The Little Medical Concubine of the God of War

The soldier's face was gray and defeated. It seemed that he had never expected to be able to defeat a fanboy who had been despised before. The most embarrassing thing was that he was defeated without even a single move in front of him. It was really embarrassing.

Next, the soldiers who thought they were very good were repaired by Yun Ziyue one by one. They continued to exercise bitterly, and they were still doubting their lives during the exercise. How do they say they have been born and died on the battlefield for so long? , I don’t know how many years of training, so many people can’t even beat a thin-skinned young man from the capital.

What made them even more collapsed was that the little boy seemed to have absolutely no effort from start to finish, and just like that, the most powerful of them was only defeated after 30 moves under his hands.

Several people in Zhuiyang looked at the faces of these people, somehow they felt a lot more comfortable, they all fought with the princess, and they could last a little longer than them, but in the end they would be defeated by finding their weaknesses. This time I saw them. So it was very comfortable. It turned out that it was not that they were too rubbish, but that the princess was too powerful.

Falling Star quietly landed from outside the camp and walked quickly to Yun Ziyue's side.

"My son, you really are as you expected, but the head of Luo Jiao is lazy."

"Heh, are the members of the Longxiang Army so proud? How can such a navy be better than the good-natured Nanling people?"

Yun Ziyue is very disdainful of this. Even though the Long Xiang Army is the strongest army, but there are always weaknesses, do they really think they are the most powerful army on this continent? A whole and powerful army should be modest and cautious, low-key and restrained, and capable of a blockbuster when it comes out.

The training program for those 28 people today is Yun Ziyue’s children of the ancient Wu family before they crossed, and most of them started to exercise from an early age. They practiced their balance on this three-wheeled machine, and they had to run on it. Their feet are far from the ground, and they must be bruised when they fall. They don't want to practice this.

Standing on top not only requires concentration, but the body is still in a tight state. No one wants to fall. One fall means two more practice time for incense sticks. The mental and physical tests are the most disintegrating.

"My son, what exactly is this for?" Out of curiosity, Suiyang asked Yun Ziyue in a low voice.

"What they will use to save their lives on the battleship in the future, do you understand what you see?"

"I understand, but can this thing really be made?"

Suiyang didn't believe that this kind of thing could really be made, but if it was made, it must be a very powerful weapon. At least, the navy in Nanling seemed not to be afraid of it.

"You'll know in a while." Yun Ziyue didn't answer him. For people of this era, these things she said are really amazing, but these things are most used in the Jiangnan navy of the Longxiang Army. Suitable.

In a blink of an eye, it was evening.

There was silence in the camp, but somewhere in the west was full of people in the big tent at this time.

A group of people murmured.

"My son, are we really going to do this tomorrow?"

"Can't bear it?" Yun Ziyue asked with a smile.

"...That's not true." The person heard her ask back, and he paused for a while without hesitation.

In fact, the competition in the army is not less than that in the officialdom. Of course, all of this must be done by force. Moreover, it is not a life or death. Although they have no brotherhood in internal competition, they must face a common enemy. Is the best brother.

But when they thought of the top-notch people who were difficult to beat on weekdays, they would probably be rubbed on the ground by them tomorrow, and they suddenly felt an unspeakable sense of excitement.

"No training tonight, go back and rest well, don't shame me tomorrow."

"My son, don't worry!" The voices of a group of people were loud and powerful.

After more than two dozen people retreated, Yun Ziyue asked the falling star, "How is the prince's side?"

"Wang Hao, don't worry, everything is well over there." After speaking, he took out a letter from his arms and handed it to her, "The letter was just sent by Ye Po, and said it was for the princess."

Yun Ziyue accepted the letter. The powerful and powerful fonts on it are very beautiful. Master Yue kissed him...

She opened the letter gently with her bare hand, and inside was a stack of neatly organized letter paper. Yun Ziyue opened it and looked at it from top to bottom. The above were all normal things, but the bottom...

Master Yue closed the letter abruptly, his face flushed.

Several people were at a loss, watching the princess dressed as the son become shy from the cold in an instant, and hurriedly lowered their heads and said, "Subordinates leave!"

Only Suiyang couldn't figure it out, and wanted to open his mouth to ask something, but was forcibly covered his mouth and taken away by two people. Finally no one in the big tent, Yun Ziyue's gritted teeth sounded, "Mo Jinyao, you shameless..."

Think of the two little people drawn by the man at the bottom of the letter. The girl's face is even redder.

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Heavenly Imperial City,

The imperial city was supposed to be extremely lively, but at this time it was full of a suffocating breath.

When it gets dark in the imperial city, all the small gates that enter the palace will be closed tightly, and the big and thick door bars will show the dignity of the imperial court and the wealth of the imperial family vividly and incisively and solemnly. .

But today, it looks completely different.

The hall was dark, and the gate to the palace was closed a long time earlier than earlier. The streets used to be very lively even at night, but today the streets are quiet, with a large number of troops coming and going across the streets, and no one dares to come out.

After Mo Wenli got the accurate news, he finally couldn't bear it, and when he was ready, he began to implement the plan.

Chengwang Mansion,

"Master, everything is ready, just waiting for your order."

"Okay, let's leave in three quarters!" Mo Jinyao, you are far away in Beidi, this king doesn't believe you can come over! "Are those stupid ministers under control?"

"Going back to the prince, they are all under control, but the Qin family has always been a general and is loyal to your majesty. Do you want to..."

The entourage made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"Don't act rashly and control people. When the throne is in hand..."

In the royal study room of the imperial palace, Mo Jinyu was reviewing the memorials. Xu was too old, or perhaps there were too many memorials. The emperor felt a little tired, tightened his clothes, and ordered the **** to make a pot of tea. , And then proceeded to review the memorial.

At the gate of the palace at this time, a group of ministers who were supposed to be at home were like chickens, trapped beside the gate of Nangong.

None of them dared to speak, most of them were shivering. In front of them were the soldiers of Heavenly Sage, but at this moment they pointed the dazzling sword in their hands at them.