Traveling through troubled times, he fled with his stepson

the day before.

School grounds.

Drums and horns sounded, and everyone's faces were filled with nervousness and excitement. Their fiery gazes were fixed on the wooden platform built in the center, and they shouted loudly from time to time.

"Come on, why not?"

"You were yelling about revenge before! How come you couldn't even survive a single round under my hands!"

One of the people on the stage was defeated amid the boos from the crowd and was finally kicked off the stage.

The soldiers surrounding him howled and booed and ran towards the man.

Everyone was talking about it.

Some people also ran to the people on the stage and shouted something.

"Young City Lord is awesome!"

"As expected of the young city lord!"

"That kid's enthusiasm should have been dampened long ago."

The person on the stage was Cheng Feiyue. He clasped his hands together to greet the people around him, then jumped off a one-meter-high platform.

His movements were sharp and vigorous, and the youthful spirit was so vigorous that one could not help but feel a few years younger just by looking at him.

"Young City Lord has won. Ling Zizhen, you must admit defeat and run around the training ground!"

The people around cheered. This kind of competition happened frequently. Every time someone went up to compete, there was a stake. Unless there was any deep hatred, the stakes were mostly based on running and shouting.

Ling Zizheng, who was surrounded by people, looked at Cheng Feiyue who was in high spirits. He pounded the ground with his hands in hatred, then got up and turned away in annoyance.

Cheng Feiyue, who stayed behind, walked quickly towards Li Yuan and grabbed Li Yuan's shoulder. "I am now better than Ling Zizhen. I finally won."

As he said this, he couldn't help but wipe his face.

The people around me all have some dark faces, often exposed to the sun during physical training, and their bodies are covered with sunburn and they are peeling off layer by layer of skin.

Although Li Yuan was a little tanned, he still stood out in the dark crowd.

The corners of his mouth curved slightly, a smile appeared on his face, and he said gently: "You are good at martial arts, and it is no coincidence that you defeated Lingzi."

No one's praise can compare to Li Yuan's words. After all, Cheng Feiyue was hit hard by Li Yuan.

Cheng Feiyue snorted complacently, then quickened his pace towards the rest area.

"I have to take a day off tomorrow. Time flies so fast." Cheng Feiyue counted the days and sighed.

Li Yuan's eyes fell gently on the mountains in the distance, "Is it fast?"

“I think it’s very slow.”

The two people left noisily, and when the others saw that the protagonist had left, they all made a few jokes and left.

The rough guy in the military camp, who ate both meat and vegetables, gestured with his bare arms as he left the place.

Li Yuan listened quietly to the noise around him. He walked away slowly, but Cheng Feiyue's voice was still ringing in his ears.

His face was calm and gentle, but his heart was filled with thousands of waves, surging and turbulent.

It's time to take a break again.

In more than two years, Li Yuan's body grew rapidly every year. Now, at the age of nearly fifteen, he has surpassed Wei Qiqi and is as tall as an ordinary man.

From the last holiday to the arrival of another one, Li Yuan has changed a lot.

In half a month, Li Yuan's voice changed. His body became stronger and he was no longer thin due to excessive growth. He became more muscular and the sharpness between his eyebrows gradually became as gentle as jade.

Seventh Lady.

Wei Qiqi.

Li Yuan silently recited these two names, chewing them slowly, as if he wanted to tear the owners of these names apart and swallow them into his stomach.

The emotions contained in it are terrifying.

His feelings for Wei Qiqi are no longer just family love.

It has gone bad and fermented and is beyond his control.

Just a few months after arriving at the military camp, he started having wet dreams. The dreams were disorganized and every chaotic scene made him feel a nameless fire burning in his heart.

It was because the person in the scene was Qi Niang, whom he respected and revered.

At the beginning, Li Yuan was extremely frightened. This unconventional and extraordinary feeling made the books he had read for many years collapse.

The moral cultivation in the documents was completely gone in his dreams.

Only his fire and his Qi Niang.

Absurdity, disorder, and a burning breath.

Li Yuan quickly recovered from the panic and pain, and thought that it would disappear as time passed.

Who would have thought that the inappropriate feeling did not diminish at all, but became even stronger.

Until it became a weight that he could hardly bear.

Li Yuan knew that he was different from others, lacked emotion, and few people could get into his heart.

Wei Qiqi is undoubtedly the most important person among all of them.

During the lengthy training and prolonged self-rest, Li Yuan went over this relationship from top to bottom, from front to back, more than once in his mind.

But the final answer is always Qiniang.

It seems like an unsolvable answer, like a gift from fate.

He always thinks so.

The next day was a rare day of good weather. Cheng Feiyue pulled Li Yuan to take off his martial arts clothes and put on the robes that their family brought.

As soon as he came out of the camp, he immediately became the center of attention.

Cheng Feiyue has an outgoing personality and likes bright things. Today he is wearing a moon-white robe, which makes him look elegant.

Li Yuan, on the other hand, was wearing an ordinary coarse linen robe. Only if you looked closely could you see that underneath the layers of clothing was a soft and comfortable brocade garment.

"Young City Lord is different. Look at his temperament in this outfit."

"Yes."

Most of the soldiers around who were also taking a break were about the same age as Cheng Qing. When they saw Cheng Feiyue, they treated him as a junior and couldn't help but joke with him.

"I just don't know when the young city lord will marry my little daughter!"

"And mine!"

"Go to hell, the youngest of your daughters is two years older than the young city lord!"

The person who spoke first immediately changed his tone and confronted the person who had just spoken.

“Hahahaha… don’t talk about Old Sun, your own daughter is also one year older.”

"What are you afraid of?"

"If that doesn't work, Xiao Li next to the young city lord will do."

"Hey - that won't do, I was the one who spotted Xiao Li first!!" Another person jumped out and spoke quickly.

What he said caused even bigger waves.

Although Cheng Feiyue has a good temper and is cheerful, his background is a big obstacle. People are afraid that their daughter will be wronged if she marries him because his background is too high, so they are just teasing Cheng Feiyue.

But Li Yuan is different. Li Yuan has no background. It is said that he has only one step-relative in his family. He is mature, steady and studious. Although his martial arts are not as good as the young city lord, they are not worse than most.

The most important thing is that he has a gentle temperament. Those who have known Li Yuan for the past two years have never seen him get angry with anyone. He and the young city lord were childhood playmates, so his future is limitless.

There are more people around Li Yuan who are sincere to him.

Everyone was arguing. Cheng Feiyue had been in the military camp for two years and had become quite thick-skinned.

"My dear uncles, I appreciate your kindness. Please come and see my sisters someday."

"So I'm leaving first?"

As he said this, he quickly escaped while pulling Li Yuan, who nodded in greeting.

"Hurry, hurry, borrow two horses from the Quartermaster Department. I'm missing my mother so much!"