I practice trumpet in the red building

A few howls naturally attracted the guards outside the door to ask questions, and He Qilou dismissed his confidants again with a few casual words: all confidants could hear the joy in his voice...the more daring little guards secretly went to Glancing at the window, I happened to catch a glimpse of Su Hui's silhouette with a slight halo.

No wonder the uncle doesn't allow us to go in!

The little guard consciously saw the truth at a glance, he turned his head and whispered to his captain.

When going out in the night shift, Su Hui used the template provided by the system, which can be seen by ordinary people, but the appearance in their eyes is different from that of a student officially certified by the system like He Qilou.

It is said that the shrewd glance of the clever little guard fell into He Qilou's eyes, which aroused He Qilou's thoughts. He hugged his injured leg and said in a low voice, "In his last life, he died to save me."

Su Hui tapped He Qilou's forehead lightly, "It's not like before." After thinking about it, she decided to praise him, "Just now I stood tall and saw clearly, you're really good at fighting with soldiers The formation is very organized."

The real fighting is not very entertaining: both sides hope to defeat the enemy with one blow, and naturally move to the vital point, so the number of rounds will definitely not be many.

Just now when He Qilou led people to rush out, it wasn't that he was the first to fight the assassins personally, but he formed a small battle formation with his personal guards. Even if he was hit by an arrow in his thigh and staggered, not only his personal guards stopped him in time, but the surrounding guards resolutely tightened their formation, and their pace was never chaotic.

And from the beginning to the end, they stood firmly in front of Prince Yizhong, and withstood the most turbulent wave of attacks for Prince Yizhong.

Not to mention that He Qilou's leading troops to meet the enemy is remarkable, but he is also worthy of praise for being able to face danger without fear.But after the praise, criticism and self-criticism must begin.

Su Hui asked: "You are also sincere, is it worth taking such an arrow for that prince?"

King Yizhong almost never left the palace, and there is no chance of a comeback. There are still people who want to get rid of his family and then quickly. Su Hui thinks that this is not only because of the old enmity that was not cleaned up and messed up, but also because of the grievances that King Yizhong handed over. I'm afraid Li still has something to do with the enemy.

He Qilou said: "If he gets another arrow, his leg will be crippled. I didn't save him in vain."

Su Hui said lightly, "If I hadn't come in time, your leg might be useless."

This is pure scaremongering. He Qilou dared to block the arrow with his legs. He knew it well: the wound was far away from the bones and main blood vessels. Doctors who are good at dealing with trauma in this era can treat it very well.

He Qilou also lived up to Su Hui's expectations, and immediately hugged his right leg, moaning endlessly, "It hurts, my sister hurts!" He almost rolled on the couch.

The wound was indeed on the right leg. Shouldn't it be clear that he didn't hug the left leg "in a hurry"?It's like a little wolf who is fighting bravely with his head outside, and will show his furry belly when he returns to the nest... a little wolf who needs to be coaxed and rubbed.

Unfortunately, Su Hui is particularly fond of this set.She flicked He Qilou's forehead again, "It's too big to hold you in such a short table." As she spoke, she bought another bandage from the system for a dollar, and used the bandage to fix the wounded Band-Aid. Finally, a bow was carefully tied.

He Qilou looked at Su Hui and then at his injured leg, smiled suddenly, then hugged Su Hui's waist again, and said in a low voice, "My sister has two looks, both want to be hugged like this."

Taking advantage of the injury or illness, hurry up and act like a baby...you have a quick brain.But the vests were all off, and Su Hui was not hypocritical, "The other me...seems to be only eleven."

He Qilou narrowed his eyes, "My sister hugs me, I hug my sister, it's the best of both worlds."

Su Hui pinched He Qilou's face, it felt... greasy and grey, she didn't speak.

One hugged the waist, the other touched the head. This posture was maintained for less than half a stick of incense, and there was a burst of noise from outside: Yizhong Wang Shizi, who had bandaged his flesh and blood wounds, was helped to visit He Qilou.

Whenever a visitor comes, Su Hui plans to withdraw.

He Qilou tugged on Su Hui's sleeve and didn't let go, "Sister, we have a deal?"

Su Hui gave a "hmm", then touched her face with a smile, and then walked away - in fact, she let the system teleport away.

When Su Hui lay back on her big bed, which was moderately soft and firm, Xiao Lingling asked, "A little bird depends on a person... Which one feels better, a little bird or a human?"

Su Hui expressed her feelings, "I think it's all pretty good."

By the way, He Qilou is not short, the 11-year-old he is not much different from the 15-year-old Prince Yizhong.Standing up, He Qilou could only hug Su Hui up to the waist, because Su Hui was too tall.

Because the shell provided by the system is the beautiful, gentle and amiable template with its own fairy air... The height is almost two meters, yes, two meters.

The students have just been dragged into the classroom, and they are in a brand new environment. They are somewhat confused. In addition, the shell chosen by Su Hui has its own extraordinary charm. As a result, the students did not immediately feel anything wrong with the teacher's height. Or the main focus is not on the teacher's height...and after a few lessons they get used to it.

In fact, even Su Hui realized that the height of the shell she had chosen was rather unusual, only after two or three classes.

She had nothing to do, looked through other templates provided by the system, and discovered the truth: the "clothes-changing system" that doesn't match the overall calm and restrained system style is definitely embedded later, provided by the clothing-changing system Those templates, no matter they are humanoid or... including Erha, are all the same height.

Su Hui burst out laughing at the time, "I understand, I understand, the system must allow us as teachers to give students a sense of security. We are tall and powerful, hugging students in our arms and making them cry freely. The resolution effect must be good."

Xiao Lingling was very embarrassed, the tips of her ears and tail drooped down.

Su Hui rubbed Xiao Lingling for a long time before continuing to hahaha, "Isn't it because I forgot to debug these small data when the new module went online?"

Xiao Linglingwo groaned in embarrassment in her arms.

This time, He Qilou clearly stated that "after he is a little bird, he also wants his sister Xiaoniao to be with him once." In addition to bringing back Su Hui's memory of the template's height just now, he added some other thoughts, " Prince Yizhong, can I teach you?"

Xiao Lingling seemed to be wandering away, obviously she was looking for information, and after a while her eyes recovered, "I can teach him now, but his teaching goal is to be a regency, or to rule the world... and the teaching effect is good," Xiao Lingling said crookedly. He shook his head, "You can't be like Li Wan, who doesn't want to teach, and ends three times. The class fee for Prince Yizhong starts from 100 yuan, but he must be taught until he first takes power before the class ends."

Su Hui said decisively: "Forget it." After thinking about it, she smiled again, "It seems that He Qilou is still the one with the lowest teaching task in the imperial family."

Xiao Lingling nodded quickly, "Otherwise, why would I recommend him to you." Especially this one is very beautiful.

Su Hui rubbed Xiao Lingling again, "You are so smart. But He Qilou is indeed a young genius... EQ and IQ are good, no matter before or after rebirth."

Xiao Lingling snorted softly, "Rolling is also good at being cute."

"He is also very talented. I have taught a few students anyway. Fortunately, he is the only one like him. If there are too many students, I can't handle it." Su Hui pointed to herself, "Anyone can see that I like to have ideas. A student who can listen to people."

"You can listen to people's words..." Xiao Lingling reminded suddenly, "You are almost throwing Yuan Chun aside."

makes sense.

It was enough for Jia Lian and Jia Rong to lead them to practice the exercises step by step. The two of them were so busy packing up their foreign assignments that they would have to travel for half a month; , there is no way to hear any gossip from them.

It’s a pity to think about it: the news that Krypton Gold retrieves from the system, no matter how good the writing is, it can’t compare to listening to a living person’s vivid narration—at least you can understand the emotional state of the other party.

See Yuanchun tomorrow night.

Su Hui made up her mind and fell into a deep sleep.

As for the mountain villa in the outskirts of Beijing, which is designed for dignitaries and dignitaries, it is doomed that no one will fall asleep.

King Yizhong asked the guards to help him into the door, and sat down opposite He Qilou. Before he could speak, he caught a glimpse of...the neat bow on his cousin's injured leg.

He laughed before saying a word, and the teasing expression on his face was never concealed, "Unexpected..."

The courtyard where cousin He Qilou rested temporarily was surrounded by lush forests on both sides, so it was really easy for a few people to come and go without attracting the attention of others.

In other words, when Prince Yizhong's son was born, his father was still the crown prince, and he was the only legitimate son and grandson of this dynasty, and he was in the arms of his imperial grandfather... But soon the good times came to an end, and with his father being deposed, he and The mother and concubine accompanied their father to guard the palace. Fortunately, the abdicated emperor's grandfather and the enthroned emperor's uncle not only often called, but also took care of him a lot. He even studied with several prince cousins ​​since he was six years old.

As the most blatant object of favor, Prince Yizhong's life is actually pretty good, except that from time to time someone wants him and his father's life.

He Qilou didn't answer his words, "You have broken your leg, why don't you bring a few more people out?"

Prince Yizhong pointed to his leg and said, "It's not broken if it's cracked!" After he finished speaking, he rubbed his chin and rolled his eyes, "When you pull out the arrow, there must be a blood hole, you... it's hard to add fragrance to your red sleeves. Still a famous doctor?" Seeing He Qilou's expressionless face, he immediately said, "If I bring more people out, won't no one do it?"

He Qilou nodded, "The son of a thousand gold can't sit still, don't put yourself in danger again."

Prince Yizhong's son solemnly said: "I've made a note." After thinking for a while, he said, "These people... don't seem to be all from our Great Zhou."

He Qilou said: "It's not that family." He was referring to Zhongshun Prince's Mansion, "If they can afford dead soldiers..." You won't survive today.

Prince Yizhong's son pointed to the northwest, "It's probably caused by that side. Where are you going?"

He Qilou nodded emphatically, "It's just the past few years."

For the time being, Su Hui doesn't know what's going on in He Qilou's side, but she only said that she saw Yuan Chun at night... and saw that her brows were all knit together.

Yuan Chun said sullenly, "Sir, I just listen to gossip these days!"

Su Hui raised her eyebrows, "Because of your brother?"

"More than that," Yuan Chun shook his head, "It's my uncle, my uncle's surname is Xue, and he used to be an imperial merchant, but now he entered the Ministry of Industry and became colleagues with my father. They... said yes They all went my way!"

I know who Xue Heng followed!Su Hui laughed loudly, "The one who cleans up is cleared up. Let's sit down and talk about it in detail."

The author has something to say: halfway through writing last night, I fell asleep with my notebook in my arms, and now I am going home to start work.