Transmigrated into the prince's only daughter, and beat up the dignitaries in the capital with

When the carriage returned to the training ground, the sun was setting.

There were many men lying on the field, their faces bruised and swollen, and the lieutenants leaned on each other's shoulders. Occasionally, a hearty laugh penetrated the yellow sand.

The warm light of the setting sun shines on them, lengthening their shadows.

Jiang An heard noisy jokes. She looked over and saw a blurry figure in front of her eyes.

They were the same, walking side by side after their brush with death, laughing and cursing at each other's good fortune and the damned world.

The figure was getting farther and farther away from Jiang An, becoming a virtual shadow, and finally dissipating in the yellow sand...

Nianniang took her hand and walked towards Jiang Jichen's main tent. Jiang An, who was walking with his short legs, looked back again, his eyes seemed to be searching for something, or he seemed to just engrave the painting in his heart.

The commander's tent was really big, with patrol teams passing by every once in a while. The black-armored soldiers standing in front of the tent held their heads high with solemn expressions.

Jiang An broke free from Nianniang's hand, lifted up the corner of the tent curtain, and poked his head with his hair tied up in it.

Tuanzi's eyes went straight to the main seat of the tent. After finding the familiar figure, his eyes curved with joy.

Jiang Jichen, who was sitting at the main seat, noticed her approaching the main tent.

The man handed over the document in his hand, and his sharp eyes softened instantly when he saw his daughter.

Jiang Jichen: "Aan, what are you doing hiding there? Come in."

Jiang An, who was summoned, rushed in with all her might, and crashed into her father's arms like a little cannonball.

Jiang An: "Dad, I want to farm!"

"Ok?"

Jiang Jichen rubbed her little head and found it a little funny.

A dumpling that is not even as tall as a hoe actually wants to farm?

He carried the person to the table and asked Tuanzi with a patience that no one had ever seen before, "Why do you suddenly want to farm?"

Even without Jiang An's reply, a certain prince had already planned a territory for his daughter.

"There is a piece of vacant land behind the West Garden. The terrain there is good. Go back to the mansion and ask Butler Sun to circle it out for you so you can plant the land in the spring."

Jiang An, whose wish was fulfilled, giggled and swung his legs happily, "After planting the land and having rice, Dad won't have to eat Hu Bing anymore!"

Jiang Jichen was stunned.

He originally thought that Jiang An wanted to farm because he went to Meng Bu Ren's place and saw the seedling cultivation.

The child is playful and curious, so let her play wherever she wants in an open space;

It turned out that she wanted to farm because she wanted to have rice for herself and her.

Jiang Jichen's eyebrows softened, and he gently rubbed Tuanzi's cheek with his big hand with arm guards.

"Okay, then I will wait for you to grow rice."

In fact, in the Zhenguo Palace, neither the master nor the servants ate refined rice in winter.

This rule was established when he arrived at the border and has been in effect until now when Tuanzi entered the palace.

The child has a weak stomach, and she is a special case in the Zhenguo Palace...

Finally, after the father-daughter warmth was over, Hu Yan released Meng Bu Ren and Huo Lang, two tactless guys, one by one.

Meng Bu Ren: "General Meng Bu Ren greets the commander!"

Holland: “Meet the coach!”

Jiang Jichen raised his eyes, glanced at the two people standing there, and then looked away.

For no other reason than it’s too sloppy!

"Are you willing to come out of your tent?"

His tone was calm, without any accusation, more like a question between old friends.

Meng couldn't bear to put down his fists, and the gloomy eyes under his long hair dispersed the resentment that was dormant in them.

He half-jokingly said, "The prince has sent his daughter to my tent, so I have to come out!"

As a powerful king of Nan Shang, Jiang Jichen didn't need to find Meng Buren as a toy to coax his daughter.

No matter how rare the thing is, he can find it.

This move was just to hope that Meng Bu-ren would not spend all his energy on the cultivation of seedlings.

This matter cannot be accomplished overnight, and you cannot risk your life like he did!

Jiang Jichen started to pinch the little Jijiu of the dumpling under Jiang An's shocked and puzzled eyes.

"That's good to know..."

"You want to study seedling cultivation. This will benefit the country and the people. I will not stop you."

"Research is not about killing enemies. It's useless even if you risk your life."

The prince didn't give many admonitions, and this was because Meng couldn't bear it. If it were Huo Lang, he would have dragged him out and beaten him with a stick.

While mumbling to himself, Huo Lang suddenly got hit on the calf.

The front of the military boots has iron plates.

Although this blow was not fatal, it caused saline solution to ooze out of the eight-foot-tall man.

"Stupid guy, the coach is asking you a question!"

Huo Lang, who was about to jump up, suddenly wilted, and looked at the superior with a sneaky look.

The general who had kicked him kindly reminded him again, "Your son is here to see you, in your tent."

Holland:!

I'm so grateful for your kindness, brother, let me buy you a drink!

Huo Lang pretended to be busy and laughed, "I'm going back to the tent...back to the tent..."

Jiang An smiled secretly. It turns out that no matter which workplace you are in, there are always people who slack off.

Meng Bu Ren talked to the coach about cultivating seedlings and mentioned that he hoped to build a house in the camp.

The general meaning is, I want to do a project, please give me the funds...

Jiang Jichen waved his hand and ordered everyone to mine the materials themselves. If they couldn't find the materials or the military camp didn't have them, they would go to Hu Yan.

Hu Yan fiddled with the tassel on his folding fan, and accepted the task with a smile on his fox eyes.

Make sure to save wherever you can!

Meng Bu Ren: ...

Jiang An moved his butt, hoping to disappear in this tent.

Although Meng Bu-ren was miserable, she had no money, and her money was not even warm yet...

Meng Bu Ren, who got what he wanted, did not stay in the main tent for long. The main reason was that Jiang Ji Chen disliked him and told him to go back and wash himself.

The prince took the wet towel from Guan Yan's hand and wiped Jiang An's fat black paws clean.

The white and tender dumpling turned into a mud monkey after going out.

His fingers brushed across the sleeve arrow on Jiang An's wrist.

It's a bit old and not suitable for his daughter.

Jiang Anke did not miss the disdain in her noble father's eyes.

The little girl put her hands on the sleeve arrows, fearing that Jiang Jichen would throw them away if he didn't like them.

"Commander-in-Chief Meng said he would make a new one for me!"

"Tsk..."

Jiang Jichen suppressed his eager hand and said, "If you like it, wear it for fun."

When he got home, he went to the storeroom to look around...

"Are you hungry? Let's go to Changming Village later."

"Dine there tonight."

"Where is Changming Village?"

Jiang Jichen put down the handkerchief, very satisfied with his masterpiece that made her white and tender again.

In a low voice, he explained to Jiang An the origin of this village.

Changming Village is a general term for villages of all sizes near the main camp of the National Protection Army.

They are all called Changming.

Chang Ming, faith and responsibility...

Living inside were the relatives of the soldiers who had moved their homes thousands of miles away, as well as the disabled soldiers who could no longer charge forward.

He came to the main camp today to oversee the military training in order to calm people's hearts, so he must go to Changming Village.

After wiping the dumplings clean, Hu Yan left and entered the main tent again.

"Master, the horses are ready, we can set off."

Jiang Jichen took Tuanzi into his arms and weighed the weight in his hand. "Let Huo Lang's son and An ride in the carriage together."

With two kids together, the journey won’t be boring…

"Okay, I'll go tell Holland."

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