"I..." Ji Zimo wanted to deny it.

But after all, what she said is true.

All her behaviors are indeed too strange and unconvincing.

Xia Qianqian pushed him away and leaned on the carriage instead, looking at the scenery passing by out the window with vacant eyes, "We are not suitable."

In just one sentence, the fire of hope that finally arose in his heart was extinguished with a "poof".

He has always been disdainful of women.

However, he had some thoughts about the woman in front of him, but was ignored and rejected by her.

"Do you really think I want to marry you?" he asked teasingly, his tone returning to his previous indifferent and distant tone.

Xia Qianqian glanced back at him and said with a smile: "I knew you were teasing me! So, I won't be fooled!"

She raised her eyebrows and smiled proudly. Her laughter suddenly relaxed the dull atmosphere in the carriage.

Ji Zimo's face suddenly became gloomy again.

As if she didn't know anything, Xia Qianqian raised the car curtain with one hand and couldn't help complaining: "Brother Geng, you usually drive very smoothly. Why is it so bumpy today? If you go slower, my stomach can't stand it."

On the carriage shaft, Geng Zhong pursed his lips and did not dare to answer. He stiffened his back and nodded, daring to say a single syllable, "Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

After putting down the car curtain, Xia Qianqian leaned on the car again and began to close her eyes and rest.

The eyes of the people beside her kept lingering and scrutinizing her face, but she pretended not to know.

After a moment of burning incense, the carriage stopped steadily.

Ji Zimo got out of the car first, followed closely by Xia Qianqian.

Looking up, this is an open space by the river, surrounded by high walls, with a gate built in the middle and guarded by guards.

Ji Zimo walked in front, while Xia Qianqian dressed up as a young master and followed closely behind him.

Entering from the gate, the front yard surrounds the entire large yard, with rows of renovated wing rooms, and an open playground in the middle.

After walking halfway along the circular corridor, we passed through an arch and the view in front of us changed again.

It is close to the Fu'an River. There are more than a dozen official ships docked on the shore, and soldiers are patrolling and practicing on the ships.

There are many weapons placed on the ground on the shore.

There are spears, swords, throwing knives, etc.

Groups of soldiers lined up neatly, each practicing their weapons.

Xia Qianqian looked around, curious.

Walking along the path along the shore, a small leader of officers and soldiers saw them, ran over to greet them, saluted, and led the way.

Several people wandered around in the training camp and finally arrived at the weapon refining camp.

The so-called weapon refining camp is a place in the army specifically responsible for refining weapons for soldiers.

Swords, crossbows, surveillance, and even armor, etc., are all made by the soldiers of the weapon refining camp.

The entire weapon refining camp is covered by tiles on the top of its head, and is only supported by dozens of large pillars on all sides, with some wooden boards used to partially block it.

There are stoves everywhere in the house, and the fires in the stoves are burning brightly, and many strong men are shuttled among them.

Place the red-hot iron on the steel plate, beat it hard with a hammer, and then put it into water to cool down...

In the huge place, there were "bah" sounds one after another, and along with the rising of hot steam, the temperature inside the room suddenly became many degrees higher than outside.

Some people felt so uncomfortable with the heat that they simply took off their shirts, exposed their big arms, carried big hammers, and worked harder.

Under the scorching heat, all of their faces were burned red, and sweat dripped from their foreheads.

Xia Qianqian's eyes couldn't help but fall on those people.

A person who spends all day carrying a hammer and pounding iron tools is really in great shape.

Look, there is not a trace of fat on their upper body skin, and the ends of their perfect eight-pack abs reveal charming fishtail strips.

As the hammers in their hands swung up and down, the bulging deltoid muscles on their arms changed into different postures. Against the backdrop of the firelight, their lines became more and more perfect.

Xia Qianqian stayed where she was, staring blankly, almost making her laugh.

Woohaha.

She has no future.

She is a beauty addict, and she is also a muscle worshiper.

In her previous life, she studied anatomy and loved muscle texture. Then she loved bodybuilding and charming eight-pack abs.

Unexpectedly, she would have the opportunity to see it with her own eyes in this life.

This guy has a bad eight-pack.

Turning his head, Xia Qianqian's eyes lit up, that person is not bad!

In the weapon refining barracks, many people were naked from the waist down. Xia Qianqian could not see clearly for a moment.

Ji Zimo, who was walking in front, turned to face her. When he was about to introduce her, his eyes followed her line of sight and fell on each of the strong bodies.

Suddenly, the gloominess in his eyes made ice picks drip from his eyes.

Geng Zhong and Xia Qianqian stood side by side and noticed something strange about their master. When he looked at Xia Qianqian from the side, his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

A daring girl.

"Mo Qian!" He called her, reminding her.

Mo Qian is the pseudonym of Xia Qianqian who came to the training camp.

Xia Qianqian didn't react when she was called for the first time, her eyes still looking at those people eagerly.

Ji Zimo was rejected and ignored in the carriage, and her aggrieved heart could not be expressed in words.

He took a few steps forward and stood in front of her, blocking her view.

In front of the beautiful man, Xia Qianqian didn't react and pulled him away with her hand, "Give me a step, you're blocking my view."

"Mo Qian!" This time it was Cu Yu calling her, and the two words he uttered sounded like she was gritting her teeth.

Xia Qianqian was startled and suddenly woke up, "Oh? This..."

She was a little embarrassed and said with a fake smile: "They have good figures!"

Not only Ji Zimo's face, but also his eyes flashed with overwhelming pressure, "Everyone, please put on your shirts."

In the huge weapon refining camp, his calm voice spread out and resounded in every corner.

Those sturdy men hesitantly put down their hammers, and looked at this place with question-mark eyes.

Xia Qianqian's face suddenly turned red with embarrassment.

She just had an eye addiction, so she shouldn’t go online like this!

The leading soldier didn't know why, but the young man's order in front of him was comparable to Master Cao, and he couldn't tolerate his neglect.

He hurriedly rushed to each stove and warned: "Hurry up and put on your coat."

A man who made weapons was a little dissatisfied: "Xue Tou, it's too hot to stand in front of the stove on this hot day. If you put on your shirt again, won't you faint from the heat?"

Xue Tou whispered: "Young master, I have never seen such a scene. Please be more careful. When they leave, you can take off your clothes."

With Xue Tou's repeated coaxing, everyone got dressed.

Ji Zimo's calm eyes were so angry that they sparkled with anger.

He lowered his voice and reminded: "Remember, you are from a girl's family!"

A girl's family should be shy and reserved as a girl's family should be. How could she stare at a man's body with such interest that she couldn't move her eyes away?

Xia Qianqian pouted, lowered her voice, and also reminded: "Just now in the carriage, who hugged me tightly regardless of the difference between men and women, and just talked about it for a while?"

"You..." A violent storm was brewing on Ji Zimo's face.
Chapter completed!