Qi Kuo

It was a sunny and sunny morning, with a cool breeze, blowing the thin clothes of the women walking on the street, blowing the white towel around the neck of the little girl who was holding a fan and trying to burn the fire, and blowing the wind from a distance. The bursts of silver bell-like laughter...

Zhao Jun slept on the bed unconsciously, taking advantage of the twilight before dawn, he wanted to store up a little more energy.

Suddenly, the inns that had been silent all night were suddenly opened.

Zhao Jun woke up instantly and lay motionless on the bed with his eyes closed.

Immediately, a burst of familiar fragrance rushed into his nose, so he opened his eyes, and just about to say something, someone knocked on his neck hard and passed out.

When Zhao Jun woke up again, his neck was sore. He rubbed his neck and looked around. He was neither familiar nor there was anyone.

He skillfully extended his hand to the side of his leg, and then... he didn't touch anything...

Zhao Jun's face froze for a second, he stood up, and walked towards the place where the grass and trees were obviously broken.

When he saw clearly why the grass and trees were broken, he almost laughed out of anger.

I saw Yu Jianglin standing there with his hips crossed, waiting for him to come by himself. Behind her were some people｜leather masks that had been prepared.

Zhao Jun pushed aside the grass, stood in front of her, and asked, "Sister Jianglin, what are you going to do?"

Yu Jianglin suddenly smiled evilly, and stretched out his hand to knock him unconscious, but was stopped by Zhao Jun's palm, he rubbed the back of his neck that was still faintly aching, and said: "Why do you want to say it directly, I will fully cooperate, All right?"

Yu Jianglin thought for a while, then gave him a gentle and amiable smile, pulled him to a delicate mask, and said, "Let's learn how to disguise?!"

The expression on Zhao Jun's face was stiff and stiff, and he quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no, no need."

Yu Jianglin pulled one corner of his mouth, took off the mask that was drying, and said coldly: "You have no choice."

Zhao Jun's complete resistance was futile, and he could only let his face be manipulated with a sad face.

I watched Yu Jianglin manipulate his face for a long time, and listened to Yu Jianglin tell him how to make a mask, how to make different masks according to each person's different skin types, and how to choose a suitable disguise object.

After waiting for her to finish, she had already told Zhao Jun about the disguise.

She looked left and right at Zhao Jun's face again, and smiled with great satisfaction.Throw him a prepared set of clothes, walk in one direction, and say, "Put on, and then we'll go back."

Zhao Jun looked at the clothes in his hands and felt that he was holding a hot potato.

While waiting for Zhao Jun to change his clothes and come out, Chen Ke and the others also rushed here.

Liang Song was the first to find out that something was wrong. They hadn't woken up before Yu Jianglin left, but she just left a note saying that she left with Zhao Jun first, and told them to catch up quickly when they woke up.

So, it stands to reason that there should be Zhao Jun sitting with his back facing them, but obviously, there is no one.

Liang Song called Yu Jianglin, called her over, and asked, "Where's little Zhao Jun?"

Yu Jianglin smiled: "I don't know."

Liang Song was angry: "Didn't he leave with you?"

Nodding with a smile: "Yes!"

"What about that person?"

"You don't know how to look for it yourself!" After she finished speaking, she walked back and sat with the strange figure from behind.

Suddenly, Luo Qize, who walked around in front of the two, took a deep breath, hurriedly got to the side of the two, leaned over, and said to the strange figure, "Not bad, Zhao Jun."

Zhao Jun blinked at him lightly, so Luo Qize pulled him up, put his hands on his shoulders, and led Zhao Jun away without looking back: "Then what, let's go first."

After Zhao Jun stood up, his figure was completely exposed, and Liang Song blurted out: "My God! You all play like this?!"

Zhao Jun changed into bamboo green clothes, stepped on a pair of white boots, and tied his hair with a blue headband. When he sat down, he couldn't see Zhao Jun's back at all. The key point was that when Zhao Jun turned around He still looked at it for a while.

It was as if Zhao Jun had changed his face completely, delicate and small, with two tufts of hair hanging down from his forehead, which covered his original face shape and highlighted the exquisite elegance of the mask on his face.

Liu Benmo clicked his tongue twice, and said, "You are trying to teach little Zhao Jun to be a monster."

Yu Jianglin was unhappy: "What are you talking about?! What is a monster? This is called beauty!"

Liu Benmo's face was full of smiles, looked at Zhao Jun, and asked Yu Jianglin, "Is he leaving like this?"

Yu Jiang raised his eyebrows: "Of course!"

The group turned from the small path to the main road again. Yu Jianglin held Zhao Jun's hand and walked ahead with a smile on his face.

Zhao Jun followed her with a blank, even sad face.

But what should happen will happen.

A drunken man walked up to them, blocked Yu Jianglin and Zhao Jun's path, staggered, and pointed at Zhao Jun incoherently: "Where is the little lady from?"

Zhao Jun didn't move, neither did Yu Jianglin.

Seeing that the drunk man's hand was about to reach Zhao Jun's face, a sword flew over suddenly and broke the drunk man's hand.

Facing the sudden change, the two of them were stunned for a while, and Qi Qi turned to look at Chen Ke.

Chen Ke shook his head, raised his chin slightly, and let them look behind.

This place is already approaching the land of Shu. The visitor was dressed in white and wore a white jade crown on his head. When he saw Zhao Jun, he cupped his hands away and said with a smile, "I am disturbing the young lady."

Zhao Jun looked at Yu Jianglin with a stiff face, and Yu Jianglin pinched Zhao Jun through the cover of his sleeve, threatened him with his eyes, and then said to the visitor: "Thank you for your help, son. My sister is afraid of life, and it is rare to treat others say."

The shy younger sister almost fainted on the spot after hearing this sentence.

Seeing their politeness, the visitor said, "Are you two going to Shuzhou?"

As soon as Yu Jianglin heard this, he knew that the man had no good intentions, so he sneered: "Young master, have you been free recently? I saw that your seal has turned black recently, and I'm afraid there may be bloodshed."

The man's expression changed, and he smiled again after a while: "Miss, you are joking. Those are the words of a Taoist in Jianghu, and you cannot easily say it."

Yu Jianglin ignored him and dragged Zhao Jun away.

The person who stayed there stretched out his hand to grab Zhao Jun's hand. Before he could reach out, he was slapped back with a scabbard by a person walking behind. Eyes, looked at him lightly.

He suddenly trembled all over, not daring to do anything wrong.

When they got to the gate of Shuzhong City, a pair of men and horses stopped them directly, and the leader said to Chen Ke: "Your Majesty welcomes the general."

Chen Ke looked at him and said, "Jiang Buqing asked you to come?"

Wu Ke smiled: "No! As soon as the officer heard that the general had arrived, he rushed to meet him without stopping. The quarters of the soldiers have been prepared, and the officer will lead you there?"

Chen Ke looked at him: "Is the yard in one place?"

Wu Ke smiled: "Of course, of course."

That night, Zhao Jun finally struggled to take off his mask and returned to his previous attire. When he came out, Liang Song shook his head: "It's much more comfortable to look at like this."

At this time, the sun is setting and the greenery is thick.

Seeing that he had changed his attire, Hu Chen threw him a wooden sword and said, "Let's continue."

Everyone obeyed the arrangement in the yard, leaving a large open space.

The matter of teaching Zhao Jun martial arts was also thought of by Chen Ke by accident. After thinking about it, he felt that it was necessary, so he found a time and talked to everyone, and everyone agreed unanimously.

Lin Zheng and Hu Chen were in charge of swordsmanship, Chen Ke taught him riding and shooting, and the rest taught him what they were good at.

At that time, Yu Jianglin said very excitedly: "Okay! Then I'm not the only one who is a woman..."

Crowd:  …

Yu Jianglin changed his words: "At least occasionally the face is different."

Zhao Jun struggled desperately to no avail, and only then did he come out today.

Zhao Jun finished practicing with Hu Chen, and before he could catch his breath, Lin Zheng directly took the sword thrown to him by Hu Chen, and directly attacked Zhao Jun.

Zhao Jun couldn't defend against it, so he could only reluctantly swing away the incoming sword with the sword in his hand.

Lin Zheng said while typing: "I just checked your previous and today's."

Zhao Jun didn't have time to respond to him at all, he was a little powerless at first, after dozens of moves, he gradually lost his balance.

Chen Ke stood watching from the side, and when Zhao Jun was retreating steadily, he raised his voice at the right time: "Bottom left, block. Keep your feet steady!..."

When he stopped, Zhao Jun's right hand was completely out of strength, waiting for the two of them to close their positions, and the sword in their hands fell to the ground, and the tiger's mouth was shaken and numb.

Lin Zheng was a little embarrassed, scratched his head, and panted, "It's okay. It was Shen Ke's fault just now! If he hadn't kept making noises, I wouldn't have made more moves."

In fact, Lin Zheng was also wronged. They fought well at first, but since Chen Ke started pointing Zhao Jun, Zhao Jun's offensive became more and more ruthless. He directly forgot that this was just a test, and gradually forgot his strength. In the end, Chen Ke He didn't give any pointers, but Zhao Jun followed what he said before, and the more he fought, the better he became, so the two had a hearty fight.

When eating at night, Zhao Jun's hands were shaking, and he held the chopsticks for a long time but failed to pick up what he wanted.

Chen Ke sighed slightly, put it in a bowl for him, and said softly, "Tell me what you want to eat."

Zhao Jun nodded, shaking his hands and lowering his head to pick up the rice.

Lin Zheng also found that Chen Ke hadn't eaten at all, and had been serving Zhao Jun's dishes all the time. A deep apology suddenly rose in his heart, and he blocked Chen Ke's movements, but he didn't stop him.

Lin Zheng looked up at Chen Ke, then silently withdrew his hand.

Although Chen Ke taught Zhao Jun that he was very good at swordsmanship, he had a headache when it came to bows and arrows.

Perhaps it was really destined that Zhao Jun's sensitivity to bows and arrows was extremely low. It can be said that Chen Ke tried his best to make Zhao Jun learn it.

On the wide field, Zhao Jun's posture and standard bow and arrow were drawn, and finally, accompanied by the sound of the string "Zheng", an arrow went straight past the target and flew towards the back.

Yu Jianglin couldn't help laughing, and said, "No, little Zhao Jun, you said that, but you already know it well, at least now you know more things than I do."

Zhao Jun looked at her dumbfounded, and walked up to Chen Ke with his head down.

Chen Ke didn't respond, just stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "You are really good already, don't be too harsh on yourself, just do your best."

Zhao Jun nodded.

The author has something to say:

Zhao Jun really has no talent for archery...

To put it mildly, I changed my pen name to Nan Huai Bei Zhi...