing majesty, and his eyes were blazing, sweeping over everyone present.

Shangguan Jiyue and Mo Yi stood in the front row of the team, and they could feel the coercion deliberately released by this staff leader the most, especially when his gaze swept over himself and Mo for a second longer, as if looking at the thin skin and tender flesh of the two people, their bodies were weak, and they were no different from the white-faced scholars who had no power to restrain the chicken, and their eyes were full of mockery and disdain.

After everyone was assigned one after another, only she and Mo were the only ones standing there abruptly on the entire empty training ground.

In the end, the counselor slowly walked in front of the two of them, and said to the two of them condescendingly: "You two, there is still a shortage of manpower in the dining room, you can report it yourself." After speaking, he pointed to the southeast corner of the training ground, and without looking at them again, he strode away on his own.

"What?! Guy?! Mo Yi finally eased up at this moment, raised his hand and pointed to the direction where the leader left, stomped his feet and shouted, "The master is here to kill the enemy!" Not here to be a man's cook! ”