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Chapter 24 Unparalleled Princess 23
Vice-General Ling looked at them for a long time with strange eyes, and then responded indifferently.

Lan Shuying felt a chill, did this old man think of something unhealthy?
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In short, thanks to Lieutenant General Ling's care, Lan Shuying's military career had a very comfortable start.

However, it was also thanks to him that sometimes she had to stand on his side to solve some troubles that came to her.In a sense, it can be said that it is short to eat people and short to take people.

"Be kind to the left and the right to the right, follow along and join in the fun, go and help my son to bring a plate of desserts, remember to have sesame cakes."

Lan Shuying sat in the armchair sunbathing, yawned lazily, and called back the two brothers Shan Zuo and Shan Right who were gearing up for the end.

It's a joke, you can't kill chickens with a butcher's knife, and it's not the protagonist's challenge. Is it so important?
Wuying sat beside her and wiped the blade. After listening to her instructions, the tips of his ears moved slightly, and his icy expression softened quietly.

It is a very warm thing to be missed by others. He never says what he likes to eat, but the little girl is very observant.

She likes to eat salty and fresh dishes, but she always asks for two more hot and sour dishes for him when she eats.Sometimes she would borrow a small stove to make a few side dishes, and there was always one or two dishes that fit his taste.

Sesame cake too, he didn't know when she was discovered by her, but he seemed to be used to her silent care and consideration.

It's like going back in time, when the family was there.

Lan Shuying said innocently: I don't know, but I have a plot... Besides, I also love to eat.

There was a time in the plot that the heroine and Wuying were in trouble together, and when they confessed their hearts to each other, Wuying herself said that sesame cake was his mother's specialty snack. After that, the heroine learned how to make a good impression and tried to restore that flavor.

In the later period, every time the sesame cake appeared, it represented that a heavyweight supporting role would die in an assassination.

Therefore, she didn't know what Wuying felt in her heart when she later ate sesame cake in the plot. She couldn't be happy anyway.

Lan Shuying is confident that even if she grows up with her eyes closed, she is afraid that in the end, she is the only father in the world that she can't beat. She doesn't need to use Wuying. .

In addition, she hoped that he would stop being a weapon, but be an upright person.

It was natural for her to get along with him, after all, she wanted nothing from him.Like friends, sometimes they are taken care of as sisters.

Wuying has no home. She has a home and can't go back. After walking with her for a long time, the taste of family is naturally stronger.

When Shanyou went to get some snacks, Lan Shuying asked Shanzuo to pick a person to compete with the person who came, but he didn't expect that person to be unhappy immediately: "Little boy! Don't look down on me! I want to challenge you with the highest martial arts here. people!"

The person who came to the door today was Lieutenant General Ling's confidant and favorite general, Huang Zhong, who was famous for his beautiful nine-pointed arrows, and his melee skills were also very good.

People in the Western countries generally advocate martial arts. I heard that she has a lot of masters here. These days, people come to learn from each other.

Although Huang Zhong was not on the side of Vice General Ling, his eyes were clear and straight, and he should belong to the first category, who came for martial arts.

Lan Shuying chewed the fragrant sesame cake, and said vaguely: "Uncle, the highest martial artist is not free now, you should move your muscles and bones first, and then fight later."

Huang Zhong had long heard that there was a rare master next to this young man with a mysterious background. It must be the young man sitting opposite him. His temperament is indeed unique-Wuying concentrates on eating cakes and completely ignores him.

From his point of view, tsk, it looks like a master.

He thought: Such a master, if I recklessly anger him today, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to learn from each other in the future, then listen to their arrangements and fight all the way!

Shan Zuo ordered a tall and thin man to fight him.

The two fought for a while, but the tall and thin man lost. He came back ashamed to plead guilty. Lan Shuying waved his hand indifferently and asked Shanyou to choose one.

After much deliberation, Shanyou finally chose a young man with a mediocre appearance.Lan Shuying glanced at it and recognized that this was one of the few people at the top of the third layer of the magic phase art.

This kind and righteous person really doesn't save face for others.

Huang Zhong won a game, holding his spear high and laughing loudly. The people he brought were applauding loudly. On the other hand, Lan Shuying's side, although he lost, except for the tall and thin man who was downcast, everyone else's reaction was very dull.

Shan Zuo looked blank (full of remorse): Blame me, I knew I wouldn't listen to the young master, so I really couldn't choose the worst.

Shanyou also looked blank (very puzzled): These people are so useless, is it worth celebrating if they beat the worst one?

Worst: I was wrong!

The young man who was good at the right selection used two long forks. The first fork hit Huang Zhong's shoulder, which sent his spear flying, and the second fork hit his chest. Huang Zhong spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out. Three prongs...

The third fork was not photographed, not because he was soft-hearted, but because a loud trumpet sounded suddenly outside the barracks.

"Enemy attack! Be on guard!"

"Ling Tianjun soldiers obey the order and go out to fight!"

At this time, the gap is reflected. Those who eat and wait to die on weekdays are confused, and they are probably hesitating whether to go back to get weapons or run away, while the soldiers who originally belonged to Ling Tianjun have quickly switched their status and rushed to the front camp to meet them.

When Deputy General Ling came over, there was still half a plate of sesame cake on the low table.

He is anxious, what time is it, these brothers still have the heart to eat? "Young Master Jiang, don't eat it, take the young master to a safe place to hide!"

While he was speaking, his eyes were always lingering on the people next to him.

Lan Shuying knew that [-] percent of the time he came here because he wanted to borrow someone from himself, so he generously asked Shan Zuo and Shan Right to lead half of them to meet the enemy.

Vice-General Ling saw her following with a piece of sesame cake with a missing mouth, and was so anxious that he almost vomited blood, for fear that this ancestor would be accidentally injured: "Little Master, there is danger ahead, you can't go!"

Good Left, Good Right: "Young Master..."

Everyone is nervous - the son said that if they perform well in the army, they will provide individual explanations, and the opportunity is limited!Young master, stop, don't do it, let us come!
Lan Shuying pouted in disappointment: "I'm not going, don't come back to see me if you can't get military merit."

During her stay in the camp for a while, she at least figured out the meaning of the different trumpets. Today, it's just a small group of enemies. Let this gang of red-eyed animals go out. By the time she's gone, I'm afraid they'll be dead.

Then she might as well stay and grab another credit.

She smiled and said to Lieutenant General Ling: "There is a cellar under my house. It is very secret. I will go back and hide. Lieutenant General Ling can take command!"

Coaxing away the dubious Lieutenant General Ling, she briefly said a few words to Wuying, and the two ran to the secret granary in the east and west respectively!

A small group of cavalry came, and the possibility of harassment was even greater. They took away the attention of the front battalion, so she guessed that the enemy might have arranged tricks to sneak in and make trouble.

Grain and grass are the most essential things for a marching war, and at the moment when the horn sounded, she suddenly remembered something: in the morning, she saw several people with dodging eyes passing by with buckets.

What if the barrel...isn't water?
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