It was already dusk, but there was still a scorching feeling of the scorching sun in the air, and there were still bumps between soldiers and cheers mixed with the cheers of the soldiers during military training. Between the collisions of one move and one style, it is like a torrent, swinging up the precipitated dry soil.

Alien to the blue-gray and rude armor on the school field was a bright red shadow. It was about fifteen or sixteen years old, although she didn't have the appearance of a shy flower in the closed moon, but she also had bright eyes and bright teeth, and her eyebrows were a little sharp.

Holding a curved bow corresponding to her figure, she fired an arrow at a distant target. Whew——, steady, but not a pip away from the heart.

The girl seemed to be a little dissatisfied, and was about to try again with an arrow, when a man in military uniform walked by, snatched her small bow, handed her a brocade handkerchief, and comforted: "Huanhuan, I've been practicing for so long today, take a rest!"

The girl seemed to be a little dissatisfied, and was angry: "I've practiced for so long, but I haven't made any progress!"

This man is Lu Li, the son of the protector general of the Southern Wei Kingdom, and the general of the main army of the Southern Wei State. And the little girl in front of him is his own sister, Lu Qinghuan.

Seeing his sister's puffed up, Lu Li smiled instead, "It's not that you don't have enough accuracy, but you don't have enough strength, you can't shoot that far, you get closer to the target, and you can naturally hit the bull's-eye." ”

Lu Qinghuan shook Lu Li's eyes in the face, and asked rhetorically: "Could it be that on the battlefield, the enemy can still come close to let me fight?"

Lu Li was speechless for a while, but he quickly reacted, and said: "You know, you can't go to the battlefield, you don't need to think about it."

Hearing this, Lu Qinghuan turned around and said discouragedly: "Go back."

Lu Li was a little unbearable, but he had to make Qing Huan give up the idea of going into battle.

After returning home, Lu Qinghuan was still interested, and casually picked up a few bites of food and went back to the room. Lu Li knew that Qing Huan was still sad about what he said just now, and wanted to open his mouth to comfort his throat but it was like a blockage, so he thought about it or forget it, let her be clean and clean, and take her out to have a good time on a cloudy day.

Lu Qinghuan's personal maid Pomegranate tiptoed open the door. At that time, Qing Huan was lying on the table and playing with the brush in his hand, the pen was not dipped in ink, but the dry ink on it drew a shallow mark on the paper.

"Miss, the bathing water is ready."

Qing Huan looked up at Pomegranate and asked, "Pomegranate, what do you think of this word?"

Pomegranate looked at the lightly colored bars randomly drawn on the paper, and a poem that he had copied from a book a few days ago:

Go to Guo Xuan Yingchang, no village to look at credit.

Chengjiang is flat and less bank, and the secluded trees are late and flowery.

The drizzle of fish comes out, and the breeze swallows slanting.

There are 100,000 households in the city, and there are two or three here.

Although Pomegranate is the servant of the general's mansion, she has also been taken care of by the general's wife, read some books and know some words. Compared with Qing Huan's calm temperament, this style is even better than Qing Huan.

"Miss has improved a lot." Pomegranate praised from the bottom of her heart.

The general's wife is the princess of the Nanwei Kingdom, the sister of the current saint, and the famous talented woman in the Nanwei Kingdom. In the past, Mrs. would always urge Miss to read and write, but Miss was always playful, and she was not interested in these dance and ink things, since the death of Mrs. and the general six years ago, Miss's temperament suddenly calmed down a lot, and the once delicate and lovely is now only seen by the person who serves herself.

Lu Qinghuan didn't speak, she thought of many past events.

At that time, her mother always urged her to read and learn calligraphy, but she didn't listen, and always relied on her brother to take her out to play. Now she will calm down and learn to read well, and if her mother is still here, she should also praise herself.

It was night, and Qing Huan was tightly besieged by nightmares. She dreamed of being assassinated by masked men six years ago while traveling with her mother. In order to protect herself, her mother died tragically. She dreamed of the mysterious man in white who saved her, healed her and then disappeared inexplicably. Suddenly, I dreamed that Lord Chincha was holding a holy decree saying that his father was being assassinated in the palace. Then there were the cries in the mourning hall and the people who came and went in their usual clothes......

It seems that I heard someone whispering "Ayi, Ayi......"

The voice suddenly shattered, and the clear and loud voice of the pomegranate was heard, "Miss, Miss......"

Lu Qinghuan opened his eyes suddenly, and remembered a little bit of the various fragments in the dream just now, but he couldn't recall it when he thought about it.

Seeing that Qinghuan woke up, Pomegranate hurriedly ran to pour a glass of water and handed it to her. "The young lady just yelled and screamed, scared the pomegranate to death!"

Qing Huan took a sip of water and comforted her: "It's okay, it's just a dream, why haven't you slept yet?"

"I was about to go to bed when I heard a movement, Miss is fine!"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a dream. By the way, what time is it? Qinghuan rubbed her eyes, she slept earlier than usual today, and she didn't know what time it was.

Pomegranate thought for a moment and said, "It's time now."

"It's so late, go to sleep."

Qing Huan urged Pomegranate to rest, but she didn't feel sleepy, she leaned on the bed and looked at her hands. Her hands are not as tender as ordinary boudoirs, and there are calluses on them that have been sharpened by years of martial arts. Although she has practiced martial arts for many years, she is only good at bows and arrows, and she is also good at self-defense. As for swords, guns and swords, she is not good at either.

Just like my brother said today, just like her, she doesn't want to fight with people at all.

The daughter of the General's Mansion does not need to live like other nobles of the high-ranking family every day with piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and embroidery, and she is comfortable and chic at will. Lu Qinghuan should have learned what he wanted according to his own preferences. But when she was a child, she fell and injured herself, and she made a big cut on her arm, and only later did she realize that her body did not feel, and she didn't know the pain when she was injured, and she didn't know that the blood was exhausted. Since then, even if she likes to dance with knives and guns, the general and his wife will not dare to come by her temperament. If you hurt yourself, the consequences are unimaginable. When she was young, she was only allowed to play with a slingshot, and this archery was only learned by Qinghuan after an accident at home. But she is indeed extremely talented in this area, and her accuracy has always been good, but her strength is slightly worse.

Only Qing Huan's parents, brothers, and personal maid Pomegranate knew about this matter, after all, if this strange disease spread, it would inevitably be treated as a monster.

Lu Qinghuan subconsciously shook his head, let himself not think about those troubles, lie down and close his eyes and sleep.

The next day, early in the morning, Lu Li sent someone to call Qinghuan to get up. This made her sullen and reluctantly came to the dining room.

"Why didn't you go to school today?" Lu Qinghuan said a little angrily. With that, he took a bite of food in his mouth.

On weekdays, my brother is the most diligent, even if he goes home to rest, he will be able to see him on the school grounds, two points and one line, rain or shine.

"I can't rest?" Lu Li reluctantly poured a glass of water for Qing Huan and handed it to her: "Just get up, drink a glass of water first." After that, he added, "I'll take you out for a walk today." ”

"Oh."

Lu Qinghuan knew that his brother was not good at words, and he had taken his emotions to heart yesterday. She was grateful for her brother's care, but she didn't know what to say. After all, Lu Li has been fighting outside all the year round, and she is not estranged, but she can't say some considerate words.

There is nothing interesting outside, rather than wandering around the street, Lu Qinghuan prefers to practice martial arts in the house or in the school. The two walked around the street and bought some jewelry that their daughter's family liked. Seeing that the sun was getting hotter and hotter, he found a teahouse to rest for a while.

Although it was only a few days, the teahouse was already full, and the private rooms on the upper floor were full, and there were only a few empty tables left in the hall. It is estimated that it is all to hide from the scorching sun.

Lu Li took Qinghuan to find a rare empty table to sit down, and ordered tea and a few plates of pastries. Listen to an old showman on the central stage.

This is about the secret love and hatred between the monarch of the Beiling Kingdom, Wei Ranfeng, and the prime minister, Su Liang. said that although this Wei Ran was crowned as a monarch and had 3,000 beauties, he never spoiled any concubines in the harem, and even the queen found an excuse to send him outside the palace. During his reign, he saw the most Prime Minister Su Liang. There must be some unspeakable secrets between the two men......

Lu Li shook his head helplessly, and said: "This arrangement is really enough, a good monarch and saint and sage have been told to be like this." ”

Lu Qinghuan asked with some curiosity: "I heard that Wei Ran Feng overthrew the tyranny of the previous dynasty, and Su Liang has been by his side to give him advice and plan to win the world, and after Wei Ran Feng took the throne, he did not delay in the beauty of the harem, so it is naturally easy for people to think about it." ”

Lu Li couldn't help but laugh when he saw his sister's innocent look, and said, "You actually believe it?" Don't you remember that Wei Ranfeng and his queen had a son named Wei Ranze? You ought to have seen it when you were young. ”

Lu Qinghuan nodded, she had indeed seen that Wei Ranze at the palace banquet when she was a child. However, due to his young age at the time and the long time that has passed, he has no impression of that person's face at all.

"As an emperor, it makes sense to leave a child to pass it on." Lu Qinghuan thought about it for a while, but still felt that the rumors of broken sleeves also had noses and eyes.

"When I was guarding the border a few years ago, I heard from a spy that Na Su Liang had a son named Su Lin. It is said that this Su Lin has been weak and sick since he was a child, and he has been raised in the house for a long time, so few people know about it. ”

"That's right." Lu Qinghuan nodded as if he didn't understand.

"Besides, Su Liang has been by Wei Ranfeng's side to give him advice, and he doesn't say what he wants to do for himself, or the two are like-minded, or they happen to be like Bole Sagara. It's a great blessing to meet people who can fulfill each other. Lu Li explained.

The same is true for Lu Li, in the early years, he felt that the battlefield conquest and meritorious service were in exchange for military merit and glory. After witnessing the death of his father, he realized that the appearance of a monarch and a sage like the Beiling Kingdom is unattainable.

Lu Qinghuan didn't seem to understand when he heard it, as if he remembered something, and suddenly asked, "How can my brother have a private agent?" It's for ...... Look for...... Sister Nangong? ”

Hearing this, Lu Li was stunned.

Yes, after so many years, I don't know where she is now...... Luckily?