Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 153 This kid is too hardworking!

Feng Jin slowly lowered her head, gently leaned her face against his head, and comforted him softly, "Maybe, it's just some unimportant things, it doesn't matter if you forget them."

"No, I can feel that those things are very important, I shouldn't forget them, but I forgot, I want to remember, but, but..."

But I can't remember!
Nameless wrapped her hand tightly, as if he was very afraid of losing her.

His fingers were so strong that they almost broke her fingers, Feng Jin endured the pain and comforted him softly.

Fortunately, Wuming quickly came back to his senses, and let go of Feng Jin's fingers. Seeing that her snow-white fingers were already entangled and turned red, Wuming's face was filled with distress and guilt.

"It's nothing, just treat it as promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, and clearing the joints."

Feng Jin was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable, so she deliberately joked.

"A Jin," he looked down at her red fingers, and after calling her name, he said nothing. Feng Jin rubbed his cheek and asked softly, "What's the matter? Do you have something to say to her?" I say?"

He raised his face and stared at her intently. Those eyes were as deep as the vast starry sky, gentle and silent. You only need to look at you in such silence, and you can feel the faint affection in it.

"You said, will I forget you in the future?"

Feng Jin was startled for a moment, then smiled softly, "How could it be?"

Nameless remained silent.

I don't know why, tonight, his heart is very lonely, very... very vicissitudes, it seems that many things have gone through, and thousands of years of time have turned his heart into vicissitudes.

It shouldn't be like this, he is only in his early twenties, his only experience is training in the Dark Guard for more than ten years, he shouldn't be so vicissitudes.

Perhaps it was because of the retreat of spiritual power, because of the increasingly uncontrollable evil and cold aura in his body, and the weird black line that changed from shallow to dark, and from thin to thick, all of which made him feel uneasy.

Maybe it was the picture that flashed in front of his eyes just now, or the voice that he heard in his ear, but in an instant, he had completely forgotten it, which made him feel panicked.

He always had the feeling that he would lose Ah Jin.

It was very painful, as if someone had torn his heart into pieces, that kind of despair, that kind of grief, as if he had experienced it before.

"What if?"

"No name, nothing happens!"

Feng Jin said firmly, the light in Wuming's eyes floated up and down, flickering, just like the light of stars that have been shining for thousands of years, brightening and dimming, dimming and brightening again, he looked at her, and said slowly, "If Just in case..."

Feng Jin met his gaze with firm gaze and resolute expression, like a warrior who never gives up, "If anything happens, if you forget me, I will definitely find you, haunt you, torture you, Don't flinch, don't compromise, don't give up, until you remember me! It doesn't matter if you never remember, I will make you love me again! You are mine, you can't escape! I firmly believe, don't say you forget If you forget me, even if you forget everything and become a fool, lame, blind, and deaf, I can still make you fall in love with me again, and love me only!"

"so……"

She stretched out her hand, some cold fingers landed on his face, and gently stroked his cheek, "Wu Ming, with me, nothing happens!"

There was a gentle, firm, and calm aura about her. It was the most elegant and powerful force, like water, surrounding him, making his frightened heart gradually calm and peaceful.

He looked at her, dispelled the loneliness in his heart, and turned back into the strong and stern man who protected her without hesitation.

The ten fingers are interlocked, and the affection is like water.

The night was dark and the stars were shining brightly.

Under the same night sky, the ice and snow in the imperial capital melted, while the northern border was still covered with ice and snow, and the thick ice showed no sign of melting.

It was already late at night, and except for the sergeants guarding the city wall, everyone else had already fallen asleep.

Since Zhong Shuo and Qi Che came to northern Xinjiang, they have been eating and living with ordinary soldiers, and they have not received preferential treatment because one is the son of a general and the other is the grandson of the Minister of the Household Department. All are treated equally.

Zhong Shuo fell into a drowsy sleep, kicking his legs to the side habitually, but the kick was in vain, Zhong Shuo woke up suddenly, and saw that the quilt next to him was neatly folded, it was cold to the touch, the quilt The owner is missing.

Zhong Shuo rubbed his eyes, and looked at the engravings in the room. It's not even the second watch, where is Qi Che?
Before, his father asked him to get up in the middle of the night to practice marksmanship with Lieutenant General Li. Qi Che was also interested when he saw it, so he got up in the middle of the night and practiced together.

Zhong Shuo himself had no interest in marksmanship. After he came to Northern Xinjiang, his father saw that he was more interested in swordsmanship, so he asked a deputy general Liu who was good at swordsmanship to teach him, while Qi Che still learned marksmanship from Vice-General Li.

Waking up at the third watch is early enough, and I can only sleep for two or three hours a day. It's only the second watch, and the bed is completely cold. It seems that Qi Che has been away for a long time.

Ever since Qi Che joined the Zhong Family Army, he has been working hard. The Zhong Family Army even gave him a nickname, Qi Sanlang, which means Desperate Saburo.

Lieutenant General Li said that Qi Che used to use a sword, but in just over a month, his marksmanship has already been practiced well, not only that, but the swordsmanship he was originally good at has not been lost.

When Lieutenant General Li said this, he kept winking at Vice General Liu who taught Zhong Shuo, which was quite smug.

Zhong Shuo felt a little ashamed, he studied with Qi Che, but now that Qi Che's marksmanship has been well practiced, his saber technique is barely getting started, and Vice General Liu is humiliated by Vice General Li every time. As soon as he turned around, he went to his father to complain, and then his father came to reprimand him again.

What a shame!He was already working hard, but who would have thought that Qi Che, a son of a noble family, would actually work harder than him!
It seems that this kid is going to practice guns again!
Really hard work!Is it necessary to work so hard?It made him look lazy.

Zhong Shuo covered the quilt and continued to sleep, but couldn't fall asleep anyway, so he had to sit up, get dressed, took the big knife by the wall and went out to practice.

As soon as he arrived at the training ground, he saw Qi Che stabbing the scarecrow target with his gentian silver gun.

Speaking of which, this kid is also desperate. He actually entrusted his grandfather, Hubu Shangshu Qi, to ask Her Majesty the Empress to ask the Ministry of Industry to make him a gentian silver gun.

It is said that this gentian silver gun was designed by Her Majesty the Queen herself. It was designed according to Qi Che's height and arm strength. It was a few inches longer than Lieutenant General Li's. Word: Bestowed upon Qi Che by the emperor.

When the gun was sent over from the imperial capital, it caused a sensation in the entire barracks.

Everyone was envious of Qi Che, but there were also many people who were waiting to see Qi Che's jokes, thinking that he was a son of a noble family, he would not be able to endure hardships, and would return to the imperial capital crying for his father and mother in a short time.

Unexpectedly, Qi Che not only suffered all the hardships, but also worked several times harder than anyone else. His progress was so fast that Li, the deputy general who taught him marksmanship, had a bright face, and he smiled like Maitreya all day long. Qi Che, that is: Our family, Qi Che, hasn't made much progress recently, just a little bit, I'm really sorry, I made all the brothers laugh...

Excuse me?I think he is the best!

I can't wait to let everyone in the world know that Qi Che was brought by him!

"Qi Che, can you give me a way to survive? You're embarrassing me in front of my father like this! Do you know?"

Zhong Shuo put the knife on the ground and said loudly to Qi Che.

Qi Che ignored him and didn't answer, and continued to stab the haystack again and again, which made Zhong Shuo feel very boring watching.

"Is stabbing haystacks that fun? You have to stab a thousand or eight hundred times a day, right? Isn't it boring?"

"Five thousand!"

"what?"

Zhong Shuo didn't understand, Qi Che continued to stab the haystack, and said loudly, "Five thousand! I stab five thousand times a day!"

"I'll go! There are so many! Is it different to stab back and forth? Do you need to stab back and forth like this?"

Zhong Shuo was obviously frightened, Qi Che didn't turn his head, and said loudly, "It's different! The force of each stroke, the accuracy, depth, and angle of the penetration are all different! Oblique thrusts, horizontal thrusts, straight thrusts, barbed thrusts, causing The damage is also different, and for each stabbing method, the force and angle required to pull out the spear and continue the next marksmanship action are also different."

"It's all thorns anyway! I don't see any difference!"

Zhong Shuo walked up to Qi Che with a big knife in his hand, "I don't think there's anything wrong with you using a sword. Anyway, your swordsmanship is good. Why do you have to switch to a gun halfway?"

Qi Che paused slightly when he stabbed the haystack, and then he thrust his spear through the haystack with all his might, before he said in a low voice, "Because that person also uses a gun."

Zhong Shuo was taken aback, "Who?"

(End of this chapter)