The queen is a bit cowardly

Chang Lan's mother, the queen of Daxin, went early, and that queen was also born in a very prominent family—the Yin family. This family has been guarding the southern territory of Daxin since ancient times. , the Yin family also appeared to be weak, but still no one questioned their loyalty, and they all regarded them as models for the people, so the three sons of Chang Huan also regarded themselves as models since they were young.

A Li has followed Chang Lan since he was a child, not to mention flying a kite, and he has never seen Chang Lan running wildly. Before Chang Lan could answer, A Li said, "Your Highness, the princess has a phoenix body..."

Jiang Qingluan is a smart person, and A Li used to not talk much and knew the rules very well. Now that he is stopping himself, it is really embarrassing for Chang Lan.

"It doesn't matter," Jiang Qingluan said: "Then orphaned, the princess will see, is it possible?"

Chang Lan has never really flown a kite. In the past, slaves flew the kite into the sky and handed the handwheel to her. Returning the kite to the slave, what Gong Qing cares about is only whose kite is the most beautiful and whose kite flies the highest. As for who flies the kite into the sky, this is not important at all.

"It's okay, Your Highness." Chang Lan said, "I am willing to give it a try."

"Let me fly it first." Jiang Qingluan said, if Chang Lan had never flown a kite before, she might not be able to fly into the sky after this attempt. She might as well take the kite a foot or two away from the ground first, and then let Chang Lan take over. In this way, you can enjoy the fun of the kite, and secondly, you will not be unable to fly it.

"Please, King Fu."

Chang Lan ordered the people around to retreat to leave an open space for Jiang Qingluan.Jiang Qingluan looked at the sky, there were birds flying by in the blue sky, there were eagles circling, and the wind was chasing the white clouds, she seemed to be able to hear the birds chirping, Jiang Qingluan closed her eyes again, recently she had seen the prosperous Tianping Market, I have seen the high majesty of the temple, but it seems that I have seen freedom for the first time.

Jiang Qingluan opened her eyes again, shook the kite string, and ran towards Chang Lan with her steps. People who have ridden horses naturally know how to run, and the garden of the Princess Mansion is enough for her to wantonly. The kite flew into the air immediately, and she also accelerated the speed, trying to fly the kite as high as possible. At this time, the wind is always waiting at a high place, and it will drive the kite continuously upwards.

Chang Lan watched Jiang Qingluan run past her. This beautiful woman in pretty clothes casually smiled at herself, just like the sun in early summer, slightly scorching hot, but it makes people happy. There will be kites flying by her side There were quite a few slaves, and she had seen their joy when flying a kite successfully, but none of them smiled as sincerely as Jiang Qingluan, so she couldn't help but follow.

"Your Highness, I am willing to give it a try." Chang Lan said.

Jiang Qingluan stopped and kept pulling the kite line with her hands so that it could ride the wind. She smiled and said to Chang Lan, "Come on, give it to the princess."

Chang Lan happily took the kite. She tried to pull the string like Jiang Qingluan, but the kite fell straight down.

"Your Highness!" Chang Lan didn't know why, but felt a little regretful that the kite that Jiang Qingluan had finally set in mid-air fell like this.

Jiang Qingluan stepped forward to hold Chang Lan's hand that was carrying the string, and with the other hand, he grabbed the kite string and pulled it back forcefully, as if returning to life, the kite flew up again.

"Princess, you have to feel the power of the wind when you pull the string." Jiang Qingluan took Chang Lan's hand and pulled behind her, and Chang Lan seemed to fall into her arms.

But Chang Lan's gaze was also on the kite, she pulled the string following Jiang Qingluan's rhythm, and sure enough, the kite flew higher and higher with the force of the wind.

"It's flying! It's flying, Your Highness!" Chang Lan was flying a kite for the first time, but she didn't expect it to be so interesting. She, who has always been upright, lost her childish mentality.

"Come on, run."

Chang Lan looked around, and the servants were staring at her. She couldn't run, but she had never run in front of so many people.

Jiang Qingluan saw Chang Lan's concerns, but since flying a kite didn't take into account so much, she helped Chang Lan lift up the hem of the skirt, handed a corner of the skirt to Chang Lan, smiled at Chang Lan, and pulled up her skirt. The hand ran up.

Jiang Qingluan's hands are as gentle as hers, except for her own mother, Chang Lan, who has never held hands like this before.

"Look, it's flying up." Jiang Qingluan stopped suddenly, she let go of Chang Lan's hand, pointed to the white eagle kite and said, "Princess, you put it up yourself, how do you feel?"

Chang Lan was dumbfounded by the question. She just thought about Jiang Qingluan pulling her hand, and she didn't notice that the kite had gone up to the sky.After she regained her composure, she went to look at the kite. The white eagle was painted soaring in the sky as if it were real, and the birds that flew by gave way for it.

"Excellent." Chang Lan raised the corners of her mouth, but then lowered her gaze to Jiang Qingluan, who was also staring at the kite, with the kind of joy on her face that she rarely saw.

"I heard that in Fuxi, this white eagle is an auspicious bird." Chang Lan remembered the story she heard from Huo Xian.

Jiang Qingluan nodded vigorously: "Yes! The white eagle symbolizes a free soul, and it will bring the soul of a dead soldier back to his homeland."

"Such a bird should soar in the sky, shouldn't it?" Chang Lan asked.

"Yes." Jiang Qingluan didn't know why she thought, but thought of herself.

Chang Lan pulled out the decorative knife from Jiang Qingluan's waist. It was not a sharp treasure, but it was easy to cut the rope. When she raised the knife and dropped it, the kite string broke.

"Look, it's flying." Chang Lan pointed to the kite that was falling in the distance. It lost its balance and should have landed, but it kept flying because of the strong wind in the sky.

Jiang Qingluan went through succession, Xizheng, being deprived and her mind was honed, and she no longer had innocence in her heart, but Chang Lan reminded her of her former self. She laughed loudly, put her hand on Chang Lan's shoulder, and said : "Princess, wonderful person."

Chang Lan leaned on Jiang Qingluan's shoulder and looked at the kite going away. She only wished that she could set Jiang Qingluan up like this, and finally give her freedom like this.

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In June Zhongtian Pingcheng Baihu Avenue

Balak was dressed in light leather and soft armor, with two knives hanging from his waist, one was his own scimitar, pinned directly behind his back, and the other was the saber of the Xiao cavalry army, which was straighter than his own saber. Some people in the Central Plains have always had the habit of carrying swords and swords, but it is really rare to carry two at a time like this.

He had a piece of straw that was common in stables dangling from his mouth, with an expression of disbelief.

"I'm talking about the monarch, how can I say that I used to be Ye Hu of the Hezhe Department, and now I follow you to be a centurion, how can I put my old face on it when I pass it back."

Jiang Qingluan stretched her waist with a smile on her face.

"In the past few years, your craftsmanship has been good. Don't these straw sandals sell well?" Jiang Qingluan said. When the two of them were at their worst, they stole unwanted straw and wove it to sell shoes. When they had more money, they made umbrellas. , people always have to live.

"Close the door, you know, I know, now..." Balak watched the people coming and going on the street, and many people were also looking at him, and he didn't know if they felt that this brought People with two swords are rare, but Jiang Qingluan is still handsome.

"It's okay." Jiang Qingluan pulled the reins to make the horse go slower: "When you were captured by my father, you also shoveled horse manure in the stable for a month."

Speaking of this past event, Balak didn't feel very sorry, and said: "That was the hero of the former king, who defeated the five thousand soldiers I led with the strength of a thousand people. The defeat is also convincing. Now we are serving as Daxin, you Tell me, how can he be so lucky..."

"Presumptuous." Jiang Qingluan said, but he just reminded that he didn't mean to blame: "I was always left here when I was in the most distress. The eldest princess always called me 'His Royal Highness'. I don't mind that I have been deposed. Now I just try my best." It’s nothing to be ashamed of helping the princess with a meager effort.”

It's not that Bale doesn't understand, it's just that grassland people like strong men, not those officials in Tianping City who can't even catch chickens.

"You can do whatever the monarch says." Baler looked at the approaching Xiaoqi army barracks, and he shook his head again: "Have we stayed here for half a month?"

Jiang Qingluan nodded. It has been exactly half a month since she came to report on the first day of June. She originally said that she would take a bath every seven days, but she is a newcomer in the camp and she has no days off for the first month.

"I just order the horses every day, do the accounting, and watch the pawns shovel the horse manure. What's the point of going every day?" Bale said, "That guy Ji Shuda hasn't come for two days, and he arrived at noon one day." , and the centurion who was in charge of the school lieutenant in charge of the camp gate, who threw the matter to him, doesn’t appear often himself.”

Indeed, as Balak said, in the entire Xiaocai army, except for the eldest son Gongsun Ji and two of his confidant lieutenants, the rest of the people just came to mix up their positions so that they could be promoted in the future.

When they arrived at the gate of the camp, Jiang Qingluan and Baler dismounted and handed over their military badges. Although they had been here for half a month, Jiang Qingluan was still doing business as usual. He did not get on his horse until the sentries at the gate of the camp had inspected them before getting on their horses. Said in a low voice: "I don't know who to watch these things for. Her master doesn't have time to watch them. I guess she should do them for our colleagues! Women! There are too many dramas!"

"His grandma's!"

Baler was about to turn the horse's head as he spoke, but was held down by Jiang Qingluan: "No matter, the barracks."

"The dog breeder in Chang Ting just doesn't think you're a woman. When he gets to Fuxi, he probably won't even be a milkmaid!" Baler cursed: "My lord, this is a military camp. If one day I meet you outside I'm going to kill you this day, so don't stop me."

"Okay." Jiang Qingluan rode towards the stable. One of her subordinate soldiers saw her and rushed over to lead the horse. For those low-level jobs, they are all officials and masters.

"Thank you." Jiang Qingluan handed over the horse rope, and led Ba Le to her place of work. She was right next to the stables, and the smell of horse manure was so strong that others didn't want to come, but it was better after entering the house. Some.However, Jiang Qingluan was not so disgusted with these smells after going to war, and it was not bad to clean it every day.

"Your Majesty, when are we going to do this?" Baler is really not used to this kind of life. Since he is a soldier, he has to carry a knife. Now he leads people to wash horses, remove manure, and feed fodder every day. happy.

Jiang Qingluan sat in front of the desk, she flipped through the desk and looked at the things to be done today, and said calmly: "Be safe and don't be impatient, Da Xin probably won't be at peace for long."

The author has something to say: Your Highness: The princess is on my shoulders

Princess: Are you moved?

Your Highness: dare not move