Monarch of Evernight: Eighteen Early Childhood Education

bsp;The air was filled with the strong aroma of wine, and piles of bonfires were set up with "??Zhujiao feasting and saving Xingxi?" There were people wrestling with each other nearby, and the onlookers burst into cheers from time to time. It seemed that no matter where it was, The celebration scenes in the military are all similar, rough and noisy.

Qianye lay flat in the canopy of a dense tree, with his hands behind his head, his eyes reflecting the deep blue night sky and the twin Alpha stars that occupied almost half of the sky.

I have lived under the Iron Curtain for too long, and even seeing the crimson moon feels familiar.

Zhao Jundu suddenly appeared among the branches and leaves. He sat down next to him and asked, "Are you running away from drinking or fighting?"

"Both." Qianye answered honestly, and then showed a hint of helplessness on his face. He had just learned that he had such a famous reputation in the Zhao clan's team.

The Zhao Clan is martial, their private army is fierce, and those who are still alive today after months of **** battles are all veterans of hundreds of battles. There is no distinction between superior and inferior in this kind of situation, so Qianye really felt the enthusiasm of Yanyun Iron Cavalry. When he overturned at least one company of people in the wrestling and drank with more than half of the soldiers present, Finally I couldn't hold on any longer and ran to the tree here.

"The team will rest for five days, and then we will see the changes in the Iron Curtain and the orders of the imperial family before making a decision." Zhao Jundu said: "What are your plans?"

"I want to go back to Blackstream City to have a look. The Iron Curtain may open at any time. The Nangong family suffered a big loss last time and I'm afraid they won't give up."

"If you are worried about Song Zining, you don't have to. Although Nangong is arrogant, he is not stupid. Song Zining is so popular now. Unless the Nangong family does not want to be promoted to a powerful family, they will not kill him openly for the sake of reputation. Besides, Song Zining is I just killed the two of them and some of their vassals, and this matter can be settled by paying money."

Qianye shook his head and said, "I am the one who has a grudge against the Nangong family."

Zhao Jundu frowned, "Nangong Xiaofeng injured Yuying, Duke You Guo has not let go of his intention to reconcile with the Nangong family. If they still dare to come to you, I will let them know, even if not Iron Curtain, it’s not their turn to bully me, Lord Zhao.”

Qianye heard it at this time. Zhao Jundu only knew part of the grievances between him and the Nangong family. Zhao Yuying didn't seem to mention Nangong Xiaoniao, but Qianye had no intention of letting Zhao Clan stand up for him. Immediately said: "I can handle this myself."

Zhao Jundu's brows darkened but he said: "The empire has rules, and **** battles are **** battles. Of course everyone abides by them on the surface, but it's easy to block open guns, but hard to guard against hidden arrows. Since this matter happened because of Yu Ying Now, it’s natural for me, Lord Zhao, to come forward.”

Qianye thought for a while and said, "I have my own debts to settle with them. Some things cannot be measured by interests."

Zhao Jundu was so smart that he immediately heard what he meant. Negotiations between powerful families are nothing more than trade-offs. Even Zhao Yuying's status is nothing more than a bargaining chip on the negotiation table between the two major families, but their value is different.

However, in the battle of Black Current, what would have happened if Song Zining had not turned the tide and created a miracle with one hand? Although they were victorious in the end, Qianye was not prepared to forget what the Nangong family had done, and he wanted to settle this grudge in his own way.

The two fell silent for a moment.

The atmosphere in the big campus over there is still as lively as ever, and only a few happy notes are left after passing through the lush branches and leaves, making this small world extraordinarily quiet and peaceful.

Zhao Jundu suddenly said: "Actually, when I was little, I hated you the most."

Qianye was startled and turned around to look. In the sparse shadows of the tree crown, Zhao Jundu's flawless face was still dazzling as if it could shine through.

"This is the first time I saw my mother cry, secretly, behind everyone's back. I know it's because of you."

"You are sitting by the window, you are so small, not much longer than...a vase."

"I pushed you down on the bed. You struggled for a long time, sat up on your own, pushed you down, and sat up again. You are so stupid that you can't even cry."

"I couldn't speak until I was two years old."

"Father saw that I always went to your yard and thought I liked you too."

"The wet nurse who took care of you at first was a little lazy. She often didn't dry your hair completely after bathing you. Once, you caught the wind and had a fever. Your face was red and hot, but you didn't cry. She just said, It hurts.”

Zhao Jundu's words were intermittent, and he did not even describe a complete thing, as if he was telling himself more. His expression was very calm, and his eyes were fixed on a point in the void, as if he could see the long river of time flowing backward.

Qianye listened patiently, that was also his life, although he no longer had any memory.

The wind roared across the land of eternal night, the branches and leaves swayed, and the rustling sound became louder and louder. Zhao Jundu's slightly cold voice became more fragmented, and at some point, it stopped completely.

In the early morning, Qianye quietly left and returned to Heiliu.

When Qianye returned to Blackstream City, he almost didn’t recognize the lively and noisy city in front of him. It was already ten o'clock in the evening when he arrived, but the city gate was not closed, and there were long lines of motorcades and people waiting to pay to enter the city.

The lights in the city are also bright, and you can vaguely hear the roar of people and even music.

Qianye squeezed into the crowd. The Dark Fire officer at the city gate recognized him and immediately saluted, "Sir Qianye, you are back!" Then he tried his best to carve a way out of the crowd.

Qianye stepped into the city and was stunned by the sight in front of him. He almost forgot to ask the dark fire officer a question.

On the main road that leads directly to the west city gate, the crowd can be described as rubbing shoulders. There are many stalls on both sides of the road, selling everything, and there are even dancers circling in the street.

Qianye was speechless for a moment. He looked up at the sky and saw that the gray iron curtain had collapsed like a curtain. If not, he would have almost forgotten that Blackstream City was still within the scope of the **** battle.

"What's going on?"

"The Hidden Spring Business Group is here! This time they will stay for three days!" There was a hint of excitement in the voice of the dark fire officer.

Life in Yongye Continent is monotonous and boring most of the time. Blackstream City has been only a third-rate city since its establishment, and it is located on the border. The caravans that come and go are also mainly practical, and luxury goods are rarely seen, let alone large business groups such as Hidden Spring, which are ranked high in the empire.

Hidden spring? The place where Ah Qi, Ah Jiu, and the deceased Seventeen were born. Something tingled slightly in Qianye's heart.

Immediately Qianye remembered that Song Zining had not once or twice encouraged him to go to the big city to watch the performance of the Hidden Spring Merchant Group and buy some good stuff on the way, but he refused every time. Unexpectedly, Song Zining would actually have the ability to bring Hidden Spring to Heiliu City.

The **** battle is not over yet!

Qianye's face suddenly turned dark. He looked at the noisy street in front of him and asked, "Why are there so many people in the city?"

It turns out that after Song Zining began to accept the joining of the family team, more and more people came to Blackstream City. These are the true aristocratic children of the upper continent. Even if life is simpler during the war, the original supplies in Blackstream City are too rough and meager.

Of course, the children of those aristocratic families will not be short of money. Song Zining has his own means in this regard, so gradually various business groups come to Blackstream City to trade, and the flow of people is increasing. It wasn't until the Hidden Spring Merchant Group traveling across the continents announced that they would perform a three-day performance in Blackstream City that the excitement reached its peak.

Even though Blackstream City is located under the Iron Curtain, there is still an endless stream of people coming from other places in Mikawa County and even surrounding counties.

Thinking of the dark army assembled in Mountain No. 87 hundreds of kilometers away, and then looking at the bustling neighborhood in front of him, Qianye no longer knew what to say. How does this look like a frontline war zone?

When Qianye walked into the gate of Dark Fire Base, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was still very normal here and everything was in order. The sentry tower and observation deck were heavily guarded, and the cold light of firearms occasionally reflected from the commanding heights. A long bugle was sounding over at the main campus, which must have ended at the end of the evening drill.

Qianye met Song Hu at the door of the main building, who had just finished handling military affairs for the day. He asked that Song Zining was in the small school field next to the armory, and went directly to find him.

However, Qianye felt a little strange in his heart as he walked. It is rare to see Song Zining practicing seriously. It is said that his martial arts comes from the understanding of calligraphy and painting. He doesn't even do virtual fighting, let alone practicing firearms and weapons in a small school so late at night.

The small school yard is the northernmost part of the armory, an open space in front of a spare aerostat warehouse, which is specially used by several senior officers of Dark Fire for open-air training.

The small venue is brightly lit with Force lights, and the two rusty doors of the warehouse are open. A small trailer is placed next to the door, with various melee weapons and firearms on it.

At this time, there was a lounge chair placed in front of the trailer. The material seemed to be some kind of rare wood. The workmanship was very exquisite and the lines were smooth. As soon as you saw it, you would feel that it would be very comfortable to lie on it.

Qianye recognized Song Zining from a distance and was sleeping on the recliner. He was completely speechless at this moment.

Of course there are other people who are doing firearms training. There is a ball of white light hovering in the small school field. It is a long-handled saber-style melee weapon, which is most suitable for the front army to use when charging.

Qianye watched the ball of white light hovering, slashing horizontally, and slashing diagonally. Although the moves were a bit monotonous, they were heavy and light and extremely smooth. Obviously, people who use knives are very suitable for using such heavy weapons.

But why is the overall position of this white light so low?

At this time, the white light faded, revealing a small figure, and the long knife flew up, drew an arc and fell into the trailer where the weapons were placed, without making any impact.

Qianye looked at the little figure in a daze, and a strange idea suddenly came to his mind. Is there something wrong with Zhu Ji's early childhood education?

Zhu Ji stood there, touched her slightly curly hair, and then pulled up her small skirt in the style of an ancient costume. Then she rushed towards Song Zining like a cannonball, climbed onto his knees skillfully, and stood up straight. Sit properly.

Song Zining moved, slowly opened his eyes, looked at Zhu Ji, who was sitting elegantly on his lap, as if she were at a banquet, and smiled with an unknown meaning. Then he turned his head, looked at Qianye, and said with a smile: "You're back?"

PS: Finally, we made it before twelve o’clock without interruption!

Thank you to the Supreme Light Will Not Tell, thank you to the new leader pathpass and cki1976, and thank you to the new leader of the Silver League for reinstalling.

Thank you to all the readers who contributed to the 153-layer cake, and of course, thank you for the flowers.

I can’t control my time on weekdays, so I start writing very late, but I’m working hard to pay off my debt. I have to jump into the hole I dug even though I have tears in my eyes.