Chapter 268

Leng Yiyao looked up and saw Hemo's face.

Deep and cold facial features, like a layer of thin ice, even the corners of the eyes are a little more cold. It was probably because he had always indulged her. Since entering the imperial capital, she had never seen him show such a look.

They are all people who will not easily trust others from the bottom of their hearts. Because, with too much blood behind him and too much slaughter, his innocence and innocence are long gone.

At this moment, instead of being angry, she smiled like a flower, like a fragrant orchid quietly exuding in the air, so beautiful that it took your breath away.

Hemo looked startled, but saw that she had looked away, took another sip of tea, and said lightly: "Fighting is martial arts; If you're interested, I'll show it to you next time." She raised her head, looked up at the sky, and the Milky Way fell into her eyes, as if bringing her back to her homeland. She suddenly remembered what the instructor said back then, and couldn't help whispering softly. Martial arts, which was popular in the motherland many years ago, has gradually passed away in the vast years. There are too many memories imprinted in her mind, not at all unwilling to say, but it is not a good thing that others know too much.

Just like this one...

Stop Ge Fang and use force?

Thinking about good fortune and doing whatever is right is a technique?

Homer frowned, hearing such an explanation for the first time.

Martial arts?

Is there such a genre in the empire? Or is he ignorant and ignorant of all this?

Seeing her gaze at the sky, she was sluggish, as if she had taken off all the disguise, and she looked a little out of the dust.

Homer was really sure that she was really drunk.

However, there was still a trace of clarity in his mind.

Right now, he stayed in the room, chatting with her, but for her, it was a disturbance.

He got up and sighed helplessly: "Forget it, when you figure it out one day, if you want to talk to someone, I'll be there anytime." He didn't understand why a sixteen-year-old child was so complicated. Identity, status, and behavior can be faked, but a person's soul can never be faked. In front of her, even though he was aloof and holding the military circle, she was not afraid. Just admiration, just convince, but not in awe.

Deep down, in her eyes, he was just an ordinary person like her. Will be born, old, sick and die, will experience everything, such sobriety, such calm...

His palms clenched slightly, as if to suppress his emotions, but also as if he was too excited to be himself.

When Leng Yiyao looked up at him again, he found that his eyes were as strong as a jar of old wine, buried under a tree for many years and just dug up. Strong aroma and long stamina-

Her heart was a little hot for no reason. She reached out and touched her face. After drinking at night, the heat did not dissipate at all. She was like a little girl who had never experienced anything in the world.

Isn't she just an innocent little girl?

The corners of her eyes are wet, like a elk lost in the forest, so noble and cute, people can't help but want to take it into her arms...

"It's getting late, so I won't bother you." Hemo's expression suddenly changed, and in Leng Yiyao's surprised expression, he stood up, moved the coffee table, and quietly stopped her movement: "You just No need to send it, I will have the change of clothes delivered to the door tomorrow morning, go to bed early, and it will not be easy to report to the military academy tomorrow."

hiss?

Leng Yiyao was a little confused about the fan who came when he said it, and left when he said it.

What does it mean when you suddenly turn your head and walk away before you say a few words?

It was obvious that he wanted to come in and chat.

"Okay." However, she was a little dizzy tonight, and she didn't want to keep him any longer. He could do whatever he said.

She got up, still preparing to send him off with a pretense.

Who knows, he just moved the coffee table, the position changed, and it just landed at her feet. She didn't pay attention, and her whole body staggered and fell forward.

At the moment when her body lost her balance, Leng Yiyao couldn't help but cursed the delicate body in her heart. Ma Dan, I just drank a bottle of wine, and it's still a low degree of fruit wine, why is it so disobedient?

Seeing her loose bathrobe wrapping her slender rope into his arms, Homer's first reaction was to stretch out his right hand to hold her steady. Who knows, she suddenly rotated half of her body out of thin air, just avoiding his contact, and lying on her back on the coffee table...

The air between the two suddenly became particularly dignified.

Leng Yiyao blinked her eyes and rubbed her shoulders, thinking that it's okay, her weight is not heavy, that is to say, she is slightly stretched, this soft bathrobe takes off a lot of strength.

But when he looked up, he saw that Hemo's face turned black to the end!

"You just don't want me to catch you?" It was clear that as long as she didn't move, she would be supported by him, nothing happened, but she avoided his right hand!

Is his hand electrified?

Can't touch it!

Leng Yiyao let out an "uh", not realizing where this man's temper was coming from. She was just a subconscious action, could it hurt the self-esteem of his big man?

Besides, she was lying on the coffee table and didn't really bump into it. Does he need this reaction?

His brain was corroded by alcohol and his IQ was almost dropped. Leng Yiyao couldn't understand what Hemo meant.

Is it wrong that she didn't take advantage of him?

I heard that no one dared to throw their arms at him before, and the next day, they decided to drag him out and beat him to death.

She was clearly thinking of her own life.

"Hello, hello!" Hemo put down his hands and looked stiff. He just looked at her like that, and said nothing, turned his head and left.

"Hey," she turned over from the coffee table, and was about to say, "Slow down, I'll send you off." But the man in front of her suddenly froze, causing her to almost bump into it.

The dark and distinct pupils lowered and landed directly in front of her eyes. He bent over and was so close to her that his breath could almost touch the other's face: "Tomorrow morning, I will ask Frey to take you to report, don't be late."

So, the man's face is like a March day. Sometimes sunny, sometimes cloudy, sometimes showery.

Leng Yiyao almost rolled his eyes at him, thinking that you are taking care of too much.

Homer rubbed his temples, wondering why he had just come to her room so busy. She was clearly drunk, so drunk.

The words didn't work, on the contrary, he made a fuss. Not worth the loss!

Turning around, regardless of her expression pack, he closed the door and left.

Frey, who was sitting on the sofa on the first floor, suddenly shook his neck and looked at the marshal in disbelief.

Could it be that this black face was driven out by Miss Leng?

Thinking about it further, it was just fine. Miss Leng became a good-natured student after she was clearly drunk. She agreed to say anything with a good temper. What did the marshal do to anger Miss Leng, who was rarely so temperamental?

Thinking about it again, when Leng Yiyao came to open the door just now, that white bathrobe with a slender and tender neck, hiss—

"Why are you standing there stupid? Don't go back to sleep!" Hemo went downstairs and saw Frey looking at him with a strange expression, only to feel that his blood began to churn. I haven't had this kind of anger in years. He kindly wanted to save her, but he was still rejected?

"Yes, yes." Frey lowered his head and almost immediately suppressed the shocked expression on his face.

He, he seemed to have guessed the truth of the indescribable thing.

Finally, looking up at the room upstairs, Frey made a silent cross in his heart, apologetically. He didn't expect that the marshal would take advantage of Miss Leng's drunken beast.

No wonder he asked him when he was at the door just now, Miss Leng's reaction when she was drunk, and after he answered, she immediately went upstairs to check...

Frey glanced at his mouth, looked at Homer's back, and sighed.

Marshal, you are too impatient...

Homer was furious when he returned to the room, don't think he didn't see the meaning in Frey's eyes.

Do you think he was deliberately taking advantage of Leng Yiyao in the room?

Which eye did he see?

Does he need to use this kind of wrist?

But when he thought of her elk-like eyes just now, his anger was suddenly wiped out.

A little girl who drank too much has completely destroyed the temperament that he has cultivated for so many years. Should he be thankful that he has not yet become an old man, or should he grit his teeth for this man's unconscious actions?

Suddenly sitting on the sofa, he glanced at the moonlight outside the window.

So, Leng Yiyao, are you ready? Are you ready for tomorrow's trip to the military academy, ready to enter the world I live in, and enter the cradle of the training of high-ranking military officials?