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Meng Jiao let Zhan Nanchu carry her to the stable. Not far behind them, the two hid in the corner and watched.

Mo Shidong scratched his head. His sturdy body blocked the people behind him.

"The little princess looks so young, was it really her who beat up that Xue guy?"

Zhang Shisheng rolled his eyes and bumped into his young master's shoulder after he saw that he had completely disappeared from his sight.

"Let's make a bet. You can't beat the little princess..."

"I don't want to gamble, get out of here~ Do you think I'm stupid? I won't say whether I can fight or not. Even if I do, how old is the little princess? Besides, do I dare to hit her hard? You damn old Zhang, why don't you fight?"

Zhang Shisheng touched his chin and thought that it was becoming increasingly difficult to deceive Mo Datou.

But he really wanted to meet this so-called little princess. He heard the people who came back that day secretly talking about how she could wield the young marquis's spear. Why didn't he believe it?

I heard that the little girl is the child of Lord Wen. Think about Lord Wen's physique, and then look at the little girl.

He shook his head violently.

No, no, Master Wen is a little ugly, and this little princess is so delicate and soft, the fake one is also good, very good.

Meng Jiao saw her little Red Rabbit as she wished. Little Red Rabbit hadn't seen her for several days. She was so excited that she and her horse ran around the military camp for an entire afternoon.

At night, Zhan Nanchu asked someone to put a bathtub under the tent before calling her. Meng Jiao ran back panting, her face flushed with excitement.

It was obvious that she preferred the freedom here to the palace.

Raising his hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead, Zhan Nanchu then asked Man Yue to come in and help her take a bath, while he stood guard at the door with his thoughts surging.

Soaking in the bathtub, Meng Jiao closed her eyes and rested comfortably.

The northwest was not like the vast desert with solitary smoke that she had imagined. Instead, not far from the military camp were towering mountains that stretched for miles and were covered with dense forests. It made people sigh that humans were so insignificant in front of nature.

I heard from Man Yue that this is Longhai Pass, the last natural barrier of Longning. If you pass through it, you will see the endless grassland.

The land was full of nomadic barbaric Turks, who had no fixed place to live and wandered everywhere.

In the past, every winter when they ran out of food, they would risk crossing the mountains to burn, kill, and rob the people of Longning. Their methods were cruel, and they even maliciously massacred the elderly, women, and children.

Fortunately, Longning later had the Marquis of Zhenbei, who gradually drove them back out of the mountains. The Turks probably didn't expect that it was the Marquis of Zhenbei who defeated their soldiers.

Now that their plan has been thwarted, the one who still wants to attack them is Zhan Nanchu, the son of the Marquis of Zhenbei.

The next morning, Meng Jiao crawled out of bed in a daze. Zhan Nanchu had finished his morning exercise and came to find her with breakfast.

Seeing her cute look with her hair flying and she was in a daze under the quilt, I couldn't help but lean over and kiss her, then helped her put on her training clothes and combed her hair.

Meng Jiao spit out the mouthwash and came back to her senses. Seeing Zhan Nanchu braiding her hair, she asked curiously while holding the porridge.

"When did brother learn this? It's so cool."

The braid that Zhan Nanchu made is somewhat similar to the modern boxing braid, except that he was reluctant to use too much force, so it is a little loose, but it is still very convenient.

Zhan Nanchu felt proud when she couldn't see him. This was the result of his whole morning's study.

"If you like, I can learn anything."

Meng Jiao shook her head, turned around and kissed him, teasing him deliberately.

"Is anything okay?"

Zhan Nanchu stared at the cherry lips so close to him for a moment. The girl's milky white face was flushed, like a ripe peach, making people really want to take a bite.

"Well, as long as you like."

After saying this, he served the porridge to the little girl, turned around and took a deep breath.

No, his self-control was almost zero in front of her. He could give up his reputation, but she couldn't.

He couldn't cross the line again before he came of age, otherwise if he had a weird dream like last night, he would suffocate himself to death before he could get the food!

Just when Meng Jiao was wondering why he was so serious today, Zhan Nanchu spoke up.

"Eat quickly. Don't you want to go to the military camp? I'll take you there after they finish their training."

Meng Jiao's eyes lit up instantly, and she no longer cared about thinking about anything else. She stretched out her foot and motioned Zhan Nanchu to put on his shoes while drinking the porridge quickly.

Zhan Nanchu squatted down and waited on the little ancestor resignedly, and couldn't help muttering,

"Eat slowly, don't choke~"

……

When she arrived at the real training ground, Meng Jiao finally felt the solemnity and tension of the army.

Sweat seeped through their uniforms, but the soldiers still did not stop waving their spears. The generals demonstrated in person, and the subordinates learned humbly. Meng Jiao admired and her blood boiled at the same time.

Soldiers are indeed the symbol of power and glory!

Seeing Zhan Nanchu and Meng Jiao appear, many soldiers couldn't help but look around.

Zhang Shisheng told his men to continue, and he caught up with the two young marquises who were walking towards the place where the generals were competing.

"My Lord, are you showing the princess around?"

When I got closer, I realized that the princess looked really young. I couldn't help but wonder, is she an adult?

This title of "little princess" was called by them privately, and Zhan Nanchu was not aware of it. When Zhang Shisheng called her so carelessly, she was a little afraid that her thoughts would be exposed to the little girl, so she quickly opened her mouth to scold her.

"This is the daughter of Marquis Anping, Princess Changle."

Zhang Shisheng was stunned for two seconds, then he looked at Zhan Nanchu holding Meng Jiao's hand, and his eyes showed some understanding.

Oh, I see. This means you haven't caught up with her yet.

My Lord, this is not okay~

The three approached, and the fight was going on fiercely on the arena. Zhan Nanchu waved his hand and didn't ask anyone to report it.

Meng Jiao pulled Zhan Nanchu to see more clearly. Zhan Nanchu picked her up very naturally, not feeling awkward at all.

The two of them were used to it, and Zhang Shisheng, who was standing by, was dumbfounded.

Well, he made a rash judgment, or their prince was just awesome. What's the difference between him and his own wife?

Meng Jiao was picked up by him, and then she saw clearly that it was Man Yue and a big guy fighting on the stage.

This was the first time I saw Man Yue's internal energy fully activated. When the two of them punched, you could even see the air distorted. The winds of fists and feet intertwined, and the collision triggered waves of air.

My goodness! Meng Jiao was still wondering why Man Yue was so fierce today. Then she looked down at the ring and saw Qin Sheng shouting until his voice was almost hoarse.

Women do it for those who please them, yes, it's not impossible~

Seeing Meng Jiao's eyes full of longing, Zhang Shisheng interrupted at the right time.

"Little Princess, would you like to go up and give it a try? I heard that you defeated the commander of the imperial guards a few days ago. I have long wanted to see your heroic figure."

I thought the prince would scold me after I finished speaking, but the little girl pouted at him, so he put her down and asked someone to bring her special spear and sword.

Seeing Meng Jiao was unhappy, Zhan Nanchu nodded her head.

"Don't use my gun in a sparring match. They can't handle it."

Meng Jiao said "Oh", then raised her hand and clasped her fists towards Zhang Shisheng.

"Junior Wen Mengjiao, please give me some advice, General Zhang."

Zhang Shisheng felt that he was more confused today than in the past year.

What does that mean? What do they mean by they can't stand it? Who are they looking down on? He is the leader of the Seven Wolves of the Northwest. So why is he the one giving the instruction?

But seeing that the little girl didn't take advantage of her status as a prince to put on airs in front of me, why not play with her for a while?

"Okay, then Lao Zhang will accompany the princess today. Please show mercy to her."

Meng Jiao nodded seriously.

"Yes, I will!"

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