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Prince Jing stretched out his hand, ready to touch his nephew's head and say a few words of encouragement, but when he met Emperor Cheng'an's gaze, he silently withdrew his hand, took off the jade pendant from his waist and handed it to Jiuli.

"Lin'an, come to Prince Jing's mansion to visit your uncle when you have time." Slip away, he can't afford to offend his royal brother, and nothing else matters.

The back figure looked like someone fleeing in panic. Jiuli turned and glanced at Emperor Cheng'an. Look how scared the child was.

"Prince Jing has never been interested in government affairs, neglected exercise, is greedy and good at having fun. You haven't seen much of him," Emperor Cheng'an thought to himself. If not for this, Prince Jing would have gone to accompany the late emperor long ago.

"Oh? So that's it," Jiuli thought. No wonder she couldn't even recognize her father, son and daughter. It seemed like she didn't see them last time.

"Hmm?" The ending voice was slightly raised. "Here we are. Which one should we choose?"

I stopped and saw a very wide field in front of me. On the right side were all kinds of weapons, including swords, spears, knives and halberds. The ground was covered with thick sand, so it wouldn't be particularly painful if I fell on it.

"Father, please don't be like those guards and give in to me. It's so boring." He glanced at the guards accompanying him.

"Of course not," Emperor Cheng'an glanced and smiled.

The guards Meng An and Li Zhiyu looked at each other in bewilderment. Was that giving in to the princess? Young General Murong had been beaten like a dog, so they could just sit there and wait for His Majesty to be beaten.

He was feeling very emotional, but he kept a straight face and pretended he didn't hear anything. Do you have the guts to try?

"Let's take this one. Which one does Dad choose?" Jiuli kicked up a silver spear with her toes, held it in her hand and gestured twice casually.

"Don't cry if Lin'an loses." Emperor Cheng'an picked one casually, also a long spear decorated with a red tassel.

Su Qin looked back and winked at everyone, then quietly retreated. It was not suitable for them to watch from now on. Whether His Majesty was defeated by the Princess, or the Princess was taught a lesson by His Majesty, how could they be spectators? That was courting death.

He stood outside the door quietly holding his weapon, and if you looked closely, you could see that everyone's ears were erect.

Su Qin leaned forward slightly and half-closed the door. She could vaguely see two figures passing each other inside. They were wearing the same dark-colored tight-sleeved clothes and had bright peach blossom eyes.

"Lin'an, your strength is too weak, are you tickling daddy?" A girl is only good at fancy moves, how can she go to the battlefield with him?

Yes, Lin'an is delicate and weak, unlike the two princesses who have been strong and sturdy since childhood. But it doesn't matter. With him as a father, there is no need for Lin'an to fight. He just needs to listen to the opinions of the generals and control the situation.

"Hmph, this is just an appetizer. I'm afraid father can't handle it." Jiuli smiled mischievously. Did he really think she was delicate and weak?

"I have followed my ancestors in battles since I was young, how could I not bear it?" Emperor Cheng'an curled his lips, "A lion will go all out to fight a rabbit, and no one should underestimate him."

"Dad, you said it, take it."

His figure flashed and dodged the red tasseled spear in Emperor Cheng'an's hand. The spear stabbed diagonally towards Emperor Cheng'an's forehead, bringing up a gust of wind. When he raised his eyes, there was a smile and coldness in them.

Emperor Cheng'an dodged the attack easily by turning his head away, with a flash of interest in his eyes. He was indeed his child, with good abilities.

His moves were immature but had their own style. With a little training he would be a good candidate. If it weren't for his rich experience in many battles, Emperor Cheng'an felt that he might not be able to win.

An hour later, Emperor Cheng'an stood with a gun in his hand. Jiuli squatted on the ground with numb hands. There was no way her stepfather was truly loved by heaven and earth. His strength to lift a tripod was not just talk. She really couldn't beat him.

How could a princess who had never seen blood and war defeat a battle-hardened emperor? That was already pretty good!

"Good, it seems you haven't been lazy." Emperor Cheng'an smiled, gentle and kind, with restrained majesty, and stretched out his hand to Jiuli.

"Father," he raised his hand and placed it on Emperor Cheng'an's hand, and suddenly made a move, "You said that deception is not unfair in war."

"Oh, the old ones are always the wisest, I just said that." He easily suppressed Jiuli, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

"Don't you know how to give way to me?" He stood up and brushed off the dust, "You are my biological father." Those who don't know would think he is my stepfather.

"I can let you do it now, but no one will let you on the battlefield. It's not that easy to be a female general." Emperor Cheng'an glanced at Jiuli, "How dare you say that? Aren't these two footprints on my body left by you?" There were quite a few footprints left.

"Alright," he lowered his head guiltily, it was really her who kicked him.

Walking out of the hall together, Su Qin, Meng An, Li Zhiyu and a group of imperial guards lowered their heads, and then looked at each other, wondering if they had seen it wrong. Why was His Majesty's clothes so dusty?

"I'll take you hunting." Emperor Cheng'an glanced at the sky. His kung fu had been tested, but his archery and horse riding had not yet been tested. "We'll eat whatever we catch. It's up to you whether you want to eat meat or grass."

Jiuli's face collapsed for a moment, and she almost lost her composure. Isn't it? Is this how you trained the princes and princesses before? The survival of the fittest and the law of the jungle are really played out clearly.

"Lin'an, are you saying bad things about your father again?" Emperor Cheng'an on his horse turned his head and looked at Jiuli who was following him, and narrowed his eyes.

"No." He seemed to be filled with resentment.

"You are naturally different from those princesses. They only wait until they reach the age of 15 to be promised wealth and glory to their ideal husbands. You have chosen a very difficult path," Emperor Cheng'an shook his head, trying to suppress other thoughts.

The eldest princess who assisted Jingxing was different from the princess who enjoyed wealth and glory through marriage, so Emperor Cheng'an did not explain too much.

"Father," Jiuli pulled the reins, and the horse under her crotch jumped up and followed, "Do you want the second princess to marry the third place winner?"

"Don't talk, Lin'an, you scared the rabbit away." He turned his head, made a gesture to shut up, and drew his bow and drew his arrow.

The arrow shot into the depths of the dense forest and sank into the ground, shaking. The guards behind him quickly rode their horses forward and picked up a white animal, which was slightly larger than a rabbit, but not a fox.

Roe deer? White? Emperor Cheng'an waved his hand. It's just a food. Why are there so many explanations?

Jiuli bent his bow and drew his arrow, shooting at will, and then rode his horse behind Emperor Cheng'an. As for missing the target? That's impossible!

"Ning Su's personality is not suitable for being a wife of a noble family," Emperor Cheng'an said leisurely. He still has some fatherly love for the second princess, but not much. "Does Lin'an have any other ideas?"

"No, I just heard it once, and it seems that the second princess is unwilling." After a slight hesitation, he replied quickly.

"Her wishes are not important," Emperor Cheng'an obviously didn't care. After all, why should he care about his daughter who had been abandoned long ago?

"Father is right. There is a hierarchy of seniority. Which young man are you going to marry for me?" How can the eldest daughter stay with the younger sister when the younger sister gets married first? It doesn't make sense.

Jiuli secretly made up her mind that at worst she would just let the prince consort die suddenly, and if she did it cleanly, her father wouldn't be able to do anything to her.

"Rules? They are to constrain others. It is okay for my daughter not to marry." "Seniority?" "Lin'an,"

"Hmm?" He raised his eyes slightly.

"Forget it, you and Ning Su go to the Luming Feast together." Could it be that some young master wanted to get rich overnight? Hooked up with Lin'an?

A strong murderous look instantly appeared in Emperor Cheng'an's eyes.

"My child knows that today I will have a feast. Dad's riding and archery are still so outstanding." He changed the subject.

"Did you hear what Lin'an said? Tell the kitchen to do a good job," he kicked Su Qin who was serving beside him.

"Yes." Su Qin wiped his sweat. Damn, he almost fell asleep. What did His Majesty say just now? Do it well? Okay.