On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Luan Fei arrived at the imperial capital and entered the palace to meet the saint.

Jiurao summoned him in the plum forest of the Imperial Garden.

The young man wearing a silver-white fitted battle robe wrapped in a sky-blue cloak looked handsome and steep, and his body was as tall as pine and bamboo. His half-year battle on the battlefield made his skin darker, his eyebrows and eyes were even more stern and sharp, and his whole person exuded a dazzling brilliance that was hard to ignore.

Just like the sun in the sky in July, it is dazzling and shining.

"See Your Majesty." When he arrived at the front of the corridor, the young man knelt down at the steps with his robe, and his whole body was filled with light and showed his obedience. "My destiny is here to come back to report on the order of Princess Chu Ning."

Jiurao sat on the corridor in the plum tree, with a few memorials and a cup of hot tea on the small table. Anxue and a few palace maids stood quietly by.

She looked through the memorial casually, and said in a faint tone: "I heard that this time I have made a great contribution."

Luan Fei pursed his lips and his head lowered a little further: "I dare not take credit for it."

Jiu Rao glanced at him. The boy's hair was a little messy because of the day and night, and a bit of dusty look could be seen between his eyebrows and eyes.

But it does not hide his elegance at all.

With the corners of his lips slightly raised, Jiu Rao smiled lazy and said, "Don't dare to take credit? This means, don't you want the credit you made on the battlefield this time?"

Luan Fei suffocated and lowered his head and said nothing.

"If you erase all your contributions, you have to return to your original form and become my male favorite again." Jiu Rao smiled, "I will answer after thinking about it."

After saying that, he picked up the teacup and took a sip, raised his eyes and looked at the scenery outside the corridor.

The plum blossoms in the first month are blooming just in time, beautiful and proud, with a silky fragrance lingering on the nose, making people unable to help but take a deep breath.

Luan Fei unconsciously clenched his hand, and was silent for a long time before whispering: "The eldest princess promoted me to become the general of the left guard."

Objectively speaking, as long as the leader of the army is fair and selfless and has no selfish intentions, the fastest and most fairest among civil officials and military generals is that when fighting on the battlefield, as long as you are strong enough to make military achievements and have major achievements on the battlefield. No matter whether you are from a poor family or from a powerful person, no matter how old you are, it is no problem to be promoted to three levels in a row.

Some people even directly promoted from an unknown soldier to a left-right general - such as Luanfei.

The promoted military rank is enough to prove his meritorious service on the battlefield. Of course, the princess must come back to present the list to the emperor and decide it by the emperor.

But when Luan Fei's dazzling performance is obviously not to be erased by being promoted to the Left Guard General.

Jiu Rao picked up the corner of her lips, raised her eyes and waved to him: "Come here."

Luan Fei stood up and walked to the corridor, and waited until Jiurao was two steps away from him and then knelt down again.

Jiu Rao reached out and raised his chin, looking at his obviously calmer eyebrows, "It seems to be a little tanned."

Luan Fei pursed his lips and his eyes drooped, maintaining a respectful posture.

"Since I'm back, I'll have a good rest for a few days to get my skin back." Jiu Rao let go of him and continued to pick up the memorial at hand to read.

The faint tone seemed to be really telling the male favorite who served the people in Israel.

Luan Fei's heart sank slightly, and he unconsciously lowered his eyelids.

There were many things to say, many questions to ask, but there was an impatient request in my heart... In the end, Luan Fei said nothing and knelt down on the side respectfully.

Until Jiurao finished reading the memorial, she looked at him with a head start: "I feel wronged?"

Luan Fei was stunned and lowered his head and said nothing.
Chapter completed!