The capital is very busy.

After the birthday party of the king of the country, the big red lanterns of every household were not taken down.

Because in two days, it will be the Spring Festival.

As the most important festival in the past year, Tianlong people attach great importance to it.

Even the king stayed up late to write, preparing to use it as a gift to the ministers.

Only Xu Yi, the idle king of southern Xinjiang, was leisurely and contented.

Yichen's injuries improved very quickly and his consciousness was already very clear.

Early in the morning, Yichen had breakfast, sat in a wheelchair, and was pushed by Hongye to the park of Nanwang Mansion.

Xu Yi was practicing Tai Chi, one move after another, very slowly.

It is said that there were Tai Chi masters in the ancient dynasty who used the method of Tai Chi to sweep the world's warriors.

But a thousand years later, after the collapse of the ancient dynasty and the war between the princes, the real Tai Chi has been lost. What has been passed down now is nothing more than fitness methods. Young people don’t want to learn it. However, some old people fight quite seriously.

"King of the South."

When Xu Yi finished playing a set of Tai Chi, Yichen spoke with a smile.

"The injury has not healed yet. What should I do if I run out and catch a cold?" Xu Yi blamed.

Yichen shook his head and smiled, "After all, I was a master, and I was in good health."

Hongye couldn't help feeling a little sad when she heard this.

But Xu Yi looked calm on Yichen's face, without any sadness. He thought he had already walked out of the shadow of his broken leg and had a stable mentality.

"After the Spring Festival, you should follow me back to southern Xinjiang, which is your home." Xu Yi said.

Yichen thought for a while and smiled bitterly: "What else can I do besides dragging my legs when I go to southern Xinjiang?"

"That's not what it means."

When Xu Yi reached out, Hongye handed over a clean towel.

After wiping his face, Xu Yi smiled and said, "You are only an eighth-rank official in the Ministry of War these years, but you have extraordinary achievements in military arts and military books. You can train troops or take over military law when you go to the southern border. Yan Wei has a heavy burden, so it's better to help him share the burden."

"Yes, Brother Yichen, southern Xinjiang has been changing with each passing year and has developed rapidly. Let's see if the soldiers we train are better than before. If there are any shortcomings, you can point them out, after all, you are clearly onlookers." Hongye also advised.

Xu Yi could see a hint of desire in Yichen's eyes.

My parents died early and never married in my life. In Yichen's heart, southern Xinjiang is the family.

After hesitating for a long time, Yichen hesitated and said: "I am really useful to southern Xinjiang?"

"I am now the king of southern Xinjiang, one of the great kings in all directions. Will I cheat you of an eighth-rank official?" Xu Yi said with a smile.

Yichen also laughed and focused: "Okay, we will go back to southern Xinjiang after the New Year."

"That's great!" Hongye was very happy.

At this moment, an imperial guard rushed over and knelt on one knee: "Report to the King of Southern, someone outside the mansion asked for a visit."

"who?"

"The person who came called himself Shen Xiaojun from the North."

When Hongye heard this, she frowned.

"Please go to the main hall."

"Here."

Xu Yi stretched, looked at the rising sun hanging in the sky, and smiled and said, "Let's go, the debt collector is here."

The red leaves were immediately overjoyed.

In the heart of the Southern King, Shen Xiaojun is just a debt collector!

In the main hall of the Nanwang Mansion, Xu Yi saw Shen Xiaojun wearing a white dress.

The long hair is floating and the figure is graceful. Just looking at the back is enough to make people sway.

This Shen Xiaojun is indeed extremely beautiful.

Perhaps feeling Xu Yi's gaze, Shen Xiaojun turned around and smiled brightly, bowed slightly: "Shen Xiaojun pays homage to the Southern King."

"Miss Chen, please sit down, Hongye, and have tea."

"Here."

Hongye poured a cup of tea unwillingly and handed it to Chen Xiaojun.

Chen Xiaojun looked at Hongye's pretty face and laughed: "Hongye, are you hostile to me?"

"Who is hostile to you? Being sentimental." Hongye curled her lips.

"Are you afraid that I will steal your Nanwang?" Chen Xiaojun smiled again.

Hongye's face turned red in an instant, and she gritted her teeth and stared at her: "Nonsense!"

"Actually, you don't have to do this. Even if I marry the King of Southern, you can be a concubine, or a maid with a family. How about the two of us sisters? " Chen Xiaojun said narrowly.

"you……"

"Ahem cough cough..."

Xu Yi coughed twice, his expression a little awkward.

This Chen Xiaojun is really fierce and dares to say anything.

"King Nan, after parting in the northern border, I didn't expect your strength to improve again. It really makes Xiaojun envious. I wonder if Xiaojun is qualified to let Nanwang teach martial arts?" Chen Xiaojun said with a smile.

Hongye snorted, flipped his hand, and the cicada wing knife circled in his palm: "Come on, I'll teach you."

"you?"

Chen Xiaojun curled his lips: "Nanhongye Beixiaojun, we are as famous as we are, you can't teach me."

"If you haven't fought seriously, how can you know that you can't teach me? If you lose, you dare to take me as your teacher?" Hongye began to use the provocation method.

Chen Xiaojun immediately stood up and said proudly: "Okay, then fight. Whoever loses will take the other party as his teacher!"

"A word is like a catastrophe!"

"It's hard to chase after all!"

With a swish, the two women disappeared at the same time.

Then, there was a jingling sound outside.

Xu Yi sat down without moving, rubbed his temples, and felt a little headache.

Yichen turned his wheelchair and smiled and said, "King Nan, the luck of peach blossoms is here."

"The peach blossom disaster is almost the same. This Chen Xiaojun, the daughter of the King of Beizhao."

Yichen was stunned when he heard this, and then his expression became serious: "You must not get along with her too deeply, otherwise Tianlong will be unstable."

Obviously, Yichen could think of the result of marriage between the two major war zones in the north and south.

And this is something that every celestial dragon person can think of.

"In terms of strength alone, the two should be not much different, but compared to Hongye, Chen Xiaojun is a little more cunning, and his military strategy is even better. In other things, Hongye cannot fight against him." Yichen said.

Xu Yi nodded and agreed with Yichen's statement.

"Don't you go and have a look?" Yichen asked.

Xu Yi shook his head: "If you don't look, there will be no result."

Sure enough, as Xu Yi expected.

Half an hour passed, and the sound of gold and iron remained the same.

An hour passed, and the voice of the sweet-headed voice was still coming.

One and a half hours...

Two hours...

"Two generals, the King of Southern said to fight after eating." A servant came over and did not dare to approach him, and spoke respectfully.

Hongye and Shen Xiaojun were both panting, their faces were full of sweat, and they were full of dissatisfaction.

In fact, the two women are just fighting each other, not fighting for life and death, so they can't decide the winner after fighting for so long.

If it is a life-and-death battle, it will probably be one death and one decay, or they will die together.

"I'm hungry and continue after lunch!"

"Okay, are you afraid of you?"

Washing his face and hands, the two women sat angrily at the dining table.

"This is Yichen, the judge of the Southern Xinjiang Army." Xu Yi introduced.

Chen Xiaojun stood up and gave a gift: "General Yichen, I have heard of the great name for a long time."
To be continued...