forever

Lu Yunlu stayed in the barracks for four years.

During this period, she not only studied martial arts with Zhang Xuan, but also chased chickens and chased dogs, fighting invincible hands all over the world.

At the beginning, the young soldiers in the army were only modest, but later they found that the princess had inherited Lu Hou's strange power ten to ten, and he was really unable to beat them.

The army is notorious, and no one will fight. After thinking about it, Yunlu decides to "do harm to the village".

This entry into the city is for this purpose.

Dayong City was still as prosperous as ever, but Yunlu didn't care about it, just squinted and looked for the "target".

"Thief! Catch the thief!" Suddenly, a peddler shouted in the crowd.

Yunlu glared, turned around and jumped out of the carriage, waited for the guards to react, he had already run twenty steps away.

"Jun, princess!" The chief guard was frightened out of his wits, "Why are you standing there? Hurry up!"

So there appeared on the street: a small thief running in front, a yellow girl chasing behind, and a large group of Confucius and Wuhan sons roaring and screaming at the end.

Seeing that the thief was about to sneak into the alley, Yunlu took off the shoes newly woven by Zhiniang, stuffed two stones into them, and made a desperate throw at the right angle.

——The little thief was directly knocked down to the ground.

Yunlu couldn't help being overjoyed, and ran up barefoot, turned him over, and found that it was a boy his own age.

The boy scratched his nose because his face was on the ground, bleeding profusely. Seeing that it was a girl of similar age who caught him, his face turned red immediately.

Seeing a group of strong men surrounding him, his face turned pale again.

"Tie this little thief back, and the chief of this county will personally interrogate him!" Yunlu put his hands on his hips imposingly.

In Luliang Mansion, Zhao Lian was grinding ink.

On the Shangsi Festival a few days ago, Zhao Lian couldn't go out of the house, and was very bored. He made a poem about willows, but Lu Hou saw it.

"Well... I don't know anything about this poem, but you write it well." Lu Liang said bluntly.

Zhao Lian was overjoyed, and he didn't show it, but bowed humbly.

Since then, he began to practice calligraphy secretly.

However, there was a loud noise outside the door, which made his hands tremble and ink splashed all over the table.

...It seems that the princess is back.

Zhao Lian sighed deeply, asked the maid to clean up, and went out to greet her.

"Oh! Anu!" Seeing him, Yunlu looked happy, "Where's Daddy?"

"Master Hou was summoned into the palace early in the morning. I'm afraid it was... fighting for the northern border."

"Ah?" Yunlu scratched his head, "Then he will probably go back to the barracks directly... Forget it, I'll wait for him in the barracks." With a big hand wave, "Carry it away!"

Only then did Zhao Lian realize that the hulking guards behind Yunlu were carrying a boy who was tied up.

He immediately turned around and went into the house, as if he saw nothing.

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During the Shangsi festival, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, and the people of Dayong go together in twos and threes.

Flowers fly and butterflies dance, the boy stops.

The man was riding on the horse, and he could see the slender figure from a distance.

Just about to drive away, the young man suddenly turned around and looked at each other, as if he had a tacit understanding.

An inch of autumn waves, a thousand pearls of Dendrobium do not feel much.

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Sitting on the horse, blowing the gentle spring breeze, Lu Liang's arrogance is still hard to dissipate.

The northern border is in a hurry, but his elder brothers only focus on fighting for power, cutting down his military power and power, and taking away his position as chief general!

And his good father, the king, let his elder brother fight for power and profit, and he watched from the sidelines.

It's just because he is the seventh young master who is not popular!

Years of fighting are nothing, he, Lu Qi, was only born of a court lady, and since he was born, he has been nothing but mud in that field!

Even if he lived another life, Lu Liang still couldn't let go, and he choked with grief.

"You taught her very well. Qin is not worthy."

The man's words suddenly rang in his ears.

...That's right, at least not for Yunlu.

Lu Liang seemed to be convinced of something, clamped his legs, and galloped away.

"Okay, tell me, why are you a thief?" Yunlu threw the peanut into his mouth.

The boy was too timid to speak.

"Speak quickly! If you don't speak, it's useless to keep your tongue." Yunlu pulled out the dagger from his waist and stuck it on the case.

"I said, I said!" the boy was terrified, "Xiaomin was originally a villager in the north, the village was burned by the Huns, and he fled all the way south... Xiaomin was starving! Xiaomin didn't mean to be a thief!"

Is the northern border already so serious? ... Yunlu muttered in his heart.

"What about your parents?"

"Killed by the Huns..."

"..."

Yunlu was silent for a moment, grabbed a handful of peanuts, stuffed them directly into the boy's mouth, knelt down and untied him.

"You don't have any parents or brothers, so you can follow this princess from now on! At least you won't become a thief." Yunlu got up and clapped his hands, "Let's go, I'll take you to see Uncle Zhang... and have a meal by the way."

When he heard the news of Lu Hou's return to the mansion, Zhao Lian felt bad: he went back to the mansion without going to the barracks, I'm afraid... he was taken away from power.

After some inquiries, Zhao Lian learned that Lu Hou was drinking alone in the house, so Zhao Lian made some hangover soup, put it in a pot, and went to Lu Hou's dormitory.

As soon as the door was opened, the overwhelming smell of alcohol rushed out.

Zhao Lian didn't care, closed the door, turned around and shouted, "Master Hou."

The person on the couch recognized someone, "...What are you doing here?"

"I cooked some soup for Lord Hou. If you don't drink it, you will have a headache tomorrow morning." Zhao Lian smiled softly.

"Well, let it go." Lu Liang waved his hand.

Zhao Lian put the pot lightly on the case, retreated and knelt down on the couch.

"...Aren't you leaving?" Lu Liang raised his eyebrows.

"Master Hou expects Anu to leave?" Zhao Lian asked back.

Lu Liang was stopped by the question, his chaotic mind pondered for a moment, then shook his head, "No, you can stay."

Zhao Lian was overjoyed, and took two steps on his knees. He was only a few feet away from Luliang, and he could touch it with his hand...but he put it neatly.

Lu Liang pretended that he didn't exist, and drank again on his own.

"Zhao Lian." After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly said, "You are the concubine of the Zhao family, right?"

"...Yes." Zhao Lian answered slowly.

"How did your father treat you?" he continued.

Zhao Lian kept silent.

"It's the Marquis who is talking too much." Lu Liang replied, "If I can send you here, I think I don't care much about your life."

"You say that these people can't control their lower body, and make a bunch of bastards. They call it "spread branches and leaves, more children, more blessings." Lu Liang held the empty cup in his hand, and said with a sneer, "however, these so-called blessings The son of a son is not as good as an animal raised by a farmer. When the cow died, the whole family felt pain from the bottom of their hearts, and the government wanted to arrest people, and the bastard died...just be reborn."

"Master Hou." Zhao Lian was silent for a long time, and finally spoke up, "Actually, the same is true for my son."

Lu Liang looked at him with doubts on his face.

"The only thing that is really useful is the eldest son, and the rest of the sons are just in case the eldest son has an accident... Even the elder himself can be replaced." Zhao Lian explained.

"Compared to the concubine, the son-in-law is just... a more valuable animal, just like the blue bird under the palm of the Queen Mother of the West."

Lu Liang thought about it carefully, and suddenly laughed out loud, "Ha, these pious fellows have given birth to so many sons, they are not as good as Ben Hou who has no sons!"

"Your Majesty treats the princess very well, and he truly regards her as the apple of his eye. And the princess is extremely intelligent, brave and good at fighting, no worse than men of the same age, and even three points better than men of the same age." Zhao Lian responded with a smile, "You taught her very well. good."

You taught her well.

Unexpectedly, Lu Liang woke up immediately as if he had been hit in the head, and stared at Zhao Lian in horror.

"go out……"

"Master Hou?"

"roll!!"