The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 271: Jun Mo Xiao, Drunk on the Battlefield ([-])
Afraid of being seen by others, Cen Mu frowned and glared at Xie Changjun, but the people in front did not affect him at all, pulling him through the darkness.

"Xie Changjun, how decent are you!" Cen Mu was very patient, competing with him along the way.

Xie Changjun stopped suddenly, Cen Mu's nose felt sour, and he almost burst into tears.

"Does it matter?" Perhaps it was an illusion, but Cen Mu actually saw a trace of tension in Xie Changjun's eyes.

Before he was stunned, he heard Xie Changjun laugh jokingly, "I just got bumped, old man, be stronger."

Xie Changjun patted Cen Mu's shoulder, switched sides, and held his other hand again.

"You look like this, you are ashamed to say that you know martial arts, but don't go to the battlefield and just cry to find me."

Cen Mu wanted to shake him off, but Xie Changjun's hand was as hard as iron.Why can't I get rid of it? Although it's warm, Cen Mu doesn't want to get in touch with him.

He just stayed in the military camp for a few years, how could this man be like this!

"Xie Changjun, what kind of dignity do others see!" Cen Mu simply stopped and was almost dragged down.

Xie Zhangjun also stopped, looked back at his stubborn face, and suddenly laughed lowly: "Don't you know, sir, that I have been ignorant since I was a child?"

Cen Mu immediately stopped talking.

Cen Mu didn't feel much when others called him Mr.

But when Xie Changjun called him that, he felt uncomfortable.

They grew up together, Cen Mu was thin and fond of medicine and literature, while Xie Changjun liked martial arts.

Xie Changjun practiced his sword while he was reading a book.

Every time the master asked them to endorse, Xie Zhangjun was always unable to answer, and was punished after class, and Cen Mu was by his side.

He never listened in class, and asked Cen Mu to teach him next time.In this way, Cen Mu became his husband.

Every time Xie Changjun quarreled with Cen Mu in the middle of his studies, Cen Mu would frown and say that he was inappropriate.

In the end, it became two people practicing sword together in the yard.

However, people always have to look forward.

Cen Mu didn't wait for Xie Changjun, and Xie Changjun didn't look for him when he left.

Parting is wrong, so is meeting.

"Hands are almost warm, no one will see, don't worry." Xie Changjun pretended not to know that Cen Mu was angry, and let go of Cen Mu's hand, "Follow me."

"Where are you going?" Cen Mu wanted to leave. If he knew that Mr. Xie was here, he probably wouldn't agree to come over. It would be great if he just found an opportunity to enter the capital.

This person is too much!
Xie Changjun smiled like a bandit, and his aura didn't look like that of a military camp general, but more wild. He teased: "Master Cen said that he has good martial arts. I haven't seen you for many years. Let's see if you have regressed."

"No fun!"

Cen Mu turned around and wanted to leave, but Xie Changjun grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the battlefield.

Most people in the barracks drank in the middle, and there were many who couldn't drink in the training ground.In the training ground, there are either new recruits or veterans who like leftists.

Seeing Xie Changjun approaching, many people dispersed with complicated eyes.The soldiers here have heard more or less rumors about Xie Changjun.

Wang Qianchun, the eunuch, who wouldn't curse him to death.If Xie Changjun turned against Wang Qianchun, this group of people would look down on him.

If there is no evidence, three people become tigers, and His Majesty demotes officials, then Mr. Xie is a traitor!
There were also many people who came over. There were not many people who admired Mr. Xie, but many people stood in line. This is Xue Zhan's place, and they are Xue Zhan's soldiers.

Xie Changjun, only Zhanhuying.

(End of this chapter)