In the martial arts arena, LAN Zhao looks at the people coming and says, "the eldest prince is late today."

"Yes, I am willing to be punished."

"You are because of the cloud princess's people to block the way, you can be excused, you and he clear ah."

The idle stranger did not speak.

This child is too stubborn!

LAN Zhao was surprised to admit his mistake decisively. Later, he frowned and said, "you pulled out your sword today. What happened?"

"I met lady Yun on the way, and they wanted to invite me to be a guest."

"Did you hurt someone when you drew your sword?"

"Just broke an eunuch's arm." The idle stranger tells the truth without half deceiving.

He cut off a man's arm with a sword when he was 12 years old. This is not a small matter. Maybe people will think that he is bloodthirsty and cruel.

LAN Zhao is just a short Leng, and suddenly laughs. A man as rigid as he suddenly laughs. It's really better than the iron tree blossoming. It's strange, "it's just a eunuch. Since you want to come to my class, he can't stop it, even if you kill him."

"Yes, master." Leimo nods seriously and plans to do it according to LAN Zhao's words next time.

The scenery is on the forehead.

LAN Zhao only cares about the military barracks. He is not as busy as Zou he and inquires about the eight trigrams in the harem every day. But he still has some common sense. Princess Yun's name is Zhuo Yun. She is the princess of the former dynasty. After the establishment of the new dynasty, the first thing is to make a concubine. The second thing is to announce the establishment of the new dynasty. Zhuo Yun has always been a favorite. Otherwise, in the harem with few children, she will not It's going to take a son and a girl.

But Zhuo Yun is also a well-known jealous person. He can't tolerate half a grain of sand in his eyes. That's why xianrang threw his child to Zhuo Yun's care. In a flash, Zhuo Yun threw the child into the cold palace. Because she loves leisure, she can't bear the children born to xianrang and other women.

Today, it is right for him not to go to Princess Yun's palace. When he goes, he doesn't know how much trouble he will have to endure from her.

LAN Zhao appreciates the ferocity of Xianmo, which is needed to kill enemies in the battlefield. He never says much about the affairs of the harem in front of his majesty. But if his majesty is angry and pleads for Xianmo, he is willing to.

"Although you are late today for some reason, being late means being late, so I will punish you. You have no problem, right?"

"Yes." "Leimo bowed his head," master how to punish me, I have no opinion. "

"Well, this afternoon, you will continue to stay in the arena. It will be the strongest time in the sun, and you will be exposed to the sun for an hour."

"Yes," he replied without hesitation

"Not good!" "It's June now. It's so hot. What should you do if you get heatstroke?"

He raised his eyes slightly, did not make a sound, just told her with the smile in his eyes that he would be OK.

All of a sudden, the scenery couldn't say a word.

LAN Zhao never fakes what he says. At the height of the scorching sun, Xianmo stands in the center of the martial arts arena, surrounded by the warm air. However, he has not moved for half an hour. An hour in ancient times refers to two hours.

The scenery looks to LAN Zhao, who is sitting in the shade of a tree not far away. He is drinking tea leisurely there. In contrast, he looks at the leisurely street under the hot sun. His hard-earned white and tender face is flushed with the sun.

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