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Ever since the competition ended that day, Meng Jiao seemed to have opened up her Ren and Du meridians. Anyone in the military camp who had some special skills was harassed by her.

It was at this time that Meng Jiao realized that ancient martial arts had no end, and human wisdom should not be underestimated.

There are not only advanced and brave frontal attacks, but also life-saving sneak attacks and clever means of taking advantage of others.

She was excited to learn, but the imperial court sent a letter, and the army was busy organizing for two days and began to march towards the grassland. She had to put aside her thoughts.

Zhan Nanchu had a headache looking at Meng Jiao who had sneaked into the team in disguise.

"Ancestor, are you serious about this disguise?"

Meng Jiao scratched her head, wondering why it worked in TV dramas but not for her. It was definitely not because she was short.

"I don't care. Brother knows I can protect myself. Besides, I still have Man Yue's female army."

Zhan Nanchu was full of worries. Going to war with the Turks was no joke. Moreover, the water and grass were abundant at this time, and the Turks were strong and powerful.

If he didn't want to resolve everything before the little girl came of age, he would never have chosen this time. He was also worried about leaving her in the military camp.

"Then you must stay with me and don't run around."

Meng Jiao happily squeezed the horse's belly and moved side by side with him.

"Hey, brother, come closer and I'll tell you something in private."

The horse that Zhan Nanchu rode in the military camp was a special breed confiscated from the grassland. It was exceptionally strong and tall, with a shiny black body and black mane that looked sleek and glossy under the sunlight.

The little red rabbit came closer, its round eyes full of admiration.

However, Zhan Nanchu's horse seemed very aloof. Even when the person on the horse leaned to one side, he remained motionless.

Zhan Nanchu leaned over to get closer to the little girl, but he never expected Meng Jiao to hug his face and give him a kiss.

"Hey, thank you, brother. I will be good."

Behind the two men, several generals kept coughing, looking up and down, looking very busy.

Zhan Nanchu was not prepared for the little girl to kiss him in front of so many people. While he was happy, a trace of pain pierced his heart.

He was like a despicable glutton. He knew she didn't understand what this meant, but he enjoyed it and didn't want to extricate himself.

She even let everyone call her the princess and refused to stop them.

Suppressing the panic in his heart, Zhan Nanchu thought, it's okay to be selfish, the people here don't know that he raised her.

After returning to Beijing, he will keep his distance from her until she grows up and he can truly possess her openly.

The grassland was vast, and Long Ning's army conquered for nearly five months before eliminating all the tribes involved in the riot.

Not only did they expand the country's territory, but they also confiscated their war horses and ironware. I think after this battle, the Turks were severely damaged and they would not dare to invade Longning easily for decades.

After Zhan Nanchu cleaned up the troublesome prisoners, he dragged Meng Jiao, who was also covered in blood, back to the tent. As soon as he entered the tent, he quickly took her into his arms.

"Brother asked someone to prepare a bath for you, dear, it's all over, okay?"

Meng Jiao's eyes were red, and she hugged him to calm down for a long time. It was the first time she saw someone eat a newborn baby worse than a pig or a dog, and it was the person's own child.

Then she thought about the many pregnant women she rescued later. Damn it, she couldn't calm down immediately even if she killed them.

Zhan Nanchu had never expected that she would see this scene. He had always protected her very well. He had never expected that the rumor that the Turks ate human flesh and blood was actually true.

Without saying anything else, Zhan Nanchu took off his armor, picked her up and held her in his arms. He walked back and forth in the tent, patting her back to comfort her.

Having just vented her anger by chopping off more than a dozen people's heads, Meng Jiao tried hard to close her eyes and not think about it, but the harder she tried to stop herself from thinking about it, the more those images haunted her.

She turned around and hugged him back, burying herself in his neck and smelling his scent. Meng Jiao was rarely vulnerable.

"Brother, kiss me."

With a throb in his heart, Zhan Nanchu stroked the back of her neck and kissed her lips. His action was not gentle, but it miraculously calmed Meng Jiao's temper.

When the kiss ended, Meng Jiao felt dizzy and staggered on his shoulder, breathing heavily. She suddenly felt very tired.

Seeing her relaxed expression, Zhan Nanchu kissed her hair until she was completely rested.

"Go to sleep, Jiaojiao, your brother is here."

The grip that the person in his arms was holding on his neck gradually loosened, and Zhan Nanchu gently put her down and helped her clean the blood off her body bit by bit. The pain and self-blame in his eyes could not be concealed.

In the imperial palace of the capital, after more than eight months of ruling alone, Xie Siyuan gradually grew into a little emperor who could stand on his own. He also grew a lot taller and looked more and more extraordinary.

When he received the war report from the northwest, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

What worries me is that Long Ning has won a great victory and the Regent is coming back. I don't know whether he will make his identity as a Turkic remnant public.

The good news is that the little girl who participated in the battlefield and made great achievements is now in an unknown state.

Another month had passed. Meng Jiao and Zhan Nanchu had finally finished dealing with all matters in the northwest and were ready to go to Beijing. However, she had not expected that so many soldiers in the barracks would be reluctant to let her go.

What a scene it would be if thousands of grown men cried together. Meng Jiao cried so hard while sitting in the carriage that she almost broke her arm.

"Hmm~hiccup~I will be back soon~"

Zhan Nanchu protected her from falling out, looking at her red eyes from crying, and secretly made a decision in his heart.

"My dear, there's no one in sight, come back."

"Wow! My little Red Hare, my little broken horse! A playboy horse!"

It was true that she could not see anyone. Meng Jiao turned around and burrowed into his arms, looking for an excuse to continue crying.

Zhan Nanchu didn't care whether she was making excuses or not, he just took her as the truth, and while wiping her tears, he spoke,

"Then I'll ask someone to go back and put it back on. Don't cry anymore, or your eyes will get swollen again."

Meng Jiao stopped instantly. Ever since she had collected a bunch of war horses, her little Red Hare had not only been sticking to Zhan Nanchu's horse.

In addition, the stable attendants knew that this was the little princess's horse, so they took extra care of it.

Knowing that it was of mating age, and also liking to look at handsome horses, every time a new horse came back, it would be asked to choose first. This made the little red rabbit like a rich woman who had entered a stallion paradise, having fun all day long, flirting with this and that.

I just heard that Zhan Nanchu's big black horse roared in anger in the stable. I don't know which horse Little Red Hare will choose in the end.

In short, her owner was going to help it be happy. She swore that she would come back here after the wedding banquet.

She loved learning ancient martial arts so much, and she needed more of the thorns seized from the grassland.

The return trip was not as busy as the trip there. We went shopping for more than a month. By the time we entered the imperial city, it was already close to the end of the year.

Snow flakes were falling from the sky, and Xie Siyuan was waiting alone at the gate of the imperial palace.

He could have waited for them to meet him in the warm palace, but when he thought of that bright little figure, he felt a little uneasy. It would be better for him to be here so that he could see her at first sight.