Enchanting Ugly Princess

"We are finished, it's time to send you back!" Chenxiang tone Sen ran said.

"Done?" Poetry is full of fog. She didn't do anything. How can she finish it so soon? Is there something wrong with this young man? Thinking of this, a touch of sympathy appeared on her face, and she sighed in her heart. It's just a pity that she had such an amazing and gorgeous appearance.

When she was thinking about it, she suddenly felt dark in front of her eyes, and a sharp pain hit her back neck. Then she fainted again.

With a sigh, Chenxiang picked up the poem and went out.

Mo Yuntian walked out of the army tent quickly. Listening to the sound of training, he had a relaxed smile in his mouth. Fortunately, he was responsive to women. When this physiological characteristic was shown, he was relieved. Although this method was very naive, his heart was upset at that time. This was the only way he could think of, He really thought that he had a different feeling to Zhu Jiaotou. How could he like a man? In order to find out his inner thoughts, he had to let Chenxiang get a woman to test him. Fortunately, he really likes women! This cognition makes him very happy!

Unconsciously came to the training ground, see her is sleepless training soldiers, his heart soft place seems to be suddenly touched, this person is iron? A second ago, he rolled on the bed and said that he had a stomachache. A second later, he was already swaggering on the training ground.

"Do you really want them to train all night tonight? Isn't that tired? That quagmire is too hard. Fortunately, they fought against each other and lost the game. If not, we will be the ones who are trained now! " Someone said something and came to him. When he saw clearly that it was him, he was so scared that he bent down to salute.

"Is headmaster Zhu still training?" Mo Yuntian asked.

"To the prince, yes!" The soldier answered with his head down.

"Why don't you train?" Mo Yuntian naturally recognized them and asked in doubt.

"It's because we held a competition in training tonight. Whoever won won won won't have to train. We won, so the coach let us go back to rest first!" The soldier replied cautiously.

"All right, you go back!" Mo Yuntian spoke faintly and then walked step by step towards the place where Zhu Zimo trained.

The night was deep, and the torch was burning far away. I couldn't see her clearly. I could only see her outline. The closer I went, the more I could hear her cold voice.

Mo Yuntian stands behind her, and his eyes fall on her thin figure. He can't understand how such a thin and small person can give off such a great momentum, and make these big people in the upper reaches of the river and the lake obedient. There is almost no room for resistance.

Zhu Zimo stood there directing the training of the scholars. He suddenly felt that there was a burning line of sight staring at her for a long time. Instinctively, he turned back to search for that line of sight, but saw Mo Yuntian standing not far away.

"Why haven't you had a rest yet?" Zhu Zimo stopped training and came to him.

"In fact, you don't have to fight like this. Tomorrow's father is just looking at the progress of training!" Mo Yuntian said with a smile.

"Who made them disobey?" Zhu Zimo subconsciously wrinkled his small nose. It was clear that they were sure to win, but there was internal strife. She was really angry.

Her little action made Mo Yuntian laugh: "can't you punish them like this? It's almost enough. I've been practicing all night. I'm not in the mood for tomorrow's training. I let my father see the joke! "

"They dare!" Zhu Zimo rolled his eyes.

"You can't take any risks. Let them have a rest." Mo Yuntian said.

Zhu Zimo looked back at the scholars who had been struggling in the mud for several hours. They were all covered in mud and couldn't see their original appearance.

"Well, listen to you and let them have a rest. It really can't create instability for tomorrow!" With that, Zhu Zimo ran back to the edge of the mire and yelled, "all of them!"

In the mire, there was a rare response, which made Zhu Zimo very unhappy.

"What? Tired out? " Zhu Zimo's voice was gloomy.

Xiao bin and others only felt chilly, so they said loudly: "yes!"

"That's all for today's training. Go wash and sleep!" Zhu Zimo said with a smile.

"Really?" A few people in the mire seem to think that happiness comes too suddenly, and they can't believe it. The monkey, in particular, looked at the scholar hesitantly and said in a low voice, "what kind of moth does this smelly boy think of? Are you going to clean us up? "The scholar stares at him coldly. He doesn't speak. On the contrary, he makes a dull face.

"It's true, of course. If you want to continue training, you can stay in the mud!" Zhu Zimo said with a straight face.

"Whoosh!" Five people in the mire seemed to have wings inserted and rushed out of the mire directly. The guy ran faster than the rabbit.

During the period, Xiao Bin's unbelievable voice came: "don't you mean training overnight? How can we withdraw now? I'm ready to die in the mud

"If you don't want to go back to sleep, you can go back to the mire again. Tomorrow I'll set up a tombstone for you here!" The voice of scholar Yin measurement came.

"No!" Xiao bin roared angrily.

Voice away, Zhu Zimo walked to Mo Yuntian's side with a smile, looking at his bright eyes fall on her face, make her face a red, frown way: "you smile what?"

"Here!" Mo Yuntian gently raised his hand and stroked her hair with his fingers.

Zhu Zimo only felt a heat in her chest, and a strange emotion made her heart jump wildly.

"There's mud here!" Mo Yuntian wiped the mud from her hair and laughed softly.

Zhu Zimo's eyes are hot. She really wants to throw herself into his warm arms and tell him the truth. But her reason tells her that she must not be impulsive. If she lets others know that there is a woman in the barracks, it's a big crime to bully the king. So she must at least let Mo Yuntian know the truth after training.

"It's getting late. Shall we go back to bed?" When Zhu Zimo's voice fell, he was alert to his failure and wanted to bite off his tongue.