Chapter 24

Exclusively published in Jinjiang/All pirated articles are prohibited/Written by Mo Baqian

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Perhaps the strong can protect the weak instead of causing more misfortune.

Such words came from the mouth of a superior person with absolute power.

Lu Subei was struck by this subversive concept. His scalp was numb with shock, and he stared blankly at the person in front of him.

I have been struggling in the darkness for more than ten years, with no light and no one to rely on.

At this moment, someone waved his hand and opened a hole in the darkness.

The sun shines in.

Shi Qiandu looked at his silly and dazed look, chuckled lightly, and threw the rose cake wrapped in oil paper over: "Eat it, sweet things always make people feel good."

Lu Subei hurriedly caught the rose cake, and the slight heat spread through the oil paper to the palm of his hand.

When you peel away the oil paper, you can smell the faint fragrance of flowers.

After swallowing the greedy saliva, he opened his mouth slightly.

"You can eat what you are told, there is so much nonsense."

Shi Qiandu seemed to know what he wanted to say, and responded before he could speak.

"If you don't want to eat, just give it to me." She said and reached for it.

As a result, I didn't pick it up.

Lu Subei subconsciously grabbed the oil paper.

After reacting, he suddenly released his fingers, and under Shi Qiandu's teasing eyes, his face burned with embarrassment.

"slave……"

"Eat it if you want." Shi Qiandu said with a smile.

Lu Subei's chest felt tight, not because of discomfort, but because of some kind of undercurrent.

He ate it in small bites, and the sweet and soft texture exploded in his mouth.

Suddenly I thought of the past.

When I was a child, I watched countless children from wealthy families happily eating this sweet and soft snack, showing envy and following them with their eyes.

The boy who was hugging him for warmth wiped his saliva and said in an innocent and yearning tone: "It smells so delicious. If I can eat one, I won't have any regrets when I die."

It's a pity that the boy still has regrets.

Not every slave has the opportunity to grow to his size.

Not every slave is as lucky as him to meet such a good master.

The carriage lurched forward.

Soon we arrived at the school grounds on the outskirts of Beijing.

Shi Qiandu was hit so hard that his butt hurt and his head felt a little dizzy.

This is still the best carriage, but it is so uncomfortable to sit on it.

I really don’t understand why so many colleagues from the Bureau of Time Management like to do the tasks of the ancient group. Aren’t they asking for their own faults?

She rubbed her butt carelessly and complained secretly in her heart.

Before they came to the school grounds, someone had already been sent to notify them.

However, after getting off the carriage, there was no one at the gate of the school grounds except for two soldiers guarding the gate.

He didn't even look like he was willing to go out to greet him, obviously he didn't take Shi Qiandu into consideration.

Shi Qiandu was stopped outside the door by two soldiers. The two men were holding spears. With a turn of their wrists, the spears overlapped each other, forming an X shape.

The meaning of stopping people is very clear.

"The school grounds are important, and no one else is allowed to enter," one of them said.

"This is His Majesty the Young Lord." Lu Subei took a step forward and blocked Shi Qiandu behind him with his body, fearing that the sharp spearhead of the sword would hurt her.

Shi Qiandu didn't want to talk nonsense.

She had notified her in advance. If someone didn't come to pick her up, it would be fine. If she deliberately stopped her, she would be really unhappy.

The two soldiers didn't see each other's movements clearly. They only saw a sliver of white in their peripheral vision. The next second, they felt a heartbreaking pain in their chests. Their eyes bulged slightly. They opened their mouths and coughed heavily, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

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There was a pain in my neck, and when the dizziness in my head faded away, I was already being held tightly by the throat and pushed to the ground.

How could it be possible that the young king actually has such strength!

When they heard that General Jiang and the Chixiao Army had been handed over to the unlearned and unskilled Young Master, none of them were convinced, and they didn't want the Young Master to come to the school grounds—a layman who didn't know how to march and fight.

School grounds, isn’t this causing trouble!

Can the pampered young king understand the cruelty on the battlefield?

What's more, their young leader is still a woman.

So General Jiang ordered that Quan should not know about this matter.

They thought that if the Young Master came, as long as they refused to pass, the other party would be helpless.

It is said that the young master of the country has great kung fu, so what?

For those who have never been on the battlefield, no matter how good their kung fu is, they are just show-offs.

But who would have thought that the young king's strength is far more than just a "showman".

The two of them are not generals who have experienced hundreds of battles, but they have fought bloody battles with the Red Sky Army many times.

The Chixiao Army is one of the most elite teams in the entire Cheng Kingdom!

He was instantly knocked down by the Young Lord and was unable to fight back, which shows the strength of the Young Lord.

Shi Qiandu lowered his head and met a pair of frightened eyes.

She raised the corner of her mouth coolly and read out the military law: "If you don't obey the restraints and are even more difficult to control, you should be beheaded."

Seeing death approaching, the soldier finally knew he was afraid and did not dare to breathe.

The fingers pressing on the ground were trembling.

Even so, they kept silent and did not betray their generals to save their lives.

"But it seems that you are also listening to others' instructions..." Shi Qiandu raised his hand and threw the stolen spear to Lu Subei, "I will reward each of you with fifty sticks."

Lu Subei held the gun firmly in his hand and wrapped his arms around it.

The moment he received the weapon, his expression was gloomy, his brows were full of seriousness, and there was an air of pride in his movements, as if he was born to fight.

This time he didn't hesitate, just lowered his head and said "yes".

After getting along with each other before, he knew that if he hesitated to speak, the most he would get was this sentence - hit you if you are told, there is so much nonsense.

This was not a nice thing to say, but coming from the mouth of the young king, it somehow made him feel close to him.

Although it is really disrespectful for him as a slave to think so.

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In the school grounds.

The soldiers were lined up neatly, leaving a vacuum in the center, and a tall figure stood in the middle.

Jiang Jingran was only in his twenties at this time, and his features were handsome, but there was still some youthfulness that had not completely faded away. He held a handful of red tassels in his hand, and his posture was upright and majestic.

He pointed his finger at one of the soldiers: "Just you."

The man who was called took a breath and had to brace himself.

All the brothers in the Red Sky Army don't know that anyone who is singled out by General Jiang for a martial arts demonstration will definitely be honored.

But having said that, it is a rare honor for them to compete with General Jiang.

"General!"

A high-pitched voice sounded, and soldiers wearing soft armor broke through the crowd and ran in, kneeling in front of Jiang Jingran.

"Report to the general, the young master has arrived outside the school and is asking a slave to deal with the brother who is on duty at the door today!"

Jiang Jingran suddenly frowned, and there was an air of violence on his originally green face. It was a ferocious aura that could only be left after having fought tooth and nail on a bloody and cruel battlefield.

He threw away the long gun casually: "Let's go and take a look."

Deputy General Yang Yingjie followed Jiang Jingran and led people straight to the school gate.

I saw the young master sitting lazily aside, while the slave who was rumored to have been "brought out from the Bamboo Garden by the young master" held a spear and struck the guard on duty!

The blood had seeped through the cloth under the soft armor and turned into a bright red.
To be continued...