[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

"Cui Jia will ask His Royal Highness King Qin."

King Qin's eyebrows with sword spirit softened.

"Cui Jia is in the capital, bearing the name of Prince Qin's residence. Even if this king returns to the northwest in the future, no one will dare to touch him."

Zhao Yan's heart skipped a beat, "When will His Royal Highness King Qin return to the northwest?"

Chu Qin knew who Zhao Yan was thinking about just by looking at his expression, "After the spring hunt."

There is still half a month left before the spring hunt.

Zhao Ming is in Ning Ke's hussars battalion.

Ning Ke was a general of the King of Qin, and the hussar battalion was stationed in the suburbs of Beijing.

After the spring hunting, Zhao Ming will follow to the northwest.

Chu Qin said, "Don't want to go to the barracks to see him?"

Zhao Yan shook her head, her expression was rather cold, "My younger brother is reckless by nature and is hated by others. Your Highness should practice more in the future."

Chu Qin glanced at Zhao Yan, and saw that his face was calm, and the sleeves tucked in his fingers were crumpled up, a little funny, "Who taught Mr. Zhao to be so duplicity?"

"His Royal Highness King Qin!"

Zhao Yan was a little annoyed, but she was trapped in the arms of King Qin, "Lord Zhao is such a powerful official."

The young and handsome Northwest General blew his whistle, and a maroon horse came galloping from a distance.

He hugged Zhao Yan horizontally and walked out of the yard.

The person in his arms scattered because of the struggle, his eyes were on fire, and his clothes were slightly messed up.

King Qin's breathing was heavy, his strength was too strong, and he was famous on the battlefield with one enemy and one hundred men, Zhao Yan couldn't move him.

King Qin took the reins and threw Zhao Yan on the horse.

Looking at his black hair scattered on the horse's back, he joked, "Master Zhao is used to sitting in a sedan chair, so I wonder if he can get used to riding a horse?"

As soon as King Qin jumped onto the horse, Zhao Yan was tightly held in his arms.

The golden scimitar on his waist touched Zhao Yan's waist, as firm as a rock.

Zhao Yan's face was snow-white, she gritted her teeth and wanted to threaten, but the general in the northwest had already reined in, and the steed galloped away.

In the sound of the wind, King Qin whispered, "Hold on tight, my lord. If you fall and lose an arm or leg, I will not be responsible."

He relaxed on purpose, and the person in his arms got annoyed, how close was he to him.

The breath is tangled, and the wind is loud.

In the shade of flowers in the corner of the wall, the ground was crushed by horseshoes.

Outside Ning Ke's hussars camp, the horseshoes stopped.

Zhao Yan coughed a few times, he was not in good health, he was frightened and cold, when he came down he had no strength left.

It was Chu Qin who held him down, and he gasped for a long time before he recovered.

"My lord, you need to take good care of your body."

Zhao Yan's eyes fell on the maroon horse, and she thought of Zhao Changning, who was a young and flirtatious young man who stepped on a silver saddle and rode a white horse when he became an official.

Now the hands are tired and weak.

Can hold the power to cook oil in the fire, but can't hold the reins of a fine horse.

King Qin picked a stone at random and sat down. He was wearing a bunt military uniform.

Not far away is his military camp. Looking up, there are migrating geese in the sky, and clumps of reeds are swaying slowly, like a long river at sunset in the extreme northwest.

"Master Zhao, why don't you go in and have a look?"

A distance of two or three feet.

Zhao Yan stood solemnly outside the camp, the wind in spring disturbed her hair, sand got into her eyes, she didn't know whether it was astringent or bitter.

Not far away, a group of black-armored cavalry was training. Zhao Yan stared blankly at one of the black-armored boys, who was quite tanned, tall and tall, and could already carry a weapon heavier than two people.

Zhao Changning will never have the spirited look between his brows in his life.

Zhao Yan turned her back, and after a long time, said with some difficulty, "Take care of him."

It seems that there are many things to tell, but in the end, only these four words are spoken.

"Since the king has promised, he will definitely do it."

King Qin stood behind him, turned his body sideways, and blocked the incoming wind for him.

King Qin had never seen such a person in his life.

She has a gorgeous appearance, but her eyes are desolate.

Flowers are blooming, the bustling capital is everywhere, and the living people are dying day by day under the invisible sword light.

The young man in black armor seemed to sense something, and looked outside the camp, but saw nothing.

All I saw was a patch of reeds and the mottled shadows of vegetation in the afterglow.

The author says:

Little Emperor: Did the author's stepmother forget me?

Liu Yanqing: Is it because I am at the bottom?

Qin Wang: You are a ball

Eizo: want to eat meat

Not featured: scratching the wall

Author: Come, come, line up and make an appointment...

Zhao Meiren: (kicks away one by one)