The color of the night is like the thick ink in the scroll, and the stars are like ornaments. The wind also brings out some poetic flavor.
The beautiful and upright man, looking up at his young man, is a beautiful scene.
He Yan is silent.
Xiao Jue opened his mouth, his voice was faint, "are you called Heyan?"
He Yan was shocked and blurted out, "I've been so famous?"
In the barracks, she did not think she was good enough to disturb the governor. How could Xiao Jue know her now?
Xiao Jue sneered, "the weight-bearing line runs down the number of times, pulling the bow and crossbow can not be opened," he looked down at Heyan's hair top and wrote lightly: "it's still so short, I can't think of anyone else in the barracks."
He Yan said:
Still Short
For a moment, she seemed to return to the Xianchang hall. When she first met Xiao Jue, she was stupid and short.
Did not expect to change a body, Xiao Jue saw her, unexpectedly still this appraisal? He is really as always, so arrogant, so inhuman, so look at him, will be a little less grown-up indifference, just like the impression of excellent to almost mean youth.
He Yan is naturally very aggrieved. To tell the truth, she is such a tall woman that she can't be called "short". But in the barracks full of strong men, they looked as weak as chickens. But it's no wonder that she was a little higher when she was making Heyan. Besides, if he had not replaced her later, others would not think that general Feihong was a dwarf. But now, she can't put cushions in her shoes and look tall.
She was thinking, unexpectedly, Xiao Jue stepped closer, so the distance between her and her was a little too close.
He yanmeng is in place.
His eyes are very beautiful in shape and gentle in clear eyes. When he looks at her with his eyes down, he gives people an illusion, as if he is looking at a lover. His skin is also very white. Miss Bihe looks more and more like a picture. The green silk is tied up and hung on the shoulder. It looks cool, with a faint fragrance of moon forest, which makes people want to touch it.
He Yan thought that the fairy riding on a deer would turn around in shame for fear of seeing this man. No wonder that so many women in the capital dream of spring boudoir are all this noble person. Facing this face, I can't get tired of watching it all my life.
"What are you thinking?" He asked without salt.
"What do you want to eat to look like you?" He Yan replied.
His action is stiff, no longer bully body approach, as if to verify what the result is general, move one's eyes, way: "boring!"
He didn't swear? He Yan was surprised. She thought Xiao Jue was going to bring out military orders to attack her. However, after thinking about it, she knew that Xiao Jue had not identified herself. According to common sense, she should not "know" who he was, so she could only be like a stranger who accidentally bumped into her here to practice ginger.
"What's so boring about it," He Yan said, blowing his forehead. "Everyone has a heart for beauty."
Xiao Jue stopped and gave him a fixed look, which seemed to be looking at a dead man. He Yan looked back without fear. He had not seen such a person as she was. Xiao Jue was stunned for a moment. Then he gave a sneer, turned and strode away, leaving only Heyan alone in the martial arts arena.
He Yan found something.
Xiao Jue's temperament is colder than before, but also better than before. He used to be so angry with him that he could satirize him with ten sentences without repetition, but now he just glanced at her and didn't want to talk to her more. At that time, she did not dare to provoke Xiao Jue, but now the noble second childe of the Xiao family disdained to fight against others as she did when she was a child. Does that mean that she can take Xiao Jue to death at will and avenge the hurt he gave her at that time?
God is still fair, she thought, this is not, came a "geomantic rotation, today to my home.".
Very good.
……
After Xiao Jue left, he Yan pulled the bow and crossbow for half an hour. When his hands were too sour to bear, he went back to sleep. The next morning, wake up a little late, wheat push him: "ah ho brother, get up."
He Yan opened his eyes.
To say that people are different from people's bodies. When she was a teenager, no matter how late she practiced sword secretly at night, she could still listen to her husband's lecture the next day. Now it's just a night, and it's not too late, and I don't feel very well.
Is it true that he was a miserable life in his last life? He Yan reflected on himself like this.
Introspection comes from introspection. What should be done is still to be done. After running, they went to the back of the arena with the recruits to prepare for archery yesterday.
The crossbow has been put up for a long time. There is no cool at night in the daytime, but the light is dazzling. Coach Liang stood next to the crossbow, and the recruits went to try the bow one by one. Compared with yesterday, the recruits are not so excited and excited, and their skills are much more stable. There are fewer people who shoot at the chaotic places. At least they are all aiming at the target.Hong Shan also went to shoot, he shot better than yesterday. Stone still won the admiration of coach Liang. Although wheat was weak, it was not very bad. Moreover, because Shitou, the elder brother, was giving advice, it was obviously improved.
He Yan saw Wang Ba again.
Wang Ba walked forward unhurriedly. Before pulling the bow, he gave him a scornful look. He Yanhui with his smile, this smile seems to be irritated him, he immediately sink face, do not want to pull bow archery.
as like as two peas, the arrow broke through the grass, and almost the same as yesterday.
The recruits around immediately applauded. People here, always worship the strong.
Wang Ba put down his bow and went to Heyan. He said, "it's your turn." He raised his voice on purpose so that all the people around him could hear him: "if you can't pull the bow yesterday, you can open it today in front of everyone. Brother Heyan, let's have a look today. How did you pull your bow
For a moment, all eyes are toward Heyan.
He Yan's name was almost known to the whole barracks about the bowing yesterday. Everyone knows that there is a new recruit under coach Liang, who can't even pull the bow, and dare to speak hard. At the moment, seeing real people, they all looked at Heyan one after another, waiting to see the excitement.
"Brother ahoe..." Wheat some timidly pulled off the corner of her dress.
He Yan smiles at him and walks out slowly. She met Wang BA's malicious smile, her expression was magnanimous, and her tone was modest. "It's hard for brother to remember my words so clearly."
"If you want to see it so much, let's see it." She said softly.
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