Cifengque

Troubled times are about to begin, and the current situation is unstable.

As the coaches of the two major forces, it is not easy for Ying Wuchen and Junci to meet each other.

The two of them have each other in their hearts, and the general situation of the world forces them to have no time to talk about their children's personal relationship.

After finally seeing each other, Ying Wuchen didn't want to leave in a hurry, so he said before Jun Ci said goodbye, "Would you like to follow me to see my son-in-law?"

The quiet and silent pupils flickered with a subtle light of hope, just like the flames of a high candle fluttering in the wind, which will go out at any time, struggling and stubborn.

Junci couldn't bear it for no reason: "If Jiulang is not afraid that I will learn your ability to run an army, I will certainly wish for it."

Hanging his head and pursing his lips with a smile, Ying Wuchen led Jun Ci out and said, "I may not be better than A Ci in terms of the ability to manage the army. If A Ci sees shortcomings, he should not hesitate to teach him."

Hearing this, Jun Ci couldn't help but smile, and stopped saying polite jokes.

Ying Wuchen's direct lineage is naturally the Yan family army.

There are only century-old families, but never century-old generals.

The Yan family's army only rose in the previous dynasty. Ying Wuchen's great-grandfather was a military household, and his grandfather only served as a county captain. It was later that his father followed Xiao Yan to conquer the Southern Dynasty, and the Yan family's army became famous.

Ying Wuchen's father fought in the South and the North, and stabilized the country for Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan couldn't bear the betrayal of his relatives one after another, and began to believe, and gradually fell into a coma, until he was bought by a Taoist priest and made Xiao Yan afraid of his father and son. Ended up the tragic end of the whole family.

It has been more than forty years since Ying Wuchen's father died in the Yan family's army. Whether it is the bravery of the soldiers, the discipline of the army, or the generals under his command, they are undoubtedly the best in the army.

They each perform their own duties, even the most basic patrol soldiers are all straight with their waists up and their chests upright, without squinting.

Not to mention the Zhenbei Army, even in the Central Guard Army, seeing her shuttle through the army with people she had never seen before, Wu Zheng and others had to come forward to inquire, the patrolling soldiers would not stop to watch, their eyes were always She still had to take a few glances, and at the very least, she had to see clearly the appearance of the person beside her.

This is the gap.

But Junci never thought of making serious changes. Compared with other armies, her soldiers are undoubtedly lax. These are all harmless in Junci's view, as long as they don't affect the marching and fighting.

They are soldiers and real people.

Jun Ci allows them to be lively and reckless outside the battlefield, to live like their own nature, without being bound by the armor on their bodies all the time.

Such indulgence also has its disadvantages. If you are not careful, you will breed wild horses that delay the battle. Therefore, Jun Ci is particularly strict in terms of military discipline.

It is easy to restrain them and make them cautious out of fear.

The two walked side by side toward the school grounds. Suddenly, Jun Ci paused, and the cold light in his phoenix eyes flashed across his figure.

The red clothes are like fire, Ying Wuchen only caught a smear of red at the end of her eyes, looked intently, Junci was already in a fighting posture, she held an arrow in the palm of her hand, and retracted the gesture of throwing a hidden weapon with the other hand, Immediately afterwards, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard not far away.

Everything happened so fast that no one could react. It wasn't until the strong body, who was mostly hidden behind the tent, fell to the ground twenty steps away from Junci, that the people standing behind him were startled awake.

They stared blankly at the hidden weapon between the eyebrows of the person in front of them, and then moved their eyes stiffly to the place where the tent was scratched. There was only a thin long black mark like sticking hair.

"Come out!" Ying Wuchen's face was as gloomy as water, and the strong and powerful words burst into anger.

With this angry shout, all the people behind the tent came out, and at the same time, people who sensed that the atmosphere was not right surrounded them.

Junci's eyes fell on the few people approaching slowly. Most of them were tall and long-legged, with a solid body and a suit of armor. Only one person was wearing a long-sleeved robe, about forty years old, holding a feather fan, and dressed as a scholar.

"My lord." Several people stepped forward, bowed in unison, and bowed sideways to the king, "I have met King Zhenbei."

Junci didn't return the gift, he looked up and down several people and looked away, the arrow in his hand turned along her dexterous fingertips, and handed it to Ying Wuchen.Spreading out his palms, revealing the bloodstains caused by the rubbing of the arrows: "Let me take the medicine with you."

She grew up in the army since she was a child, and through the wind and rain, she never paid attention to the many bloody wounds, so why rush to take medicine for this point now?
Just tell him: she doesn't pursue this matter.

She should also avoid suspicion about his affairs in the army, lest some people lose face.

Ying Wuchen's throat twitched, and when he touched Junci's unquestionable gaze, he glanced at him: "Send Zhenbei King to the tent, and ask for a military doctor."

As soon as Junci followed Zi, when he passed by Ying Wuchen, he cast a vague and deep look at him.

The four eyes meet, Ying Wuchen's mood is churning.

"Those five people just now are all from the old department of the old king." Ziyi did not shy away from the military doctor, and lowered his head to explain to the emperor.

"Hmm." Junci responded lightly.

She could tell at a glance that these people should be the former subordinates of Ying Wuchen's biological father. The Yan family was purged suddenly, and these people can be preserved until now, either because of Linglong's mind, knowing that the green hills are left without worrying about firewood; or It is a complete defection.

Now they can be gathered in the hands of Ying Wuchen, obviously the former.

Junci did not underestimate people who know how to assess the situation and protect themselves wisely, but this kind of people are the most able to weigh the pros and cons.

Although the arrow just now was shot in the direction of Jun Ci, she could clearly feel that the arrow had no intention of hurting anyone, and if she didn't move, it would definitely shoot past her.

It's just a means of probing.

It is not only to test her ability, but also to test Ying Wuchen's attitude towards her.

It is obvious that these elders who used to be Ying Wuchen have some complaints about Ying Wuchen's abandonment of competing with Xiaoyi for the imperial city in order to defend her against Zhou Long's Guanlong army, and occupying the land for the advantage of the opportunity.

I'm afraid that she will make Ying Wuchen faint.

If she hadn't fought back just now and allowed the arrow to miss, it would be nothing more than these few people standing up and apologizing, and the story could be turned around.

Ying Wuchen really went to war for this, punishing these people, they will not be convinced, and it will make the old department feel suspicious, thinking that Ying Wuchen doesn't value them.

However, after all, they underestimated her ability. She intentionally caught the arrow and injured her, resulting in the fait accompli of being assassinated, and then fought back mercilessly to deter them, so as to prevent them from using some unsightly tricks against her in the future because of their contempt. .

"King of Zhenbei, the last general Yuan Cong is asking to see you." A loud voice sounded outside the door.

Yuan Cong is the commander guarding Liangzhou, Ying Wuchen put him here, he is undoubtedly a confidant.

"General Yuan, please come in." Jun Ci did not stand up to greet him.

Yuan Cong entered the room and bowed with arms folded. He was tall and burly. I heard that he was only in his thirties, but his face was full of dimples. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was fifty years old.

"The elder brothers have offended, and I will plead guilty on their behalf. I hope King Zhenbei will forgive me." Yuan Cong pleaded straight to the point.