433. Chapter 433 People rely on clothes, ambiguous traces


Chapter 433 People rely on clothes, ambiguous traces

Ji Qingwu turned around and said, "Eunuch Li, please wait here, I'll go out for a walk."

Li Yuzong said in embarrassment: "But , The Emperor specifically instructed the old slave to be by your side at all times, and never leave you."

Ji Qingwu said: "I don't need anyone to accompany you, and this is in the military camp, and there will be no problem, Li Father-in-law, I just want to go out for some breath and won’t go far.”

Li Yuzong wanted to say something, but he couldn’t resist Ji Qingwu’s way. After saying that, Niao Niao's figure disappeared in front of her.

After Ji Qingwu walked outside the tent, he was shaking by the cold wind.

I still couldn't feel the coldness in the tent. Fortunately, the buns she was holding were still steaming and oily paper, which was just enough to warm her hands.

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Schoolyard in the North Military Camp.

The spear is like a forest, and the cold light flashes, reflecting the rising sun, dyeing the schoolyard a golden red.

Deputy General Feng Xiang gave the order, and shouted loudly like a bell: "Let's array!"

The soldiers agreed in unison, the sound of armor colliding like thunder rolling, and the schoolyard was filled with murderous aura.

Ji Qingwu hid at the corner of the school ground and took a bite of the sauce-sauce bun in her hand. It was salty, fragrant and juicy. After taking a bite, it dispelled the chill of the morning and he came alive.

She secretly felt glad in her heart that because her elder sister gave birth last time, she forced her to call out the "off-time" sub-production system, worried that if the system crashes and causes the points to fail, she redeems a large number of skills.

This includes body recovery techniques.

Therefore, even after experiencing the intense incident last night, Ji Qingwu still had everything as usual while walking, without any sign of fatigue.

Ji Qingwu's eyes glanced past the soldiers, and her eyes fell on the mighty figure on the platform. The corners of her lips raised slightly, and a trace of pleasure flashed in her eyes.

Facing with such a handsome face, the meat bag in his hand seemed to be even more fragrant.

Emperor Wusu did not wear a big cloak today, and was wearing a black armor. The dragon on the armor looked lifelike under the sunlight.

Ji Qingwu had to admit that people rely on clothes, and even the emperor was no exception.

Wearing this pair of armor, he was the majestic emperor in the northern army, and he was completely different from the man who hugged her and whispered gently last night.

The morning breeze blows by, and a strand of hair on Zhao Mingyan’s temples rises lightly with the wind. Although he was not wearing a cloak, he did not lose his majesty at all.

He asked coldly, "What are you practicing today?"

Weiting was not healed and was not on the battlefield, but stood at the emperor's lower head.

He stepped forward, clasped his fists and replied, "Go back to the emperor, practice breaking the formation today."

Zhao Mingyan nodded and picked up a long spear on the weapon rack. The tip of the spear shook and a cold light suddenly appeared.

At the same time, the soldiers let out irresistible cheers, as if they had already been looking forward to this moment.

Ji Qingwu looked at the darkness below the audience in surprise, their faces full of excitement and excitement.

Seeing this scene, Weiting smiled helplessly, not because he wanted to practice breaking the formation, but because Emperor Wu Su picked up the spear.

Weiting said, "Your Majesty, everyone has long been looking forward to your personal guidance."

Unexpectedly, Emperor Wu Su had such a good interest today. After thinking about it for a while, Wei Ting knew that it was mostly related to Ji Qingwu. Thinking of this, his breathing became heavier.

Zhao Mingyan turned the spear and the soldiers below were staring at his every move.

He said in a low voice: "Set the Eight Gate Golden Lock Formation."

The Eight Gate Golden Lock Formation is created by combining the Eight Trigrams diagrams, and has extremely strong defense and counterattack capabilities, which is especially suitable for A long confrontation.

The soldiers knew in their hearts that the battle with Xijin had the same force as the two sides, and even Xijin had a slight advantage. This battle would definitely be a lasting battle.

After receiving the order, the commander waved the order flag and the war drums moved, and the soldiers quickly changed their formation. Zhao Mingyan jumped into the formation, his spear was like a dragon, and wherever he passed, his mangled straw targets fell to the ground one after another.

His movements flowed through the clouds and water, and the mysterious armor drew afterimages in the morning light, as if a dragon was passing through the formation.

Ji Qingwu, hiding in the corner, was fascinated by the sight. She forgot to chew the buns in her mouth and ate herself into a bun-faced look.

Zhao Mingyan turned the spear head, his eyes shot straight towards the direction where Ji Qingwu was.

She saw the cold and murderous look in his eyes, and her heart tightened, and she was caught off guard and choked by the bun.

Ji Qingwu quickly stroked her chest and finally got through the breath.

She once thought that the power of an emperor was nothing more than the blessing of authority. But at this moment, she realized that the true majesty originated from him, and that awe-inspiring momentum made people feel awe.

She had never seen Emperor Wu Su who was killing the enemy on the battlefield. I guess his movements were even more sharp than the drill at that time. Just one look could make the enemy frightened.

I haven't seen him like this for a long time.

Ji Qingwu couldn't help but recall the scene when he met Emperor Wu Su for the first time in the Empress Dowager's Cining Palace.

No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!

At that time, she didn't dare to look up and shivered when she heard his voice.

It is understandable that this kind of iron-blooded emperor who has experienced bloody battles on the battlefield and is full of murderous aura when he meets her.

She comforted herself and found a reasonable explanation for her previous unreliable reaction.

When the buns in her hand were almost cold, she took another bite, her eyes still following Zhao Mingyan's agile posture of breaking the formation, and slowly chewing.

When the sun shone on the sand on the school ground, Zhao Mingyan took his gun and stood up, and fine beads of sweat oozed out from his forehead.

He looked at the uniform military formation and raised his lips slightly. "Not bad."

The soldiers of the entire army shouted excitedly after receiving such praise from the emperor, and the morale of Beili suddenly rose sharply.

Seeing this scene, Ji Qingwu couldn't help but smile and bent her eyes.

The soldiers are not afraid of suffering and suffering, nor are they afraid that these hardships will not be seen. What they really worry about is that these sufferings are not beneficial to the people.

The King of Liang in the previous dynasty was a bloody example. He not only ceded the country and paid real money, but also sacrificed the general who fought to the city to the enemy, which completely disappointed the soldiers.

If you want to ask which land in Beili respects the emperor the most, it is definitely in Beili army.

However, in the entire army, only Weiting, there was no look of joy on his face, but was stunned and dazed.

The commander stepped forward and asked, "General, do you have to practice geese and return to the formation?"

The usual practice is always done by the Wei Ting, but at this moment, he was squinting his eyes and looking at Emperor Wu Su's Back neck.

Wei Ting's heart was jammed and he was about to vomit another mouthful of blood.

There were scratches there, and yesterday they were just one, and they were injured by the wild wolf driven by Xi Jin.

However, at this moment, two slight red marks were added to the left of the old wound.

It goes without saying who can get close to the emperor and leave traces on the emperor's body.

In what situation can such an ambiguous mark be left?

Weiting's eyes were shaking, and his heart was filled with indescribable emotions.

(This chapter ends)

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