The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

On the school grounds, Liu Yang, who had already recovered, was pressed by two soldiers on a wooden bench, unable to move.

He turned his head to look at Liu Jinbao, who was standing beside him with a military stick, and squinted his eyes and threatened: "Liu Jinbao, if you want to have a better life in this army in the future, you'd better figure out how to drop the military stick."

Liu Jinbao kicked his eyes and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Liu Dutong, his subordinates will weigh it clearly, and let's talk about how strong this subordinate's small body can be."

Of course he had to weigh it, otherwise wouldn't he be blind to this stick that was exchanged for one hundred taels?

A businessman, he was taught from a young age not to trade at a loss!

Liu Yang glanced at him disdainfully, and said with reassurance, "Let's start."

Liu Jinbao smiled, his hand holding the military stick tightened, he raised it high, and clenched his teeth and fell fiercely...

pop~

"Ah... Liu Jinbao, you don't want to live anymore, do you?"

Liu Jinbao shook his numb hand secretly, and said with a harmless face: "I'm sorry Liu Dutong, this is the first time my subordinate is not familiar with using a military stick, I will pay attention to it next time."

After all, he held the stick in both hands again without hesitation, raised it high, and fell heavily...

"Liu Jinbao!" Liu Yang's face was contorted in pain, and the two soldiers who were pressing him almost didn't hold back.

"I'm sorry, I'm too nervous, I'll try again."

again?

Liu Yang was stunned for a moment, but before he could understand what these two words meant, another stick fell from his back, and at the same time, Liu Jinbao's deliberately raised voice sounded behind him: "One."

one? Damn it, Liu Jinbao, you are courting death.

Liu Yang's eyes were splitting and he saw Meng Wu standing outside the camp.

Liu Yang: ? ?

"Liu Dutong, the general is watching, the subordinates dare not release the water, please bear with it." Liu Jinbao had a beating expression on his face.

The military stick was raised above his head again and fell...

"Two." Let you bully the little witch.

"Three." Makes you stupid.

"Four." Makes you look down on us recruits.

Liu Yang's facial features were wrinkled in pain, and big drops of sweat appeared on his forehead, but it was because Meng Wu, who might still be staring at him, didn't dare to shout.

"Eight."

"Nine."

...

He was beaten and kicked by Song Jinghuan and was injured all over his body, but Liu Jinbao stared at one place maliciously.

However, with the fifteenth army stick, Liu Yang fainted from the pain.

Liu Jinbao just didn't know that when he hit the last blow, he stopped to rest for a while and used his strength to end the punishment.

"twenty."

"Ah..." Liu Yang, who had fainted, was woken up in pain, and he fainted again with only a cry of pain.

Liu Jinbao shrank his neck and asked the two soldiers who were holding Liu Yang, "Did I hit too hard?"

Soldier A and Soldier B: Do you have any points in your heart? Look at Liu Dutong's bloody back.

Seeing the affirmative answer from the expressions of the two, Liu Jinbao was relieved.

Emma, ​​exhausted him.

But this one hundred taels of silver is worth it!

Returning to the residential area from the school grounds, Liu Jinbao's first thing was to go to Song Jinghuan to ask for credit, but she was told that she had brought someone to clean up the battlefield.

Liu Jinbao had no choice but to look for it. As soon as he climbed up the tower, he saw a petite figure sitting on the wall not far away, with two legs hanging in the air outside the tower.

With a thump in his heart, he rushed over in a hurry.

Hearing the footsteps, Song Jinghuan turned back subconsciously, and before she could see who was coming, she kept putting her hand on her waist.

The person behind her carried her down from the wall, perhaps using too much force, causing the center of gravity to become unstable and the two of them fell backwards at the same time, and fell into a ball like an arhat.

Song Jinghuan: ? ? ?

"Song Jinghuan, aren't you, didn't you just get scolded by a child soldier, what's wrong with that?"

"Besides, didn't you beat him already? I just avenged you..."

Liu Jinbao hugged the person who fell on him, and opened his mouth to give Barabala a lesson.

Fear has overcome the pain of falling out of the body.

Hearing this voice, Song Jinghuan's action of drawing the knife paused, struggling to remember, not wanting Liu Jinbao who was behind him to squeeze more tightly.

"Don't be impulsive, I have already checked, Liu Yang deliberately humiliated Sun Hao and the others because you lost face to Meng Linlang. He is venting his anger on Meng Linlang..."

Song Jinghuan:  …

"You fucking let me go first," she said angrily.

"No, what should I do if I let you go and jump off the building again?" Thinking of Song Jinghuan's force value, Liu Jinbao simply used both legs, pinching her legs tightly.

Song Jinghuan, who had heard the sentence to avenge himself and didn't want to beat others, couldn't bear it anymore, he raised his only movable head and slammed it backwards.

"Who told you that I was going to die? If you don't let me go, you will die!"

Hiss~ Liu Jinbao's smashed eyes flashed gold stars, and she was stunned when she realized what she said.

Song Jinghuan took the opportunity to break free, rolled over and straddled him, clenched his fists and smashed at him...

Liu Jinbao was so frightened that he closed his eyes, and after waiting for a long time, he didn't wait for the fist that should have dropped long ago. When he realized that the person pressing him had left, he quietly opened his eyes and threw a handkerchief on his face.

"Wipe the blood." Song Jinghuan said with a guilty conscience.

Liu Jinbao was stunned, grabbed the handkerchief and wiped it on his face, looking at the blood on it, his hands trembled: "It's over, I'm broken, you have to be responsible for me."

Go to hell with a guilty conscience, Song Jinghuan rolled his eyes, turned around and climbed onto the wall again and sat down.

Liu Jinbao touched his nose, and unexpectedly touched the blood on one hand again. He raised his two hands, slipped the handkerchief into his arms, wiped the nosebleed with his sleeves, and climbed up the wall like Song Jinghuan. Carefully sat down beside her.

"Are you homesick?" he asked.

He has only been here for a month and has been thinking about home several times. This girl came earlier than him, and it is normal to be homesick.

"No, I'm trying to figure out how to last a month." Song Jing sighed happily.

"What do you mean?" Liu Jinbao didn't respond.

Song Jinghuan turned to look at him: "Nanling Pass is about to fail."

By then, they will all die here.

Liu Jinbao's pupils shrank: "How do you know?"

"Only a fool like you can't see it." Song Jinghuan pointed at the city wall: "We were forced into the pass from outside Nanling Pass step by step. Do you see what happened to the city wall when people used black powder to blow it up?"

Liu Jinbao said anxiously: "Well, then... you are the young lady of the State Duke's Mansion, you go and tell General Xiao and ask him to send you back to Chang'an..."

Song Jing gave a happy meal, thinking that Liu Jinbao, a coward, would be so frightened by her words that she would cry and call her mother to go home.

"Let's go, we'll find General Xiao now..." Liu Jinbao turned around and jumped off the wall to pull her.

Song Jinghuan avoided his hand: "I won't leave, I have to wait for my brother and sister-in-law."

Noticing that Liu Jinbao's face was pale, she comforted: "Don't worry, my elder brother and sister-in-law will be here in a month. As long as we hold on for this month, everyone will not have to die."

"No matter how powerful they are, there are only two of them, not to mention that you say you can't keep it up, we can't last for a month at all..." Liu Jinbao has met Shen Yijia, and this month, Song Jinghuan can often hear the two hanging up On the lips, it is no stranger to nature.

"No, I have already thought of a way." Song Jinghuan stood up and looked at the direction of the Wu army.

There was a sure-fire gleam in his eyes.

Liu Jinbao was taken aback: "What, what can I do?"

At the same time, Xiao Qirui also discussed the next plan with the soldiers in the tent.

"What, blow up the black powder?"

The left commander of the Pioneer Battalion, Lu Chuan, raised his voice.

"That's right." Xiao Qirui looked at the map: "Sir Song will be able to reach Nanling Pass in a month. If we want to survive until then, we must blow up the black powder of Wu State."

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(Oh my god, a treasurer gave me 12 monthly passes today, and it must be more than 4000 words tomorrow. In addition, the next chapter of Shijia will come out.)