Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Qiu Wutong frowned upon hearing these words. "Underestimating your opponent is always a taboo for generals, especially on a real battlefield. It's even more of a hidden danger. Tianhe Province is now the fiefdom of the Princess Zhenguo. I heard that a new commander named Pei has arrived, and he's quite skilled at training his soldiers. Tianhe Province is now diligently training its troops every day. You came here from Tianhe Province, but you're slacking off instead. If you lose, wouldn't you be a laughing stock over there?"

After he said that, Qiu Dezhong felt a little bit of a sense of crisis, but then he thought, Longzhou had won for so many years, it was impossible for it to lose this year.

But with this sense of crisis, his face still looked a little serious: "Uncle, don't worry, we will take it seriously."

Qiu Deyi disagreed and added, "Uncle, you don't know that the Princess Zhenguo doesn't train the army herself. That Commander Pei is a woman, and she's also a relative, the wife of the Princess Zhenguo's cousin. I'm afraid she won't be able to make a difference. We only need to use 50% to 60% of our strength to defeat Tianhe Province."

"Nonsense! A woman who can convince others shows that her ability is no less than that of a man. There is no bad news from Tianhe Province, which means that everything is on the right track. I'm afraid you should be more cautious." Qiu Wutong couldn't help but scold.

In fact, he was not very willing to let the two brothers come here, for he was afraid that they would rely on their relationship as relatives and act without fear, and as their uncle, he couldn't lose face.

Qiu Deyi was very unconvinced and wanted to say something else, but Qiu Dezhong pulled his arm.

The two brothers walked out of the barracks. Qiu Deyi looked gloomy and said, "Brother, isn't uncle worrying too much?"

"No matter what, we still have to show some spirit and fulfill our daily duties." Qiu Dezhong said, patting his brother on the shoulder.

"We've finally managed to get here. Let Uncle and the others take a good look at our military training skills. When the day of the military contest comes, we won't have to show any mercy. We'll just crush Tianhe Province and show off in front of Uncle."

Pei Qingrong has been busy and attentive for the past month. He has taught the troops and deployed the troops, and the generals, both big and small, have also devoted themselves to it. After receiving the monthly salary, they are even more motivated.

Only then did she have time to return to Beijing.

Dacheng came several times during this period, but she just watched from afar and did not disturb them, so as not to give people the impression that she was indulging in love.

To manage so many soldiers, you must build a solid reputation from the beginning and not leave any room for anyone to use against you.

Knowing that Pei Qingrong was having a hard time, the whole family gathered around to offer their condolences.

Pei Qingrong had been immersed in the cold and serious atmosphere of the camp for some time. Now surrounded by the warmth of her family, she felt warm and soft in her heart.

After a round of greetings, everyone left without disturbing the family of three.

Leaning on the soft couch in the room, Pei Qingrong took off her armor and held the warm and soft Qiao Su in her arms, while Dacheng massaged her shoulders and back.

Seeing the faint cracks on my wife's face, it was the result of standing on the watchtower all the time, exposed to the wind, sun and rain. Her hands also had more calluses from frequent demonstration exercises.

Dacheng felt distressed and found the ointment and applied it to his wife.

"Now that you've gotten through this most difficult period, you won't have to work so hard in the future. I think the soldiers there will obey your discipline."

Pei Qingrong nodded gently: "Everything is difficult at the beginning. When I first arrived at the Tianhezhou Defense Garrison, many soldiers had opinions about me, and I didn't dare to relax at all."

"Well done, my lady. You overcame such a difficult problem." Dacheng praised sincerely.

If it were someone else, they would probably give up at the beginning amidst the doubts.

Pei Qingrong said nothing, holding her son in her arms, her head resting gently on her husband's shoulder.

She was too tired and hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

But the sense of satisfaction and accomplishment in my heart cannot be replaced by anything.

After the Sun family was dealt with, the Qiao family's status became clear, and Qiao Zhizhi reopened classes and recruited apprentices.

Qingteng Art Academy is very close to the Qiao family, so she can go back to the Qiao family from time to time to visit and get together with everyone.

Her room and studio were also kept for her, containing many of her calligraphy and paintings. Sometimes, Qiao Zhizhi would practice in the studio as before, as if she had never been married.

Her tied-up black hair makes her look more mature, and her peaceful and quiet face shows that she has a husband who loves her and she is happy.

"Madam, the Third Young Master's wife had tea and snacks at the Qiao family again today, and also practiced painting at the Qiao family for most of an hour. Isn't this a bit inappropriate--" The nanny beside Madam Lin couldn't help but say.

Mrs. Lin raised her hand and stopped her from talking.

"Mother Qi, the Third Young Master's wife is different. She is a master painter. Perhaps she can find more inspiration in her familiar family. She doesn't mind my son's innate shortcomings, so why should I bother with her about such a thing?"

"The Qiao family is an open-minded family and they know the rules. I just went there to spend time with my family and have some refreshments. They don't necessarily want me to stay overnight for dinner. You don't need to talk to me about this kind of thing in the future."

"Yes."

Qi Ma continued, "Since the first day of his marriage, the Third Young Master has been taking the medicine given by the Zhenguo Princess every day. I hope that with God's mercy, it will work, so that the Master and Madam will not have any regrets, and that the Third Young Master and Madam will have something to rely on in their old age."

Mrs. Lin sighed softly. In the past month, she had gone to the temple to burn incense three times. If it weren't for her status, she would have kowtowed every step she took. But she knew that this was just for psychological comfort.

If you want it to be effective, you have to rely on the medicine given by Princess Zhenguo.

Another month has passed, and it is already spring.

The weather was clear, the grass was green, the birds were singing, and flowers were in full bloom everywhere. The lush willow branches hung down into the moat, fluttering in the wind, and the river flowed happily, creating a thriving scene.

The people in the capital changed into thin clothes and strolled leisurely on the streets. Many people carried bird cages and some began to fan themselves.

Qiao Zhizhi set up a painting board on the river bank, mixed the paints, and painted the beautiful scenery of the capital city in spring, attracting countless people to stop and watch.

"This is Master Qiao. Every stroke of his brush comes naturally to him. This master-level skill will go down in history."

"I heard that Mr. Qiao was from a mountain village. He was so natural while being watched by so many people while painting. Such a mentality is very rare."

In the pavilion next to them, Qiao Jianer, Qiao Xier, and Ling Yin were having tea and snacks. The twins Qiao Li and Qiao Yue, Qiao Xier's daughter Mu Ranxi, and Pei Qingrong's son Qiao Su were also playing under the pavilion.

Qiao Su had just turned one year old. He was chubby and couldn't walk steadily. He stretched out his hands and shook them like a penguin. The maid was watching over him carefully.

Everyone was in good spirits, but also a little regretful. It would have been better if Pei Qingrong was there too. However, they also knew that since Pei Qingrong had just taken over the Tianhe State Camp, it was a luxury for her to be able to go home once.

Not far away, a wheelchair was slowly pushed over.

"This person looks so familiar." Qiao Xier muttered.

Qiao Jianer raised her eyelids and saw that the man had no hands, his sleeves hung down empty, his legs seemed to have shrunk, his cheeks were sunken, but his facial features were familiar.

This person is Wu Qingjin.