Seeing Wuming's initial surprise and appreciation of the casual eyes at the end, Guan Xinling felt a little surprised. She could see that Wuming's expression and reaction just now were not that kind of strong and calm, but indeed his true nature reaction.

After getting used to being watched with stunning appreciation or even greedy eyes, Wuming's look that almost had no distractions and even did not take her seriously at all made her feel a little disappointed.

Guan Xinling is not narcissistic, she knows her charm. Since she was fifteen years old, she was surrounded by the lustful eyes of young men. As she grew older, except for the few archbishops of the temple with a firm mind, few men do not have lustful light when they look at her.

There was also the kind of reverse operation among those who pursued her in the past, deliberately pretending to be careless to attract her attention. But she could still feel the light behind the pretendings.

Wuming was different. The woman's intuition told her that this soldier who was wearing military uniforms and in a straight military posture at the banquet really didn't take her seriously. Compared with his eyes when he looked at the food, he was not as fat and greasy barbecue.

The greetings of other nobles forced Guan Xinling to temporarily give up asking about the strange soldier's ideas, and instead greeted every noble she knew without losing her politeness under the introduction of Takaichi Domoto.

Soon, under the leadership of Tangyi Domoto, Guan Xinling came to Wuming.

"This is the hero in the minds of our people, the unknown Thousand Cavalry Captain."

Domoto Gang's eyes fell on Wuming and showed a look of appreciation. As a marshal, he could still distinguish between heroes and stupid people. However, when this young hero blocked his son's future, the marshal was no longer a marshal, but just a father of a child.

Guan Xinling's beautiful eyes suddenly widened a little more than usual, and her black eyes carefully looked at Wuming. Nowadays, even the people in the entire imperial capital have never seen Wuming with their own eyes, and at least heard of his great name. Guan Xinling was in the imperial capital and it was difficult for him not to hear this name.

Guan Xinling smiled and nodded and bowed politely, saying, "Hello, dear hero. You can see that you are agile master."

"Hello, you are good at it." Wuming replied politely, then took a step back to the side and signaled the other party to continue to know the next person.

Guan Xinling was stunned again. The young man always tried to show himself when he came into contact with her, hoping to show his uniqueness so that she could pay more attention to him. This was the first time she had encountered such a sentence as Wuming and took the initiative to give in.

Guan Xinling frequently looked back at Wuming when he followed Tang Bengang to the next nobleman. At this time, many noble girls had gathered beside Wuming.

"Are you a combat hero? Can you tell us about your combat experience?"

"I admire heroes too. Can you tell me what you are thinking on the battlefield?"

Wuming looked at the noble ladies whose eyes were flashing with their brilliance, and suddenly felt like they were in a group of wild animals. He hurriedly said sorry and forced out of the crowd.

Guan Xinling secretly turned around and saw Wuming running away, and became even more curious about Wuming.

Wuming chose a few delicious meals, carried a small bucket of juice, and didn't care about the contemptuous look of others, so he walked to a window-to-table chair in the hall and sat down.

"How come the great national hero sit here and eat alone?"

Wuming looked at the young "ugly woman" in front of him in shock. This time, Zhao Feiyan appeared in front of him in disguise. Compared to the last dressing, Zhao Feiyan's dressing skills have improved a lot this time. If Zhao Feiyan hadn't spoken, Wuming would have really hardly see that the woman who deliberately painted her ugly this time was actually the third princess of the Dragon Kingdom.

When I met an acquaintance, Wuming felt a sense of joy and pushed the plate with a lot of food over: "Please eat."

Zhao Feiyan pouted and pretended to be angry: "I really have no sincerity to treat me to someone else's food."

Wuming smiled, remembering that he had not even invited her to street stall snacks because he had no money a few days ago and said, "One other day, when you leave the palace next time, I will treat you to street snacks."

"Really! One word is certain!" Zhao Feiyan stretched out her little finger and said excitedly: "Hook your finger."

Wuming smiled and stretched out his finger.

After hooking his fingers, Zhao Feiyan moved his chair to Wuming and asked curiously: "Is that Guan Xinling not beautiful? Why haven't you come up like those stinky men?"

Wuming frowned slightly and looked at Zhao Feiyan and asked seriously, "Will she give me money after getting in?"

Someone actually asked such a question? Zhao Feiyan suddenly felt that his seat was a little unstable. Later, when she thought that Wuming's answer was in line with his usual way of making money, she felt happy and melancholy in her heart.

"Isn't she beautiful?" Zhao Feiyan was slightly worried that Wuming's aesthetics would have problems, and once again raised the question that Wuming didn't answer just now.

"Beautiful, but what's up to me?"

Wuming answered simply, and Zhao Feiyan was there again for a long time before she came to her senses and asked in an attempt to inducely: "Don't you like her? This is the most beautiful woman in the imperial capital!"

"Like it? Why do you like it? Because you want to like it when you are beautiful?" Wuming said with a frown tightly: "The more beautiful the mushrooms are, the more poisonous the more beautiful the monsters are, the more dangerous the more you need to stay away from them."

Wuming said to himself, noticing that several black lines had appeared on Zhao Feiyan's forehead in front of him.

"What do you mean is that I'm not beautiful anymore?" Zhao Feiyan stared at Wuming angrily: "Because I'm not beautiful, you are willing to let me get close to you?"

"Ah?" Wuming still didn't notice what his mistake was. He looked at Zhao Feiyan calmly and said, "You are very beautiful, you have a kind heart. I like it very much."

Zhao Feiyan's pink face turned red, and she looked at Wuming shyly, who was answering her sincerely. Her dissatisfaction with Wuming had already flown out of the sky, and she asked shyly: "What you said is true?"

"Yes..." Wuming's calm answer stirred up a wave in Zhao Feiyan's heart.

"I like you too..." Zhao Feiyan's mosquito-like voice interrupted Wuming's words, her tender face turned red like a ripe red apple. She shyly lowered her head and repeatedly peeked at Wuming sitting beside her.

"Oh..." Wumingmu agreed, and did not interrupt the second half of Zhao Feiyan's words: it was like I like everyone in our village and continued to say this sentence.

Zhao Feiyan sat next to Wuming and felt embarrassed to continue the topic just now. She quickly changed the topic and asked: "I heard you have been promoted?"

"Thousand Riders."

Wuming's answer is always simple and direct, and Zhao Feiyan has gradually become accustomed to the way of conversation with Wuming.

"If you are promoted again, you will be a veritable general." Zhao Feiyan nodded and said shyly: "Stay working hard and be promoted to become a marshal as soon as possible..."

"What can I do?" Wuming stopped before he finished speaking and asked quickly: "Can you get more military posts?"

A few black threads appeared on Zhao Feiyan's forehead again. She still couldn't understand why Wuming loved money so much. He could bring things to money in just a few words. This was really inconsistent with his temperament.

Guan Xinling met all the way, and finally stood with Lingfeng and chatted and laughed. She secretly pointed at the "ugly girl" sitting in front of the window and whispered with "Lingfeng, that's the fighting hero."

Lingfeng's eyes when he looked at Wuming no longer had the contempt he had earlier: "His bow is good, and he doesn't know anything else."

Guan Xinling looked at Wuming with a smile, and his eyes returned to Lingfeng's body again: "Are you stronger, should he be stronger?"

Lingfeng did not hesitate: "I!"

Guan Xinling looked at Lingfeng with a smile: "It seems that you are really mature."

Ling Feng smiled gracefully: "No matter whether he really killed Yi Tianxing. Now that I have joined the army, I will definitely surpass this person in military merits in the future. If he really has no ability, he will naturally reveal his shortcomings in the future, right?"

The lights that weren't already bright in the hall became even darker again.

Domoto Gang stood in the center of the hall with a full spirit and opened his hands and said, "Everyone, everyone! I announce that the dance has officially begun! Dear young people who have not yet started a family, seize your opportunity. Maybe you can find half of your own here."

Domoto Gang was about to walk towards Guan Xinling in his voice, and found that Kou Lingfeng had already pulled Guan Xinling's waist and walked into the dance floor. Suddenly, countless angry and jealous eyes were staring at Kou Lingfeng.

Several nobles and socialites slowly came to Wuming and stood reservedly, secretly casting hopeful gazes at Wuming from time to time.

Zhao Feiyan looked at the pairs of dancing on the dance floor enviously and said to Wuming: "Don't you invite me to dance? You must know that in the kingdom, few people have such honors."

Wuming showed a hint of apologetic smile: "I can't dance these dances."

"I'll teach you how?" Zhao Feiyan picked up a pair of knife and forks and inserted a loaf of bread. She walked forward and backward on the table like two feet and said, "This is your pace. When you move forward, I start to retreat, and the rhythm is just one click..."

After the song was over, Zhao Feiyan said excitedly: "Have you learned it?"

Wuming nodded slightly: "Improficient."

"Then please ask me to dance."

"It's still not."

"Is that so? I planned to tell you a way to make money after you asked me to dance."

Looking at Zhao Feiyan's childish smile, Wuming smiled helplessly. He didn't expect that Zhao Feiyan would do such a trick and hit him in the pit.

Wuming stood up and learned the posture of other nobles inviting ladies to dance and said, "Can you enjoy your face and dance?"

Zhao Feiyan smiled as if a child had obtained his beloved toy. She stretched out her jade hand and put it on Wuming's hand and walked into the dance floor with Wuming.

The music started, and Wuming moved his footsteps a little nervously for the first time. If Zhao Feiyan had not been avoided several times quickly, Wuming would have already swollen Zhao Feiyan's feet.

After dancing a song, Wuming felt that he was much more tired than fighting with someone else.

Zhao Feiyan sat back in her seat and drank juice and said mischievously: "For your cooperation, I will tell you. If you make a lot of military achievements, you will naturally earn a lot of gold coins."

Wuming Xiaoxiao picked up the knife and fork and planned to eliminate the food in front of him. He had already begun to get used to the cleverness of this little princess. This girl was not bad at all.

"I'm lying to you!" Zhao Feiyan smiled with a look of a treacherous plan, "In fact, there is something called professional title assessment in the military department. They are also Qianqian, but the salary they get is very different."

"Quality title assessment?" Wuming frowned.

"That's right!" Zhao Feiyan danced the knife and fork in his hand: "Remember the sword saint Dodoria you killed? Why is he called the sword saint? Because the countries in the mainland have an assessment system that is almost the same. Only if you participate in that assessment system is the sword saint or other title recognized by our country and even many countries in the mainland."

"Where to go for the assessment?" Wuming asked curiously.

"Hmph!" Zhao Feiyan said proudly: "The assessment of the Imperial Capital is handled by the Trade Union. Assessment below the Saint Level is held once a year. I heard that this is also to save costs. Every June, candidates from all over the country gather in the Imperial Capital to take the exam. Exams above the Saint Level are available at any time."

“Where is the address?”

"Next to the only huge arena in the imperial capital, the door sign is very conspicuous. There are so many candidates, but there is really no place to accommodate so many people except there."

"Oh..." Wuming nodded.

"Hey, Domben Gang is here." Zhao Feiyan dragged the plate in front of Wuming and lowered her head to eat the food and said in a low voice: "Cover it, I don't want to be caught back to the palace so soon."

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The beautiful music and the elegant appearance of Domoto Katsuichi create a perfect picture, and almost everyone is immersed in this huge dance party.

Wuming suddenly tightened his head in the center of this intoxicating environment, and felt a cold sweat that made him feel very uncomfortable, and suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart.

Wuming will not forget this feeling! That was the feeling when he was just awakened and was attacked by a sneak attack by a smuggling after following other hunters for the first time.

The moment Domoto nodded at an old nobleman with a smile, a cold light suddenly burst out from under the skirt of Yan Ji beside the old nobleman, and he grabbed Domototo's throat.

The time of mastering this sword was very coincidental. Just as Domoto Gang nodded and was unprepared, the people around him were immersed in the music and wanted to rescue him.

"ah!"

As the surrounding celebrities screamed, Wuming's restaurant knife was shot out as a flying knife before Yan Ji pulled it out. The flying knife seemed like a meteor crossing the night sky and leaping straight into Yan Ji's assassin's throat.
To be continued...