On the fifteenth day of August, the third prince Xia Wenxuan announced that everyone would have a day off to celebrate the festival together, Ling Dongwu ran to Mu Zicheng's barracks to find him, and the guards guarding the door told her that General Mu had already gone out.

Her face darkened, don't think about it, Mu Zicheng must have gone to find his eldest lady,

Ling Dongwu walked to the small courtyard where Wu Hairong lived, and before he entered the door, he heard Mu Zicheng's hearty laughter coming from the house, and Wu Hairong's gentle whisper, it was obviously inappropriate for him to go in now, it was superfluous, Ling Dongwu slowly retreated back,

When night fell, a huge bonfire had been lit in the flattest square in front of the barracks, and the roaring light of the fire illuminated the huge square as bright as day.

This square is a place for ordinary military training, coinciding with the Mid-Autumn Festival, almost all the generals and officers gathered, and the square has already been crowded.

Around the bonfire, there were countless tables of wine banquets, Wu Hairong also came, Mu Zicheng took her to sit together, Xia Wenxuan naturally called Ling Dongwu to sit beside him, the two brothers and sisters who were inseparable in the past were separated by the red bonfire.

Xia Wenxuan smiled and looked at Ling Dongwu beside him, "Dongwu, do you want to dance the sword, this king will play the piano for you,"

"Thank you, Lord Wang, Dongwu doesn't want to," Ling Dongwu smiled and shook his head,

"What about playing the zither or singing?"

"I don't want to, I just want to be an audience today," Ling Dongwu frowned a little irritably,

"Okay, then the king will immediately order someone to set off fireworks for Dongwu," Xia Wenxuan looked at Ling Dongwu attentively and enthusiastically, Mu Zicheng looked through the bonfire, and saw Ling Dongwu's half-low pink neck, Xia Wenxuan almost whispered something in his ear, and the intimacy was abnormal,

There were colorful fireworks blooming in the sky, everyone admired and watched the fireworks, Ling Dongwu glanced at the fireworks, and then at Mu Zicheng and Wu Hairong not far away, they all raised their heads to look at the fireworks in the sky, from a distance, it looked like they were shoulder to shoulder, head to head, the fireworks in the sky one after another reflected a little golden light on their faces, shining, beautiful and enchanting,

Fireworks are beautiful, but they are just a flash in the pan, all beautiful and dazzling things are not long-lasting, short-lived beauty,

Wu Hairong is a person who is extremely smart and clever, very good at observing words and feelings, and knows how to do what she likes, she will do whatever Mu Zicheng likes, Mu Zicheng exercises every morning, she also follows, Mu Zicheng likes to be thrifty, she wears a cloth dress every day, Mu Zicheng likes to read, she also sits under the lamp every day and reads hard,

Wu Hairong also has a hobby, she especially likes to cook, she will change her tricks every day, simple meals in her hands, they have become delicacies, she will wait at the door of the training ground every night, like a wife waiting for her husband to come home, and then return to her small courtyard with Mu Zicheng for dinner,

She is good at sociability, and has excellent popularity, less than half a month, she has a very close relationship with Mu Zicheng's cronies, generals and families, and is very close, and she is deeply welcomed and loved by everyone.

And all of this together, Ling Dongwu couldn't do it, she could only watch herself and Mu Zicheng become more and more estranged,

Ling Dongwu didn't want her relationship with her brother to be estranged like this, thinking that her brother would go to morning practice every morning, she also forced herself to get up early and come to the martial arts training ground.

The sky in the east has shown the first glimmer of light, and many people have come to the church one after another, all of them are particularly diligent soldiers, who want to get ahead when they go to the battlefield, so they work harder,

Mu Zicheng is already practicing Wucheng morning exercises, Wu Hairong is a dart game at home, and naturally she also knows some kung fu, since she knows that Mu Zicheng has to do morning exercises every day, she also gets up early and exercises with Mu Zicheng in the morning, but most of the time she follows him after running forward, serving tea and pouring water, taking clothes and handing swords,

Ling Dongwu watched from a distance as Wu Hairong delivered a bowl of herbal tea to Mu Zicheng, Mu Zicheng raised his neck and drank in, Mu Zicheng put down the bowl, Wu Hairong hurriedly took it, and the two of them looked at each other and smiled,

Every time she saw Mu Zicheng and Wu Hairong talking softer and softer, she couldn't help but be full of resentment, "Brother, Miss Wu, I will also exercise with you in the morning today,"

"Yes,"

After Mu Zicheng agreed, he continued to practice the sword technique without looking at her, Ling Dongwu saw that he had such a cold attitude towards him, thinking about the scene when he urged himself to get up every morning to practice, as in a dream,

Ling Dongwu stepped aside, and began to practice archery alone,

Mu Zicheng danced the knife absentmindedly, peeking at Ling Dongwu who was facing away from him, dressed in a strong suit, holding a bow and arrows, with a side face as white as jade, and a long row of eyelashes covering his eyes, because he was focused, so, motionless,

Hearing only a "whoosh", Ling Dongwu turned around, and an arrow hit the bullseye on the teaching field, her shooting method was almost equivalent to shooting with a mask, Mu Zicheng was happy in his heart, and secretly praised: What a hundred steps through Yang,

Ling Dongwu was very satisfied with his results, put down his bow and arrow, "What a hundred steps through Yang, sister, I didn't expect your arrows to shoot so accurately," I don't know when Wu Hairong called Ling Dongwu sister along with Mu Zicheng, in fact, she is one year younger than Ling Dongwu, Ling Dongwu should call her sister,

"Sister, can you teach me archery," Wu Hairong smiled and held Ling Dongwu's arm affectionately,

"Okay," Ling Dongwu readily agreed,

Wu Hairong looked down and saw the delicate arrow crossbow tied to Ling Dongwu's wrist, and groped with curiosity, "Sister, what is this?"

"Don't move," Ling Dongwu shouted, but it was too late, ten small arrows shot out like a torrential rain, and the sword blade on the side just scratched the back of Wu Hairong's hand, and the back of her hand was immediately dripping with blood,

"Ah," Wu Hairong screamed,

"What's the matter, I'll take a look," Mu Zicheng, who was practicing knives, hurriedly rushed over like a whirlwind, "What's the matter, it's all bleeding, miss, does it hurt?"

"En," Wu Hairong's painful tears rolled in her eyes, Chu Chu was very pitiful,

"Dong'er, why are you so careless," Mu Zicheng frowned, looking at Wu Hairong's hand,

"It's not me, it's not the organ I touched," Ling Dongwu explained aggrievedly,

"Even if it's not the mechanism you touched, you should know the power of that thing on your wrist, and you should take care of that mechanism," Mu Zicheng impatiently stretched out his hand and pulled Ling Dongwu aside, "Let's go, miss, I'll take you to the medical officer's place to bandage it,"

Ling Dongwu saw Mu Zicheng escorting Wu Hairong away, only to feel aggrieved and sad, and walked out of the camp of the third prince unconsciously.

***

Besides, Yi Zhikuo, after seeing Ling Dongwu in Tiantai Mountain, he was even more itchy, and he couldn't wait to catch Ling Dongwu back immediately and hold him in his arms, they followed Mu Zicheng's army back to Texas all the way, he came out this time with few people, and the third prince Xia Wenxuan's joint camp has 50,000 troops, he naturally will not break into the camp, only find an inn to stay,

After staying, Yi Zhikuo made careful arrangements for these soldiers he brought, and guarded outside the joint camp of the three princes in shifts, as long as Ling Dongwu left the camp, they would have a way to take her away.

Yi Zhikuo repeatedly told his subordinates to be careful in their actions and not to startle the snakes, so they lurked outside the joint camp these days, and no Nanzhao soldiers found them.

When his subordinates reported to him, saying that Ling Dongwu went out of the camp alone, he was happy, if Ling Dongwu left the barracks, catching her would be a quick catch, he went out of the inn, caught up with Ling Dongwu, and followed from afar, haha, the opportunity came,

Yi Zhikuo and the others are from the Western Regions, afraid that if someone finds out their identities in the downtown area, it will cause great trouble, in order not to attract attention, they all walk separately, and follow Ling Dongwu from a distance, Yi Zhikuo looked at the slender figure in front of him, and his heart was like a bell and drum beating, as if the next moment, the beauty would be nephrite warm and fragrant.

Yi Zhikuo walked in front of everyone, his wife was in front of him, he didn't dare to make a slight mistake, he only stared at Ling Dongwu's back, and made up his mind that there must be no one to rob people.

Ling Dongwu didn't know that he had been targeted, so he just lowered his head and walked forward blankly, thinking about Mu Zicheng's misunderstanding of himself just now, he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, he was still good to his young lady after all!

Mu Zicheng's young lady's family has a life-saving grace for him, and the beautiful young lady is naturally the heavenly girl he admired in his heart when he was young, he has wanted to be with her in this life since he was a child, but at that time the gap between the rich and the poor between him and her was too big, this may only be a beautiful longing in his heart, and now finally feng shui takes turns, the down-and-out rich lady, when he meets Mu Zicheng who is proud of the spring breeze, as long as he hints a little, that Wu Hairong will nod it, a young lady in distress, what else is there to be picky, What's more, Mu Zicheng has such good conditions, she is simply climbing him, any woman with a clear head, I believe she will agree to him without thinking, Mu Zicheng will respect and love her, and can build a new comfortable world for her, the two of them are of course together right now......

Ling Dongwu speculated in her heart about Mu Zicheng's current relationship with Wu Hairong, and unconsciously walked to a secluded alley, suddenly someone reached out and clasped her shoulder, Ling Dongwu was shocked, she had also practiced martial arts, how could someone follow behind and not know at all,

Ling Dongwu hurriedly shrank her body, wanting to get out of the control of the big hand, but that hand was like an iron tong, clamping her firmly, unable to move, the fear that she had not had for a long time suddenly hit Ling Dongwu's heart, and before she could shout, her mouth had been firmly covered by a big hand, and in the panic, she looked back, and saw the demon she feared the most in her life, Yi Zhikuo,

Ling Dongwu was only frightened and trembled involuntarily, his palms were covered with cold sweat, Yi Zhikuo saw that he was finally in his arms, and smiled proudly: "My little fairy, look where you are still running, go back with King Benhan obediently, and be your princess with peace of mind,"