Just now, Shiqi praised Gu Lan so excessively, yet she remained exceptionally composed.
Unexpectedly, a single remark from Rong Heng caused Young Master Gu’s face to turn an unusual shade of red.
Gu Lan’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she thought to herself, Brother Hang is really becoming more and more uninhibited, who belongs to his family...
The military tent fell into a brief silence, as a group of straight n suddenly felt oddly satisfied.
After a while, Li Yuanju suppressed his anger and asked, "What did Fifth Young Master Rong just say? Do you an Gu Lan can defeat this General?"
Gu Lan: How strange, he heard it clearly, why ask again.
"If you’re deaf, go and get it treated. How can soone be a general if they’re deaf?"
Li Yuanju: "..."
Gu Lan glanced at Rong Heng, and the two exchanged a smile.
Since she held such a high regard in Brother Hang and Shiqi’s eyes, she couldn’t let them down.
"Let’s go, General Li just boasted of his unrivaled martial arts skills. So let’s have a match. If you win, I’ll follow your orders without a word of complaint. If you lose, you’ll have to behave."
Gu Lan deliberately raised her voice a few notches, so much so that even the personal soldiers on guard outside could hear her words.
"Gu Lan, you really won’t shed tears until you see the coffin." Li Yuanju clenched his fists, snorted coldly, and strode out.
The two walked to an open area outside the military camp, and the soldiers in the camp, hearing the news, were drawn over, all chattering excitedly.
They had just been through a battle, many with injuries, their spirits flagging, but seeing Gu Lan’s relaxed deanor, they couldn’t help but perk up again.
Su Yi, observing this, mused aloud, "Such a way to boost morale, Young Master Gu is indeed a clever person."
Rong Heng raised the corners of his lips with pride, "Naturally."
Su Yi’s stern face showed a touch of caution, and he softly said:
"It has been years since this subordinate last saw Your Highness, never would have imagined, Your Highness turned out to be a...I rember when you were young, you quite liked playing with the pretty little palace maids, doing this, have you considered that the Xiao Family might end without descendants, *sniff sniff*."
Rong Heng, with a serious expression, retorted, "Stop talking nonsense, I never played with palace maids... nor did I play with eunuchs! As for not having heirs, don’t worry."
Su Yi’s eyes lit up: "Does Your Highness an you’re not serious with the Young Master, and will still continue the Xiao family line?"
Rong Heng: "What I an is don’t worry, my surna is Rong, the Xiao family has long been without descendants."
"..."
On the field, Li Yuanju shouted sternly, "Young Master Gu, in the heat of battle, weapons do not have eyes. Don’t bla this general if you get hurt."
Gu Lan finished eating a candied fruit, clapped her hands together, and responded leisurely, "With your words, I am relieved."
Li Yuanju wielded his ring-headed saber, having been trained in martial arts since childhood. He was tall, robust, and had spent many years on the battlefield, clearly skilled in martial arts and presenting an imposing presence.
In contrast, Gu Lan was just a slender young person not yet of age.
She wore no armor, her black hair and white clothes were complented by a bright red hair ribbon that flowed gracefully. Under the sunlight, her features were excessively striking.
It was said that Young Master Gu had traveled a long distance to the Southern Border, no doubt experiencing wind and sun along the way. Yet, her handso and distinguished face remained as fair as jade, unlike the rough and rugged soldiers, appearing more like a romantic gentleman sipping wine among flowers.
The onlookers were all worried for Gu Lan.
If they hadn’t seen Gu Lan’s blood-soaked battle figure two days earlier with their own eyes, they might have already been jeering her collectively at this mont. But now, only a small portion of the soldiers and leaders still believed she could defeat Li Yuanju.
Shiqi’s eyes were fervently fixed on Gu Lan, yet she inadvertently noticed Gu Lan smiling at Fifth Young Master Rong.
They were really well-matched...
Shiqi’s eyes dimd for an instant, then quickly regained strength, and with all her courage shouted excitedly:
"Young Master, you’re the best!"
Gu Lan turned her head sideways, offering a slight smile, her voice clear and alluring, "No need to shout, save your voice, drink so water to refresh in a bit."
Shiqi blushed and nodded.
The people around: It feels like we’re surrounded by homosexuals.
Rong Heng: He seed to have fallen for a stinky man who is especially double-standard towards girls.
Shiqi brought over Gu Lan’s Tiger Head Golden Spear: "Young Master, your weapon."
Gu Lan glanced at the ring-headed saber in Li Yuanju’s hand, saying: "No need, as they say, when one-inch longer gives one-inch strength, I’m afraid using my spear would seem like bullying."
With that, she calmly drew out the treasure sword given by Prince Rui.
They were all generals of the Southern Border, how could they not recognize Rong Shuo’s sword?
This sword was once worn daily by the Prince, never leaving his side. Just half a year ago, after a trip to the capital, no one knew where it went. They thought the Prince had given it to the young prince, but unexpectedly.....
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