Empress, don't make trouble, I'm really a gentleman

The Empress Dowager of the Celestial Dynasty, that is, the Empress of the First Emperor, Nangong Jing's nominal aunt.

In fact, she has no blood relationship with Nangong Jing.

Nan Gongjing's biological mother had died a long time ago. A few days before she came of age, she was adopted to the current queen mother for the convenience of inheriting the throne.

"She's having a birthday party?"

The empress couldn't believe it.

There is a big problem with the queen mother's history. It is said that it is likely to be a pawn placed by the fairy gate in the Celestial Dynasty, and was not seen by the first emperor and all the officials.

She also knows this herself, so she never dances in front of everyone on weekdays, and lives in seclusion in the deep palace, keeping a low profile and restrained.

But this time, she actually wanted to hold a birthday banquet with great fanfare?

unusual!
Nangong Jing subconsciously sensed something was wrong.

However, for the time being, she really couldn't think of what the Queen Mother would do.

"When is her birthday?"

The Empress frowned and asked.

Jing'er thought about it seriously, and wanted to answer this question. After thinking for a while, she realized that she didn't know the answer at all.

It's funny to say, if the Queen Mother hadn't offered to hold a birthday banquet, the Empress would have no idea that her birthday was coming.

Wei Gaochen bowed and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager's birthday will be about one month later, seven days after the school field military exercise."

Nangong scenic spot nodded.

"There's plenty of time... Well, well, if she wants to do it, she can do it. Eunuch Wei, I'll leave this matter to you."

After all, the queen mother is her mother in name, and the celestial dynasty governs the country with filial piety. If the king of a country can't even satisfy his mother's wish for her birthday, it would be a bit embarrassing to say it.

Wei Gaochen took the order and left without a sound.

Jing'er's big eyes are shining.

"Okay! The Empress Dowager celebrates her birthday, and Brother Wuchen will definitely come to celebrate her birthday! Your Majesty, we can see Brother Wuchen again! When the time comes, you will trick him into the room, and then I will knock him unconscious from behind with a wooden stick. We can just—whoops!"

Before the little palace lady could finish her sentence, Nangong Jing tapped her on the head, and she instantly burst into tears.

"Why did you hit me... Woohoo, I'm not wrong..."

She did not repent, and covered the painful place with her hands, feeling extremely wronged.

Nangong Jing glared angrily.

Under this torch-like gaze, Jing'er finally gave in, hugged the Empress's arm and shook her coquettishly, melting her anger with her cuteness and cuteness.

……

Half a month passed quickly.

In the past half month, not only Suzaku in the dream team successfully broke through to the eighth-rank grandmaster, but even Baihu broke through in time, officially entering the ranks of the eighth-rank grandmaster.

Qinglong's cultivation of the Cloud-Opening Sacred Code has achieved certain results. He happily expressed that, given him another month or two, he can also break through and become one of the only two seventh-rank masters in General Tiance's residence.

Wang Ergou's foundation is deep, and with the help of the Spirit Gathering Formation, in another month or two, the breakthrough will come naturally.

Only Fu'an, with his eyes wide open, was still not long before breaking through.

Watching the tiger friends surpass him one after another, and even, he has a team member with excellent qualifications who is about to become a master, the capital dog feels unprecedented pressure.

Under high pressure, he practiced desperately every day, exercised his body, and studied the sacred scriptures of Kaiyun. Seeing that Ji Wuchen couldn't bear it, he secretly gave this guy a nourishing elixir, which cost more than a dozen integrity points.

The past half month has been very leisurely, no accidents happened, the Tianxuan Sect revenge that Ji Wuchen had been waiting for, seemed to disappear quietly.

Or, some kind of conspiracy is brewing.

The martial arts school in the capital...

This is the training ground of the Royal Forest Army. The terrain is open and flat, it can accommodate tens of thousands of people, and various training facilities are also very complete.

Today, many prominent and frightening dignitaries came here.

All in one, this group of people are all senior officials of the military generals, each of them has a majestic appearance, a strong body, a powerful true essence hidden in his body, and his eyes are shining brightly.

Military exercises on the school grounds are a major event in China.

A lot of powerful military elites are lined up neatly, and each of them is the most elite of each unit, with extraordinary strength.

They have been selected layer by layer and passed the cruel test. It is a great honor to be able to stand in this place.

Individuals who perform outstandingly in military exercises on the school grounds will receive attention from the upper echelons.

Winning the military exercise almost means that you will be on the rise in the future and have a bright future.

"Master, don't worry, don't say anything else, compared with those crumpled brats, hehe, our dream team is here to abuse food."

Fu An drove the carriage, carrying Ji Wuchen, bragging about himself while waving his long whip.

"Do you have the confidence to defeat Wang Yong?"

Through the door curtain, Ji Wuchen couldn't laugh or cry.

Fu An was dumb for a moment, and after a while, he smiled and said: "I still trust Boss Qinglong and the others, hehe."

That guy Wang Yong is too deep and unfathomable, the secret army under him... No one knows how strong the pervert is in that team.

In the carriage, Mu Baifan obediently leaned on Ji Wuchen's shoulder, obediently and motionless, while the master still held her waist.

Suzaku also imitated Mu Baifan, softly sticking to Ji Wuchen's shoulder.

This girl broke through to become an eighth-rank master, her strength skyrocketed, her temperament became more charming and charming, sometimes even Ji Wuchen couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat when she looked back and smiled.

Today she wears a veil.

"Master, don't worry, we are not weak."

Suzaku smiled sweetly and said softly.

The dream team only participated in the battle with five people, each of whom was at the level of a master. This quality is already quite terrifying, and it is afraid that only Wang Yong's "Mighty Army" can match it.

Ji Wuchen smiled at her and nodded.

The people from General Tiance's Mansion are about to be late again.

However, they were not panicked at all.

It's just being late, it's not like I haven't been late before following Ji Wuchen.

With deep eyes, Fu An drove the carriage, wobbly, and finally arrived at the school grounds before being late.

Qinglong and others were in another carriage, they quickly got out of the carriage, and entered the waiting area first under Ji Wuchen's signal.

"What kind of army is this? Why are five people here?"

Seeing the five people headed by Qinglong, Youjing couldn't help laughing.

Each team will send at least ten people to participate in the military exercise on the school grounds, and only those who are particularly low-ranking will send less than ten people because they can't find suitable talents.

Qinglong glanced at the soldier who made the noise, and recognized that it was a team guarding the eastern border.

There are few wars in the east, but there are more traveling merchants. It is a fat job to serve as a soldier there.

Similarly, due to the lack of tempering, the strength of the eastern army is relatively weak.

So Qinglong just glanced at him lightly and didn't speak.

He didn't bother to say anything more.

Fu An, on the other hand, stared back fiercely, with a cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

The person next to the soldier also looked over and couldn't help laughing.

"Haha! Five people?! This is too shabby, which prince's private army are you? Tell me a lot."

Fu An couldn't bear it any longer, and wanted to move forward, but was held back by Qinglong.

He still didn't speak, just stood there quietly, like a puppet, like a sculpture.

Fu An glared at them and returned to his seat.