The air is filled with the strong smell of wine, and there are "sizzling" barbecue grills on top of the bonfires, and there are people wrestling with each other, and onlookers burst into colorful sounds from time to time. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info It seems that the celebration scene in the army is almost the same no matter where it is, rough and noisy.

Qianye lay flat in the canopy of a large dense tree, with his hands behind his head, his eyes reflecting the deep blue night sky and the twin Alpha stars that almost occupied half of the sky.

The days under the Iron Curtain have been too long, and even the sight of the Crimson Moon makes me feel intimate.

The figure of Zhao Jundu suddenly appeared among the branches and leaves, sat down beside him, and asked, "Are you running away from drinking or avoiding war?"

"Both. Qianye replied honestly, and then there was a hint of helplessness on his face, he just knew that he already had such a resounding reputation in the Zhao Valve team.

Zhao is still martial, the private army is fierce, and the bloody battle for several months can still survive to this day, all of them are veterans of a hundred battles. There was no difference between up and down on this kind of occasion, so Qianye really felt the enthusiasm of a Yanyun iron horseman, and when he overturned at least one company of people in the wrestling, and drank with more than half of the soldiers present, he finally couldn't support it anymore and ran to this side of the tree.

"The team will rest for five days, and then see how the Iron Curtain changes and the Emperor's orders. Zhao Jundu said: "What are your plans?"

"I'm going back to Blackstream. The Iron Curtain may open at any time, and the Nangong family suffered a big loss last time, so I'm afraid it won't stop. ”

"If you're worried about Song Zining, you don't have to. Although Nangong is arrogant, he is not stupid. Song Zining is so high-profile now, unless the Nangong family doesn't want to be upgraded to a gate valve, they won't kill him openly for the sake of fame. Moreover, with Song Zining's identity, he only killed some vassals of the two side branches at the beginning, and this matter can be ended by losing money. ”

Qianye shook his head and said, "I am the one who has a grudge against the Nangong family. ”

Zhao Jundu frowned, "Nangong Xiaofeng injured Yu Ying, and the Duke of Youguo didn't let go of his mouth to reconcile with the Nangong family." If they still dare to find you, I will let them know that even if there is no Iron Curtain, it will not be their turn to deceive me. ”

Qianye heard it at this time, Zhao Jundu only knew part of the grievances between him and the Nangong family, Zhao Yuying didn't seem to mention the matter of Nangong Xiaoniao, but Qianye didn't have the idea of letting Zhao Valve stand up for him, and said at the moment: "I can handle this matter myself." ”

Zhao Jundu's eyebrows did not disperse, and said: "The empire has rules, and the matter of bloody battles is bloody battles." On the whole, of course, each family obeys, but it is easy to block with open guns, and difficult to prevent with hidden arrows. Since this matter started because of the rain and cherry blossoms, it is natural for me Zhao Valve to come forward. ”

Qianye thought for a moment and said, "I have my own accounts to settle with them, and some things are not measured by benefits. ”

Zhao Jundu was so smart that he immediately heard his meaning. The negotiation of the gate valve family is nothing more than a trade-off, even Zhao Yuying's identity, at the negotiation table of the two families, is just a bargaining chip, but the value is different.

However, in the battle of the Black Current, if it weren't for Song Zining turning the tide and single-handedly creating a miracle, what would have happened? Although he won a great victory in the end, Qianye was not ready to forget what the Nangong family had done, and he wanted to settle this grievance in his own way.

The two of them were silent for a moment.

The atmosphere on the campus was still boiling, and there were some joyful notes left after passing through the lush foliage, making this little world exceptionally quiet and peaceful.

Zhao Jundu suddenly said: "Actually, when I was young, I hated you the most. ”

Qianye was stunned for a moment and turned his head to look. In the sparse shadows of the canopy, Zhao Jundu's flawless face was still dazzling.

"For the first time, I saw my mother crying, secretly, carrying everyone behind her back. I know it's because of you. ”

"You're sitting by the window, little one, than ...... The vase doesn't grow much. ”

"I pushed you down on the bed, and you struggled for a long time, and you sat up on your own, and pushed down, and sat up again. It's stupid, I can't even cry. ”

"I couldn't speak until I was two years old. ”

"Father saw that I always went to your yard and thought that I liked you too. ”

"The nurse who took care of you at first was a bit lazy, bathed you, and often didn't dry her hair completely. Once, you got the wind and got a fever, and your face was so red and hot, but you didn't cry. Just say, it hurts. ”

Zhao Jundu's words were intermittent, and he didn't even describe a complete thing, as if he was talking more to himself. His expression was very calm, and his eyes were fixed on a point in the void, as if he could see the long river of time flowing backwards.

Qianye listened patiently, that was also his life, although he no longer had the slightest memory.

The wind whistled and rushed from the land of eternal night, the branches and leaves swayed, the rustling sound became louder and louder, and Zhao Jundu's slightly cold voice became more fragmented, and at some point, it stopped completely.

In the early morning, Qianye quietly left and returned to the Black Stream.

When Qianye returned to Blackstream City, he almost didn't know the jubilant and noisy city in front of him. It was ten o'clock in the evening when he arrived, but the city gates were not closed, and there was a long queue of various convoys and people waiting to pay to enter the city.

The city is also brightly lit, and you can faintly hear the sounds of boiling people and even music.

Qianye squeezed into the crowd, and the Dark Fire Officer at the gate of the city recognized him, and immediately saluted, "Lord Qianye, you are back!" and then desperately carved a way out of the crowd.

Qianye stepped into the city, stunned by the sight in front of him, and almost forgot to ask the dark fire officer.

I saw that on the main road leading to the west city gate, the crowd can be described as rubbing shoulders, and there are many stalls in the open air on both sides of the road, selling everything, and there are even dancers circling in the street.

Qianye was speechless for a while, looked up at the sky, and the gray iron curtain collapsed like a curtain. If it weren't for that, he would have almost forgotten that Blackstream City was still within the scope of a bloody battle.

"What's going on?"

"The Hidden Spring Merchant Group is here! stay for three days this time!" there was a hint of excitement in the voice of the Darkfire officer.

Life in the Eternal Night Continent has been monotonous and boring for most of the time, and Blackstream City has been only a third-rate city since its establishment, and it is located on the border. The caravans have also been mainly practical, and it is rare to see luxury goods, let alone a large merchant group like Hidden Spring, which ranks high in the empire.

Hidden Spring, Ah Qi, Ah Jiu, and the place where the deceased Seventeen was born. Something in Qianye's heart stabbed slightly.

Then Qianye remembered again that Song Zining had not once or twice instigated him to go to the big city to watch the performance of the Hidden Spring Business Group, and by the way, he would buy some good goods, but he refused every time. Unexpectedly, Song Zining actually had the ability to get the hidden spring to Blackstream City.

The bloody war is not over yet!

Qianye's face suddenly darkened, looked at the noisy street in front of him, and asked, "Why are there so many people in the city?"

It turned out that after Song Zining began to accept the family team to join, more and more people came to Blackstream City. These are the true noble children of the upper continent, even if life is simpler in wartime, the original supply of Blackstream City is too rough and meager.

Of course, the children of those families will not be short of money, and Song Zining has his own means in this regard, so gradually various business groups come to Blackstream City to trade, and the flow of people will increase. It wasn't until the Hidden Springs Merchant Troupe, which toured the continents, claimed to be performing a three-day show in Blackstream City, that the excitement reached its peak.

Even though Blackstream City was under the Iron Curtain, there was still an endless stream of people coming from the rest of Trois-Rivières and even the surrounding counties.

Thinking of the dark army gathered in the No. 87 Mountains hundreds of kilometers away, and then looking at the lively neighborhood in front of him, Qianye didn't know what to say. Where is this like a front-line theater?

When Qianye walked into the gate of the Dark Fire Base, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, this place is still very normal, everything is in order. The watchtowers and lookouts were heavily guarded, the cold light of firearms was occasionally reflected from the commanding heights, and a long military horn was sounding on the side of the colonel, which should have been the end of the evening drill.

Qianye met Song Hu, who had just finished handling a day's military affairs at the door of the main building, and asked Song Zining to be in the small school field next to the armory, so he went straight over.

But while Qianye walked, there was still something strange in his heart. Usually, it is rare to see Song Zining practicing in a serious way, his martial arts are said to come from calligraphy and painting comprehension, and he doesn't even go to virtual martial arts much, let alone practice firearms and weapons in the small school field so late.

The small school yard is the northernmost part of the armory, an open space in front of a spare floating boat storehouse, which is reserved for the use of several senior officers in the open air for the practice of dark fire.

The small field was brightly lit by the Force, and the two rusty doors of the storeroom were open, and a small trailer was placed next to the door, on which were various melee weapons and firearms.

At this time, a chaise longue is placed in front of the trailer, the material seems to be some rare wood, the handwork is very delicate, the lines are smooth, people feel very comfortable to lie on it when they see it.

Qianye recognized from a distance that the person who was pretending to sleep on the recliner was Song Zining, and he was completely speechless at the moment.

Of course, there are other people who are doing firearms training. There was a cloud of white light hovering over the schoolyard, it was a braggar sword-style melee weapon, most suitable for the front army's charge.

Qianye watched the white light suddenly circling, suddenly slashing horizontally, and suddenly slashing diagonally, although the move was a bit monotonous, but the weight lifting was light and smooth, obviously the person who used the knife was very suitable for using this kind of heavy weapon.

But why is the overall position of this white light so low?

At this moment, the white light flickered, revealing a small figure, and the long knife flew up, making an arc and falling into the trailer where the weapon was placed, without making a single sound.

Qianye looked at the little figure a little dumbfounded, and a somewhat strange thought suddenly appeared in her mind, is there something wrong with Zhu Ji's early childhood education?

Zhu Ji stood in place, touched her slightly curly hair, and then pulled the small skirt in the style of a lagu costume, and then rushed towards Song Zining like a cannonball, climbed up to his knees skillfully, and sat upright.

Song Zining moved, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at Zhu Ji, who was sitting elegantly on his lap, like being at a banquet, and showed a shallow smile with unknown meaning. Then he turned his head, looked at Qianye, and smiled, "Back?"

ps: Finally before twelve o'clock, no break!

Thank you Supreme Light will not tell, thank you to the new alliance leader Pathpass, cki1976, and thank the silver alliance leader for reloading the rookie.

Thank you to all the readers who contributed to the 153-layer cake and of course thank you for the flowers.

I couldn't control the time of the working day, and I started writing late, but I was trying to pay off my debts. I have to jump in tears when I dig a pit.