In the next few days, Jiang Ning trained several times under the guidance of Mu Jingzhao.

Jiang Ning is lively and active, smart and clever, knows how to draw inferences from each other in riding and shooting, and has a tacit understanding with Treading Snow.

As a result, she made rapid progress, and in just three days, she was able to ride a horse with ease.

However, what Jiang Ning didn't expect was that since Liu Jinfu was seriously ill that day, she had been sick for many days one after another.

Jiang Ning roughly learned from Mu Jingzhao's narration that the wind and cold of the concubine this time were menacing, so that the concubine, who had always been healthy, was bedridden for many days, and it was quite difficult to even eat and live at the very least, let alone teach her to ride and shoot.

So Jiang Ning had to give up the plan to let the concubine teach him to ride and shoot, and he could only reluctantly let Mu Jingzhao teach him.

Jiang Ning and Mu Jingzhao got along for nearly ten days, but they didn't have any sparks.

Ever since Jiang Ning realized that Mu Jingzhao and Liu Jinfu had such an unforgettable past, she no longer had a way to get along with Mu Jingzhao normally.

Every natural physical contact with Mu Jingzhao would make her feel guilty, and as for why, Jiang Ning couldn't tell.

Time flickered by and it was the night before the summer hunt.

It was night, and a few warm yellow oil lamps were lit in the stables, and outside the fence of the stables, the Praetorian Guards lined up in a solemn and solemn manner.

In front of the team, Lu Feng was wearing armor and had a serious expression.

Lu Feng cleared his throat and swept his gaze over everyone present, "Tonight, everyone cheers up, if this stable is out of the pool, none of us will be able to escape!" ”

"Yes!!" The voices of the Praetorian Guards were low and powerful, with a little fear of disturbing the restraint and panic of the horses.

"Chen Guofu, you are in charge of the first stable; Liu Wenxiang, you are in charge of the second stable; Jiang Wenyong, you are in charge of the third stable—" Lu Feng commanded in a deep voice, and the Praetorian Guard commanders took their positions and walked towards the stables they were responsible for.

And Lu Feng went straight to Xunmei.

Since Jiang Ning and Mu Jingzhao were assassinated in the palace for the first time, Mu Jingzhao has paid more and more attention to the security issues in the harem.

However, even with this attention, assassinations continue to occur repeatedly.

All this responsibility naturally fell on the Praetorian Guards who guarded the safety of the palace.

Although Mu Jingzhao did not severely punish the Praetorian Guards for this, Lu Feng, as the deputy commander, felt guilty in his heart.

As far as his duties are concerned, he did not protect the safety of the king; Personally, Concubine Ning is as kind to him as a mountain, but he has put Jiang Ning in danger many times.

Coupled with Lin Zheng's mission this time, the burden of the Praetorian Guard fell on him.

He secretly made up his mind that he must raise his 100% spirit, and no matter what, he could not leave the slightest opportunity for the villains to take advantage of it.

Lu Feng stood upright beside Treading Xue, his expression was serious, and his eyes scanned everything in the stable.

Candles flickered in the stables, and every horse that might be used tomorrow was guarded by a straight Praetorian Guard.

As the night wore on, the sporadic sounds of munching hay in the stables faded away. With a slight smell of forage and horse manure in the night breeze, Lu Feng tilted his head slightly and looked at Xunmei in the fence beside him.

Xunmei stood in the corner of the stable, and the faint candlelight fell on Xunmei's oily and slippery fur, leaving a few small points of light.

Its eyes are closed, and only its nostrils and abdomen rise and fall regularly with its breathing.

Lu Feng exhaled lightly.

The night breeze blew, Lu Feng raised his head and yawned, and the moment he looked up, his eyes saw the entrance of the stable, a petite figure carrying a lantern slowly walking in his direction.

Almost without much effort, Lu Feng recognized that the person who came was Zheliu.

He swallowed half of his yawn, and he looked in the direction of the willow, his rich eyebrows and eyes stained with a little misty wetness.

The candles on both sides illuminated Oriyu's face, and Oriyanagi blew out the lantern in his hand and smiled at Lu Feng.

The Praetorian Guards present had long been accustomed to this, but they still couldn't stop casting envious glances at Lu Feng.

In fact, it's not that all of these people present are not good.

It's just that within the walls of this huge palace, there is no second place outside the cold palace that is so loose and free.

It is also impossible to find a second master as enlightened and kind-hearted as Jiang Ning.

Therefore, at this time, these people who have good friends can only stare at Zheliu and Lin Zheng who love each other and secretly blush.

Zheliu nodded and gestured to the Praetorian Guards, and slowly walked in front of Lu Feng.

She glanced up at the stable behind Lu Feng, and after confirming that Xunmei had fallen asleep, she lowered her voice and leaned over to Lu Feng's ear and whispered, "I heard that your Praetorian Guards are going to stay in the stable all night, so I came to see you." ”

Lu Feng looked at her, smiled gently, reached out and gently rubbed the top of the folded willow hair, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Zhe Liu's hand holding the lunch box stretched out towards Lu Feng, "I prepared hot tea for you, it's cold at night, drink some." ”

As he spoke, he took out a set of blue and white tea sets from the food box, and the spout of the teapot was constantly steaming upward.

She poured a cup of tea and handed it to Lu Feng.

Lu Feng stretched out his hand to take it, looked up at the people stationed in front of the stable, and stopped talking.

For a moment, Lu Feng suddenly felt that as the deputy commander, he really shouldn't be lazy and enjoy alone.

However, there were too many people stationed there, and the teapot brought by Zheliu was only the size of a palm, and after removing the weight of tea leaves, he could only pour out three or four cups of tea, which was really not enough to distribute to everyone present.

"Why don't you drink it?"

Lu Feng forcibly suppressed the guilt in his heart in the eyes full of anticipation in Zheliu, and lowered his head to sip a stream of hot tea.

With the swallowing of the tea, a stream of heat instantly slid into Lu Feng's abdomen, spreading Lu Feng's whole body.

Lu Feng let out a sigh of satisfaction, turned his head, and smiled at Zheliu.

Love flowed like a night breeze between the two of them.

The Praetorian Guards stationed there cast envious glances at Lu Feng from time to time, but they quietly dodged when Lu Feng was aware of it.

There are even a few people who secretly made up their minds that they must try their best to send their sweethearts to Concubine Ning's palace.

Judging from the current situation, almost everyone in the palace has reached a consensus.

That is, as long as you are good friends with Concubine Ning, there must be no harm.

The night wind rustled the hay in the stables.

Time flowed bit by bit in the love of Lu Feng and Zheliu and the envious eyes of everyone in the Praetorian Guard.

Lu Feng drank the tea, and Zheliu couldn't bear to disturb her work, just stood quietly beside Lu Feng and accompanied Lu Feng.

As the night grew darker, the Praetorian Guards present yawned from time to time, and there was a bit of distress in their eyes.

At that moment, a slow, slightly chaotic sound of footsteps slowly approached in the direction of the stables.

Lu Feng's expression was serious, and he instantly stood up straight, concentrating in the direction of the footsteps.

Seeing the source of the sound, a column of palace maids carrying lanterns and lunch boxes slowly walked in the direction of the stables after all.

Zheliu put down the lunch box with a serious expression.

(End of chapter)