Although I have never felt that I am any different from before, the guards around me will not obey. After being appointed by the emperor, they naturally need full protection.
Even Pan Chongche thought about it when he came out of Suizhou this time, so for safety reasons, he asked Qu Quji to take adequate safety measures. Qu Quji still wore a very thin safety suit and a protective goggle on the front and back of his chest to prevent accidental long-range shooting.
This safety uniform was specially made by Prince Xing's Mansion and was specially worn by important officials of the imperial court. It fits well and is comfortable to wear. If most people don't know the magic, they can't tell it with their eyes, so Qu Quji didn't pay much attention to safety along the way.
Although the small town of Huaqiaopu is small, this long dirt road is packed with people. Although it looks noisy, it gives people the feeling of endless prosperity.
It is obvious that this place has not suffered any hardships in the recent past, and it is considered a pure land in the south of Chu.
The twelve guards carried the unique muskets of the Southern Han Dynasty on their backs, and all had standard horizontal knives on their waists. Although the people in the small town are all simple and honest, people with a little discernment can also see the differences. Obviously these people are not easy to mess with.
These people are more or less bloody, which makes these people avoid them.
An old man who was almost hunched to the ground was wrapped in a tattered linen clothes. He was holding an old and shiny bamboo sieve in his hand. There were several hot and steaming rice bran in the sieve.
He raised his wrinkled old face, squeezed a bit of a smile, and called out softly to Qu Quji on the horse: "Official! Do you want some rice bran cakes? Tongye bran cakes, they are hot, fragrant and delicious. It’s here!”
A guard behind him was about to ride his horse forward to stop him, but Qu Quji waved his hand to stop him. Looking at the smiling old man, he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of warmth in his heart.
Suddenly he remembered a person, the old man he had seen since he was a child.
That was a very kind old man in Qu Quji's impression, but unfortunately that old man was no longer there. Although Qu Quji thought he was very kind, many people were afraid of him.
In Qu Quji's impression, the old man seemed to be standing by the Crescent Gate, quietly watching him practice his sword.
Although he was born as a servant, the old man's status was particularly noble, but he never looked down on himself. Every time, he would quietly walk to the crescent door and watch his small body practice the sword.
From the time when he started to work, he has become like this old man. The old man's face is full of wrinkles and his body is so stooped that he is about to lie on the ground. But in front of Qu Quji, he felt that this old man was as stable as a mountain.
Every time he saw this old man, Qu Quji felt a warm feeling in his heart. But in Qu Quji's memory, not long after, the old man was gone. Because Qu Quji still remembered being carried to the old man that day.
He lay on a carved wooden bed in that antique room and handed a knife to him. Then Qu Queji never saw him again.
Later, when he was a little older, Qu Quji naturally knew that the old man had passed away and that he was Qu Hao, the old prince of the Qu family.
When Qu Quji took a look at this old man, he obviously knew that he was a powerful nobleman. He lowered his old hand holding the bamboo sieve and actually did not dare to look at Qu Quji anymore.
"Old man, sell all these Tong Ye bran cakes to me!" Qu Quji said softly.
The old man was sure that he heard correctly. Seeing Qu Qujiji's sincere eyes, he excitedly handed the bamboo sieve to Qu Qujiji.
"How about I give you a taste of this rice cake!" A sweet voice sounded just as Qu Quji was about to take the rice cake.
Qu Quji's whole body tensed up for no reason, and he turned his head to see a beautiful young woman, wearing a blue coarse cloth, standing quietly aside. This is a surprising woman. Although she is wearing coarse clothes, she can't hide her aura.
One of the guards gathered the chaff and gave the old man a few coins. The old man left with a lot of gratitude.
Qu Quji looked at this woman quietly, not because of her beauty, but because he felt a strong sense of danger.
This is an inexplicable feeling. Although it is not the sharpness of a killer like the beautiful snake, it is a mysterious and mysterious depression. This kind of depression made Qu Quji feel that his heart was beating faster, but it was also a spiritual feeling that Qu Quji could not get through despite repeated attempts.
Even Qu Quji felt vaguely that he was locked by the opponent. Although the woman did not reveal any of her energy, Qu Quji felt a pressure that only Pan Chongche had experienced.
How could a beautiful woman in her twenties have such skills?
With a flash of light in his mind, Qu Quji suddenly thought of something.
Pan Chongche once told himself that the masters of the world who practiced profoundly would achieve the effect of maintaining their appearance or retaining their youth because of their innate breakthroughs.
Could it be that this woman is this kind of person? Qu Quji is almost certain.
If he had been suppressed by this invisible pressure, Qu Quji knew that not only his practice would be greatly affected, but his state of mind would also be hit in the future. Then Xuan Mei raised his eyebrows and said loudly: "It's just a few rice bran cakes, it doesn't matter!"
Twelve personal guards, twelve horizontal knives.
It is the age of youth and high spirits.
For some reason, they gathered together, received a kind of training that ordinary people could not achieve, and became the leaders of a group of people.
They are all top students from the Dongguan Military Academy of Prince Xing's Mansion in Lingnan. Few people may know about the Dongguan Military Academy, but everyone firmly believes that in the near future, the Dongguan Military Academy will surely become the most famous place in the world. They are proud of themselves in Dongguan Military Academy. Guan Junyuan learns and is proud.
Lingnan is rising, but not many people know about it yet. Because Lingnan is isolated, many people have no understanding of this uncivilized place.
So they are proud, and they believe that they will surely soar into the sky in the near future. Because they were trained by the Dongguan Military Academy, which was established by Lingnan Emperor Liu Jixing himself. He wrote the training materials himself and trained these students into special forces according to the training methods of later generations of special forces and mercenaries.
No one here knows about special forces and mercenaries. They only know that after receiving training, one can be as good as ten, or even one can be as good as a hundred, and become the best person. Looking at the contemporary vassals and towns, there is no force or individual that can train such a group of people.
Not to mention the years to come, even looking at past history, no one can achieve such a result. Therefore, every student in Dongguan Military Academy is full of confidence in himself and his own group of people.
These twelve people are even more direct, because Qu Quji is the first governor in Lingnan to open up a new state in modern times. Following Qu Quji, anything is possible. Although they were only really trained by the imperial court after serving as Qu Quji's personal guards, they were completely devoted to the imperial court and the emperor.
