Maybe, this is a good idea.

Lian Mei walked away silently and lined up behind the team that was registered for the army.

Unexpectedly, it was rejected.

The reason is-

"What we need is someone who can go to the battlefield with real swords and guns. Look at your slender skin and tender flesh, you can't take your shoulders or hold your hands..."

"Are you sure, can you do it?"

"It's better to go back and be a rich young man who is being served by others. This place in the military camp is not suitable for you."

Lian Mei didn't even know that one day she would be rejected because of her good looks and wanted to join the army.

Lian Mei turned around and left.

The next day, when I came here again, I was no longer the beautiful and exquisite lotus charm.

After ten years in the Liyuan Opera Troupe, Lian Mei learned not only opera singing, but also makeup and disguise.

Just change a few points on your face and your delicate facial features will become dull.

Rub your face with ginger juice, and your body will be covered with a layer of sallow bones.

The long black hair as black as a crow feather was gritting its teeth and cutting it short with mercy.

Now Lian Mei looks like she is the most ordinary people living in this chaotic world with fire and fire. She is not a rich young man with a pampered and tender skin.

Sure enough, the officer from the military registration office only glanced at Lian Mei and did not say anything to let him go home.

Instead, I opened a roster book and started asking.

"What's the name?"

"Lian..." Lian Mei subconsciously wanted to say her name, but she barely spit out a word, and immediately changed her mouth: "Jun Lian."

The names Lianmei and Liwu were given to him and his sister by the boss of Pingcheng Opera Garden.

In the more distant and vague memory, Lian Mei vaguely remembered that they were surnamed Jun.

"...Jun Lian isn't it? This is your number. Go there and get your clothes yourself!"

Lian Mei successfully entered the military camp.

After coming in, I realized that it was not easy to meet the young coach.

The recruits who had just entered the barracks had a hard training and had no right to move around at will.

One day, two days, three days...

Half a month passed in a blink of an eye, and Lian Mei did not meet that person as she wished.

Until this day.

"You new recruits have been in the military camp for half a month. The young marshal will come to check the results of your training this afternoon..."

"If you don't meet the criteria, kick out of the military camp! We don't raise people who eat rice! Did you hear that?!"

What the commander said next, Lian Mei could no longer hear it, and only that sentence was left in her ears-

The young man will come this afternoon...

The young man will come this afternoon...

It kept circling and echoing in my mind.

After three years, is he finally about to see that person again?

One morning, Lian Mei was absent-minded and made mistakes several times during training.

During the meal, he was a partner of the recruits reminded him.

"Jun Lian, your condition is not good. The young marshal will come to inspect in the afternoon. If you perform poorly, you will be kicked out of the military camp if you are not good!"

“…thank you for the reminder.”

Lian Mei lowered her excited mind and her performance in the afternoon would be much more stable.

When Fenghua arrived at the recruit training camp on horseback, the recruits were practicing shooting.

The commander came over respectfully, "Young Marshal."

Fenghua turned over and dismounted and threw the reins to the adjutant behind him.

"No need to be polite, you guys continue, I just come and take a look."

Lian Mei was standing in the shooting range, and ten meters away was an erected red-heart straw target.

He should have used the gun in his hand, aimed, and shot.
Chapter completed!