The food in the canteen in the military camp is simple, not as luxurious as in the palace, but it is also good.

The boy's fingers, which had white joints and clearly like works of art, carefully picked up all the fish bones, and then he put the soft and tender fish into the princess' bowl.

Ranbai lowered his eyes lightly and tapped the table with his fingertips, "How about this?"

"Don't your highness know Jin Yao well?" The young man wiped his hands and chuckled Wen Ya.

"It's different from what you said in person." The princess glanced at him, picked up a bite of fish, chewed it slowly, which exuded the royal dignity from the bones, and even in normal times, it gave people a silent and harsh sense of oppression.

"I'm very adaptable." Jin Yao said warmly, with a good temper, his military uniform set off the beauty's fair skin, and there was no coldness when he smiled.

Ranbai nodded slightly: "You can come back at any time if you want to come back."

The boy said yes.

Su Yan, who was watching silently in the distance and did not dare to step forward at all: "..."

Rub! Provoke (过过过)

He felt that today, his outlook on life was seriously impacted.

Su Yan finally understood what Ning Du said meant.

It turned out that His Highness didn't let him follow him, and he actually wanted to get along alone with that young man!!

The problem is that young man-

It surprised Su Yan.

He devoted all his heart to the military, never paying attention to the outside world, and naturally he didn't know about the ups and downs of the capital. Princess Xizhao fell in love with Meng Fusheng, the young piano master who was famous in the capital, and developed his own young master.

Su Yan only knew that this new recruit king, whether in terms of military quality or training level, was extremely superior to everyone, and went up step by step in crushing ways.

It is said that his personality is cold and introverted, elegant and noble, and he rarely interacts with others except for training time.

Su Yan and Jin Yao had no intersection, but they had barely met each other a few times, and they left an impression of being too cold in their hearts.

But it's a genius.

The ability is extraordinary.

It is normal to be lonely.

But now the gentle and gentle boy who smiles, who is not as indifferent and sharp as usual, is really the legendary recruit king or the Jinyao he has ever seen?!

Su Yan was shocked to his mind.

Their new recruit king...Your Highness Young Master.

No matter how you think about it, you can't get together.

Su Yan turned around with difficulty, and his mind was completely trapped in a storm of chaos.

When I went back,

Su Yan still looked dazed and looked at the handsome young man who was studying military plans, with a complicated tone: "Shad, I finally understand."

Ning Fuzhi's slender fingers supported his forehead, looked at the plan lightly, and his fingertips lightly buckled the tabletop, showing a sense of coldness and laziness.

He understood what Su Yan meant, but he didn't care.

"Let's go." The boy stood up straight and threw a sentence freely, his voice very light.

Su Yan hesitated and did not say the words I gave to you for a while.

What happened just now scared him a lot.

Su Yan was slow.

And Ning Duzhi has already walked out.

Ning Yuzhi came on a horse by himself. At this moment, he left the barracks and turned over to the horse. His clothes were placed in the air in a beautiful curve. His movements were calm and neat, and his movements were like flowing water, and his eyebrows were lazy and cold like a god.

The boy casually tightened the reins, which were cold and slender, and looked particularly beautiful with his finger bones. He rode his horse and quickly disappeared outside the military camp.

From here, you have to pass a mountain road. There are no houses around you. The mountains are chilly and trees are growing. When the shadows fall, it brings a bit of desolation.

The horse's hooves trampled across the mountain road and rushed forward quickly.

The surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of riding a horse could be heard until you went further, and you could vaguely hear a shrill scream.

Ning Yuzhi lowered his eyes coldly, and was indifferent, heading towards the palace.

unfortunately,

On the same road, it just hits the place where the sound source comes from.

I couldn't see it clearly when I was far away, and I could only see more than a dozen figures. I gradually gathered a thin outline in the middle, and there were a few bodies lying beside me. The smell of blood drifted between Ningsha's nose with the wind.

The young young man narrowed his long and narrow eyes, knocked the reins with his fair fingertips, and frowned slightly. He was so lazy that he was not easy to provoke. He had no slightest avoidance and rode his horse straight towards the front.

One of the men in black holding a long sword noticed something very keenly, and stopped his hands, his face slightly changed: "Someone!"

They came to chase after the master's order, and they were about to be dealt with. They originally thought that no one would appear in this wilderness and ridge, and would be very smooth. Unexpectedly, they would bump into a boy...

He looks extraordinary, but if he is knocked out, he will be in trouble in the future.

The companion paused and obviously thought about such a problem and said quickly: "We solved it together."

anyway,

Today, this matter must be buried here, and there must be no exposed wind direction, otherwise they will not be able to go back and explain.

The master has given them the order of death.

This matter must be solved neatly and cannot leave a living mouth, and all traces must be erased.

The figure surrounded in the middle was bleak and embarrassed in the cold wind. The ink hair covered half of her beautiful little face in a mess, and a lot of blood was splattered on her fair skin. She was a young girl who kept retreating in fear, but her back was straight.

She gritted her teeth tightly, with a contradictory fragile but tough temperament. She held a hairpin in the palm of her hand, and even her fingertips turned white.

When seeing such a figure, the girl's originally desperate and dead eyes suddenly burst out with the last light, as if she saw the only life-saving straw, and the sound of shouting from her mouth was torn and hoarse.

"Help!"

One of the men in black sneered, "Save?" He looked disdainful and said in a sinister tone: "You all have to die here today."

If you encounter such a thing, you still expect to survive?

What's more, what can a young boy do?

Ning Duzhi could hear the cry of despair and conflicts intertwined, but his heart was calm until he got closer.

The slender boy rode a horse against the bloody dusk of the setting sun. The sky was filled with large patches of dark orange red, and it seemed to be splashed with blood. The light broke and fell on the boy's shoulders, becoming the background in the painting.

The boy was in the halo of dusk, like a transparent star melted in the light, and his side face vaguely saw the deep and handsome outline, the cold and sharp, and the cold and nobleness that was high above.

The wind silenced for a moment and stopped breathing.

The girl's eyes reflected the shadow of a boy, and she looked like a god in the light and shadow.

Ning Fuzhi was lazy and half-hugging his eyelids, looking down at them from a high point. His thin lips opened lightly and his sound was very good and magnetic, as if he was a little playful, but he was indifferent to all this: "Get out of the way."
Chapter completed!