However, after seeing this, they found that the appearance of the Little Commander Luan was so handsome that it was like a noble young man walking out of an ancient painting.

Of course, their young general Luan is much colder and ruthless than the noble son in the painting. He has the appearance of the noble son, but his temperament and temper are like a cold-faced Yan Luo.

They couldn't help but think of when they were fourteen or fifteen years old.

At that time, it seemed that they were always in trouble. Relying on their identity and the indulgence of their parents and elders, they didn’t do any serious things at all. They spent the whole day visiting brothels with a group of friends, eating, drinking and having fun, pulling the master’s beard, secretly tearing off the homework done by classmates, fighting and teasing good women...

The boy in front of him was only fourteen or fifteen years old, but he could use his own strength to cure them so that they were not as good as death. At this time, they were so nervous that they were like a child.

They weren't so nervous when they were studying in school before.

"So many people look obedient and frightened at the same time..." Wen Zheng stood beside Jiu Rao, looking at the Imperial Guard who was standing neatly and standard on the school ground, and her lips twitched slightly, "This appearance appeared on the faces of five big and three thick warriors, which made people feel inconsistent."

Jiurao's lips slightly raised: "It's indeed inconsistent."

Knowing that Luan Fei had arranged an Imperial Guards to practice today, Jiu Rao called Wen Zheng and Mo Hua to the attic opposite the school ground, and watched the impressive but strange atmosphere on the school ground from afar.

Unexpectedly, I saw a group of imperial guards staring at Luan Fei nervously. This kind of nervousness that seemed to be a child who had caused trouble when facing his parents appeared on the imperial guards, which really made people feel strange - especially the person who made them nervous on the opposite side was a "little brat" who had just turned fifteen years old.

One month is a hellish month for the Imperial Guard, and the effect is obvious.

Jiurao put one hand on the railing, held her chin, and casually turned her head to ask General Shen beside her: "How many times will you be kicked out in February?"

Commander Shen shook his head: "No one was kicked."

No one got kicked?

Jiurao was surprised: "I thought I would kick at least thirty or fifty."

Commander Shen was silent for a while, lowered his eyes and said, "Deputy Commander Luan has a sharp temper, decisive temperament, and has strong strength. He has the ability to cure stubbornness and laziness, but he is open-minded and will not avenge his private revenge. He did not take this opportunity to kick out the person who offended him before."

Whether it is strength or demeanor, right deputy commander Shen Jin cannot compare to the newly appointed left deputy commander.

"Avenge private revenge?" Jiu Rao smiled faintly, her voice was light but cold, "If he really dared to do this, I wouldn't be able to spare him."

Commander Shen was slightly shocked when he heard this, and lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"It is because he has the strength, means, and can tolerate others that I have let him be the deputy commander." Jiu Rao said, "The Imperial Guard is used to being lazy, and only Luan Fei can take action without any scruples. If he had an ordinary person, I was afraid that he would really have no choice but to deal with them."

Commander Shen nodded: "Your Majesty is wise."

Although the Imperial Guard is a soldier, unlike those soldiers who go to the battlefield, first of all, only people will turn a blind eye to their behavior.

There are more than 10,000 imperial guards in the Jiumen and the palace, and at least 40% of them are from the gentry. How can people control it?

Who dares to take the blame?
Chapter completed!