[Crossing Books] The author is trying to clean up every day

Fu Qu noticed that there was something wrong with Yan An's eyes looking at him, and instantly understood the meaning of his eyes, he must have seen the little red mark on his neck.

He hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover his neck, and explained: "Don't get me wrong, it was injured by accidentally knocking on the door yesterday."

Yan An felt that it was necessary for him to tell Fu Qu: To explain is to cover up.

What's more, he didn't say anything, and the other party knew what he meant.

"Okay, okay! You'd better change the door, it's like rolling a nailboard when you knock."

Yan An took pride in not trying to expose him, but Fu Qu's reaction became even more agitated, and he threw a porcelain bottle at him and then disappeared.

Yan An shook her head and laughed when she saw the hurried people coming and going, thinking that Fu Qu was simply a tsundere.

When Zijin came over with the tray, Fu Qu had already flown away, leaving Yan'an sitting alone on the stone bench and giggling.

"Why are you laughing, so happy?" Zijin put down the teapot and asked.

Yan An shook her head and got up to have breakfast.

Half an hour later, he started practicing moves in the courtyard again, rested when he was tired, and continued to practice after resting.

After noon, Yan An took a nap, got up and continued practicing.

Zijin was overwhelmed by his perseverance, and his family's eldest son had such a serious side, which made him a little more admired for him in his heart.

As long as the son needs it, he will definitely pass on everything he knows to him!

Yan An practiced desperately, just to improve her martial arts in a short period of time.

After two days, Yan An persisted. He was tired, but his hard work finally paid off.

In just two days, he has already perfected the set of moves that Zijin taught him. If he is up against someone with average force, he can easily deal with it.

At sunset, Yan An went back to her room to wash and change into clean clothes.

He was going to leave tomorrow, and Prince Xi specially asked him to have dinner in the hall.

Yan Jia knew that Yan An had worked hard for the past two days, and when she saw Yan An coming, she immediately booed and greeted her warmly.

Yan An smiled and replied that his father is fine, so he needn't worry!

After dinner, Yan An followed Prince Xi to the study.

Yan Jia asked him to sit on the grand teacher's chair, and when he sat on the chair, Yan Jia took out an official leather case from the bookshelf. The official leather case looked old and covered with dust.

Yan Jia blew off the dust on it, opened the box, took out a copy of "Hundred Battles and Hundred Victories in Art of War", solemnly handed it to Yan An, and asked him to read the book seriously.

Then he told Yan An about the terrain of Hudi and his previous experience in fighting.

Yan An held the book of war tightly in his hand, and kept the prince's instructions firmly in his heart.

Yan Jia sighed, the emperor didn't send him this time, but he sent his son who couldn't take care of himself, I don't know what the plan is.

Forget it, his long stay should allow him to grow, and if something goes wrong then, he will ask the emperor to join the battle.

After sighing secretly, he took out a bow and arrow with exquisite and unique design from the dense grid on the wall, and put it in Yan An's hand.

He patted his shoulder and said, "Keep this soul-eating bow close to your body. It can save your life in a critical moment. This bow is a treasure passed down to me by the late emperor. It can break people's souls. Don't forget it when your life is at stake." Do not use it indiscriminately."

Yan An touched the bow and arrow with the cold light, and felt that it was a bit unreal. This really opened his eyes. There are such fairy weapons in this world.

But this thing can't be used indiscriminately, it's too detrimental to the soul-breaking thing.Yan An carefully put away the bow and arrow, for fear that it would be lost accidentally.

After watching him put the bow and arrow away properly, Yan Jia finally smiled in relief.

Lovingly stroking Yan An's hair, he suddenly realized that his child had become a real man.

He put down his stretched hand and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, Dad won't waste your time. Go back and rest early, so that you can have a good energy tomorrow, and encourage my family to fight Morale."

Yan An responded and went back to the room and lay down on the couch. He thought he would toss and turn and couldn't fall asleep, but he never thought that he would fall asleep soon after falling down.

At Maoshi the next day, Yan An was awakened by the quilt, and he sleepily put on the golden silk armor that Su Xu gave him, and then the quilt waited for him to wash and change clothes.

After breakfast, the morning light on the horizon is still sparsely accompanied by dew.

It's time to start, looking at the parrot on the shelf with some reluctance!

It's a pity that he couldn't take it away, and after playing with it for a while, Yan An stopped.

Zijin urged him with a salute, and Yan An followed him out of the palace wearing a battle robe and a helmet in his hand.

He once went to Mongolia to ride a horse in modern times, and Yan An in the text is a master of horseback riding, so he has no pressure to ride a horse.

After Yan An got on the horse first, a row of guards with high martial arts skills rushed to the school grounds like a rainbow.

Arriving outside the gate of the school grounds, Yan An heard a neat and loud shout from inside: "Swear to the death to follow the Yan family army, the Yan family army will surely win..."

"Appeal."

It was the first time Chi Xianhuai saw Yan An dressed like this, it made his eyes shine.

Yan An calmly jumped off the horse, walked onto the high platform and stood side by side with Prince Xi.

The soldiers below shouted loudly: "General Dingyuan, General Dingyuan..."

When Yan An saw this group of soldiers with high ambitions, his ambition was aroused.

He must win this battle, definitely!

He also stretched out his hand to cheer and shouted: "The Yan family army will win!"

After shouting, he signaled Zijin to pour the wine, took the bowl and said loudly: "The yellow sand wears golden armor in all battles, and the barbarians will not be returned until they are destroyed! Soldiers, I toast you, it's done!"

Yan Jia stood beside him and nodded in satisfaction. He touched the wine bowl with Yan An. He drank it first and smashed the bowl with a bang.

Yan An then drank it down in one gulp, smashing the bowl to pieces.

"Regard General Dingyuan!"

The soldiers in black armor under the banner drank heroically in one gulp, threw the bowl away, and made a crisp and loud cracking sound.

Chi Xianhuai wiped the wine stains from the corners of his lips with his sleeve, and shouted loudly: "Let's go!"

The banner was held by Chi Xianhuai, the leader. The wind of late spring blew, and the flag made a "rustling" sound, and the huge and magnificent army set off from the barracks.

After Yan An drank the wine suddenly, his neck was covered with a pink halo, but now his blood was surging with a power called hot blood.

Watching his son-in-law and the soldiers drift away, Yanjia's eyes gradually turned red. The man did not shed tears easily but he did not reach the depth of love. He silently said in his heart: Long stay, remember to take good care of yourself...