sir he is sweet

The climate in the southern region is humid and hot, with a large temperature difference between day and night, and it is obviously hot at noon, but once the sun sets, the frost will cover it.

For those who come from Kyoto, it is really not used to it.

Murong Sheng came to the camp for three consecutive days, always trained with the soldiers, and occasionally competed with them, riding horses and archery, bowing and bare-chested, no one was defeated.

Everyone gradually looked at him differently.

Now in charge of the army is an old general with illustrious military exploits and a reputation in the southern region. He used to be Qinghe's father's retainer. Later, because of Qinghe's father's discerning eyes, he was referred to the military camp. Only then did he have the capital to make contributions.

For Qinghe's father, it can be said that he protected him with death, and he was heartbroken.

Murong Sheng bears the brunt of it all, and wants to subdue him.

"General Zhao, we meet again—"

Murong Sheng was lazily holding the sword, leaning against the martial arts training ground, and greeted the veteran with a smile, and raised the sword in his hand, "I have long heard that the sharp edge and the sharp iron are like mud, it is a precious sword, but now I understand it some."

Old General Zhao frowned, and immediately swept around sharply, "Who gave the Seventh Prince the lead?"

Everyone scattered like birds and beasts, and disappeared in a flash.

Murong Sheng was good-looking and good-natured, he didn't have any airs of a prince, and he got along with the soldiers after a while, laughing and joking, very attractive.

In the military barracks at the border, the lives of the soldiers are boring, and their temperaments are purer, no more intriguing than in the capital, so relying on Murong Sheng's wrist, it is easy to win people's hearts.

But Old General Zhao is hard to say——

Murong Sheng scratched his head, handed over the sword in his hand, and made a long bow: "I offended."

His posture is very good, his etiquette is also thoughtful, and he is respectful and restrained, but it makes it difficult for General Zhao to say anything.

"This sword was used by the old master when he was still alive. Later, he gave it to Princess Qinghe. The princess didn't carry it with her before she went to the capital. Instead, she kept it for the next master of the southern border."

Old General Zhao sideways avoided Murong Sheng's gift, and did not accept it, nor did he accept the sword, "Since the Seventh Prince came here to carry out the imperial decree, then... let's take care of this sword for the time being, waiting for the new owner!"

Hearing this, Murong Sheng raised his head with delighted eyes.

Huh?This is really... a complete progress.

Murong Sheng giggled and didn't refuse, so he put away his sword and followed Old General Zhao to participate in the discussion.

"I heard that Gu Xiang has repeatedly attacked recently. Although it is not a big battle, it is enough to cause headaches." Murong Sheng walked away, chatting with General Zhao without incident: "Well... if you send troops again, can the old general take the lead?" I go together?"

As soon as these words came out, Old General Zhao almost stepped on the threshold.

What... what's the situation?How come these royal nobles are more vain than each other, and they still go to the battlefield?In case something goes wrong, wouldn't the imperial decree from the capital want to punish the southern border?

"It's better for the Seventh Prince to sit in the back of the town."

Old General Zhao stroked his beard, and twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile.

He didn't dare to take people to the front line, after all, if something went wrong, his whole family wouldn't have enough heads to cut off.

Murong Sheng was stunned for a moment, seeing old General Zhao lift his foot to leave, he stayed for a moment, put an arm on his shoulder, turned around and saw Zhao Jian approaching with a smile, the two brothers patted him, "Don't be upset, My father is afraid that you might make a mistake, he is the most ruthless person, otherwise he would not have given you Feng."

Feng and——

Murong Sheng touched his waist, he thought it was indeed a good weapon.

It's a soft sword, but it's pinned to your waist. It's not like a serious use on the battlefield, but... like a symbol of status.

"Then you take me there?"

Murong Sheng tilted his head and looked back with a smile.

Zhao Jian trembled subconsciously when he heard the words, and quickly shook his head, "Here..."

"My dad called me, I'll go first!"

Another kid with oil on his feet.

Murong Sheng squatted in the yard, pulling the dog's tail grass with a frustrated face, and the bubbles of resentment in his heart bubbled out.

Each of these people spoke better than the other, but what happened?It's not that one runs faster than the other, feels that he is a prince, and dare not take risks easily, for fear of punishment from the superiors.

But why is he so weak that he still needs the protection of others?

While he was depressed, suddenly, a pair of exquisite white boots jumped into his sight.

He looked up in a daze, and when he saw the person reaching out his hand with a smile on his face, he said in a gentle voice, "Do you want to follow?"

Murong Sheng held that hand without hesitation, stood up with strength, and complained aggrievedly, "Of course I want to! But they don't want to take me!"

It must be because he is afraid that he will hold back!

But he is so good at martial arts, he only deserves meritorious service, so how can he hold him back?

Qi Zhao coughed a few times, gathered the cloak around his body, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and his appearance was very handsome.

"Your status is precious, so of course they dare not take you lightly. Swords have no eyes on the battlefield, and you have no actual combat experience. If there is any mistake, they will not be able to bear it."

The man expressed his interests to Murong Sheng very patiently, his eyes fell on this kid, his eyes were soft.

Murong Sheng curled his lips, didn't say anything, kicked and stomped the dog's tail grass on the ground, obviously still depressed.

"Your Highness."

Qi Zhao patted him on the shoulder, still smiling, "You really want to go?"

Murong Sheng drooped his head and let out a "hmm".

A good man fights on the battlefield and wins glory for the country. Which man does not have the dream of being a general?Murong Sheng is no exception, since he was a child - he also thought that one day he would be able to make great achievements, so he felt proud.

Even if he didn't have this day, it would be good for him to see a lot of things.

Qi Zhao lowered his head, sighed very lightly, rubbed the guy's forehead, and said with a rare connivance in his tone, "Okay, wait for me here, I'll go and talk to them."

Hearing this, Murong Sheng suddenly raised his head, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hey? Is it really possible?"

The man gave him a gentle smile, then turned around and walked towards the hall.

At that moment, Murong Sheng felt that the sky suddenly lit up, and his eyes were filled with warm colors.

Mr. is so gentle——

He seems to have rarely seen Mr. laugh like this, as if... very conniving.

In this world, who wouldn't like to be pampered?

Murong Sheng obediently stood there in a daze, dazed, then pulled a handful of dog's tail grass in his hand and started to weave things.

Hmm...straw hat?wreath?

No, it should be called the grass ring.

When the grass ring was finished, Qi Zhao also came back.

He smiled warmly at Murong Sheng, his expression soft, "When you send troops again, you and Old General Zhao."

Murong Sheng widened his eyes, extremely surprised.

"You... how did you do it?"

Everyone clearly didn't want to take him with them.

The man hooked his lips, but smiled silently.