The soldier's face was ashen and defeated, as if he didn't expect that he would not be able to beat a pink-faced boy who he looked down upon before. The most embarrassing thing was that he was defeated without even making a move in front of him. It was really embarrassing.
Afterwards, these soldiers who thought they were very powerful were all repaired by Yun Ziyue, and they continued to exercise bitterly. During the exercise, they still doubted their lives. How could they have been born and died on the battlefield for such a long time? , After training for an unknown number of years, so many people can't beat a young man from the capital with a thin skin and tender flesh.
What broke them down even more was that the seemingly little young man never gave his full strength from the beginning to the end. In this way, the most powerful among them was defeated after only thirty strokes under his hands.
Seeing the faces of these people, the people from Zhuoyang felt a lot more comfortable. They also fought against the princess, and they could last a little longer than them, but in the end they would still be defeated by finding their weaknesses. This time seeing them It's very comfortable in this way. It turns out that it's not that they are too rubbish, but that the princess is too powerful.
Falling Star quietly landed from outside the camp, and walked quickly to Yun Ziyue's side.
"Young Master, it really is you, as you expected. Coach Luo is too lazy."
"Heh, are all the people in the Longxiang Army so proud? How can such a navy be able to defeat the Nanling people who are good at water?"
Yun Ziyue was very disdainful of this, even though the Longxiang Army is the strongest army, it always has weaknesses, do they really think that they are the most powerful army on this continent? A whole and powerful army should be modest and prudent, low-key and introverted, but can be a blockbuster when it comes out.
The training program for the twenty-eight people today is that before Yun Ziyue crossed over, most of the children of the ancient martial arts family started exercising at an early age. They practiced balance on this three-wheeled equipment, and they had to run on it. The feet are far away from the ground, and they must be covered in bruises when they fall. They really don't want to practice this.
Standing on the top not only requires concentration, but the body is always in a tense state. No one wants to fall. Falling once means that it takes two more time to practice. The double test, both mental and physical, is the most frustrating.
"My lord, what is this used for?" Out of curiosity, Luo Yang asked Yun Ziyue in a low voice.
"In the future, they will use it to save their lives on the warship. Do you understand what you read?"
"I understand that I understand, but can this thing really be made?"
Luo Yang doesn't really believe that this kind of thing can really be made, but if it is made, it must be a very powerful weapon over there, at least the navy in Nanling doesn't seem to be afraid of it.
"You will know after a while." Yun Ziyue did not answer him. For people of this era, the things she said are indeed amazing, but these things are most suitable for the Jiangnan Navy of the Longxiang Army. It couldn't be more appropriate.
In a blink of an eye, it was already evening.
There was silence in the big camp, but a big tent somewhere to the west was full of people at this moment.
A group of people muttered.
"My lord, are we really going to do this tomorrow?"
"Reluctantly?" Yun Ziyue asked with a smile.
"...That's not true." Hearing her question, the man paused for a moment and said it without any hesitation.
The competition in the army is actually not less than that in the officialdom, and of course all of this has to be done by force, and it's not a life or death. Although they don't have much brotherhood when they compete internally, they must face a common enemy. is the best bro.
But when they thought that the top few people who were hard to beat on weekdays would probably be rubbed against the ground by them tomorrow, an unspeakable sense of excitement rose in their hearts.
"I don't need to train tonight, go back and have a good rest, don't embarrass me tomorrow."
"Don't worry, my lord!" The voices of a group of people were resounding, and their weapons were high-spirited.
After more than 20 people had retreated, Yun Ziyue asked Luo Xing, "Is the prince okay?"
"Princess, don't worry, everything is fine with the lord." After speaking, he took out a letter from his arms and handed it to her, "The letter was sent by Ye Po not long ago, saying it was for the wangfei."
Yun Ziyue took the letter, the vigorous and powerful font on it was very beautiful, Young Master Yue personally signed it...
Su Shou gently opened the letter, inside was a neatly stacked letter paper, Yun Ziyue opened it and looked from top to bottom, the top was all normal things, but the bottom...
Mr. Yue closed the letter abruptly, his face flushed.
A few people were confused, watching the princess dressed up by the son turned from cold and shy in an instant, and hurriedly lowered their heads, saying, "The subordinates will leave!"
Only Zhuiyang was still puzzled, and wanted to open his mouth to ask something, but two people forcibly covered his mouth and took him away. There was finally no one in the big tent, and Yun Ziyue gritted her teeth, "Mo Jinyao, you pervert..."
Thinking of the two small figures drawn by the man at the bottom of the letter, the girl blushed even more.
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Heavenly Holy Imperial City,
The imperial city, which was supposed to be extremely lively, was filled with a suffocating dead air.
When it is dark in the imperial city, all the gates and small doors entering the palace will be closed tightly, and large and thick door bars will be added to fully express the dignity of the court and the wealth of the royal family, solemn|serious .
But today, it is completely different.
The inside of the main hall was dark, and the gates to the palace were closed a long time earlier than in the early days. The streets used to be very lively even at night, but today the streets are quiet. A large number of troops are coming and going in each street, and no one dares to come out.
After getting the accurate information, Mo Wenli finally couldn't bear it anymore, and started to implement the plan after getting ready.
In Chengwang's mansion,
"My lord, everything is ready, just waiting for your order."
"Okay, let's go at 3:00!" Mo Jinyao, you are far away in Beidi, and this king doesn't believe that you can still make it here! "Are those stupid ministers under control?"
"Back to the prince, everything is under control, but the Qin family has always been a general, and they are loyal to His Majesty, do you want to..."
The attendant made a gesture of wiping his neck.
"Don't act rashly, keep people under control. Wait until the throne is in your hands..."
In the imperial study room of the palace, Mo Jinyu was reviewing the memorials. Maybe it was because he was old, or maybe there were too many memorials. The emperor felt a little tired, tightened his clothes, and ordered the eunuch to make a pot of tea , and then went on to review the memorial.
At the palace gate at this time, a group of ministers who were supposed to be at home were imprisoned by the Nangong gate like chickens.
None of them dared to speak, and most of them were trembling. In front of them were Tiansheng's soldiers, but at this moment they aimed their shining swords at them.