Chapter ninety-ninth something big(2/2)
He smiled very happily, and it could be seen that he respected Chen Wanrong a little more, no longer as he had before, thinking that Chen Wanrong was just relying on the favor of Ruizong. Although he was respectful, he did not take it seriously in his heart.
This is how it is in the army. Those who are arrogant and strong will be respected. Chen Wanrong cannot be called a strong man, but he can do this, and this spirit is still convincing.
As everyone was joking, Chen Wanrong ate three bowls of military food in a row, and then he was full. He put down the bowls and chopsticks, patted his stomach, and smiled and said, "I have never eaten so much!"
Brother Shuhan smiled and joked: "Brother Chen, if you insist on practicing like this every day, I guarantee that your appetite will surge. You can eat three bowls now, practice for a month, and you can eat half a sheep. After half a year, you can eat almost one sheep. But if you really practice for half a year, your body will be great!" He sighed: "It's too bitter, Brother Chen may not be able to persevere!"
Exercise is definitely good for the body. If I train like this for half a year, what would it be? Chen Wanrong couldn't help but look forward to it and thought for a while and said, "Brother Brother Shu, you remind me that from today on, I have to strengthen my training. I will train for a month first."
Brother Shu Han was just joking, but he didn't expect that Chen Wanrong was very serious and a little unbelievable, and asked, "Brother Chen, aren't you telling it seriously?"
"Do you think I'm saying it's fake?" Chen Wanrong asked without answering the question.
Ge Shuhan touched his forehead and couldn't believe it. At this moment, a soldier rushed in panting and looked panicked: "General, something big is wrong, something big is wrong!"
Xun Fushun's face sank and shouted, "Shut up! This is Chang'an. Even if there is an enemy attack, it's not our turn to be on our heads, and the sky cannot fall!"
The soldier still stammered: "General, a big deal, a big deal! Liu Fuqing has committed suicide."
"Who has culminated?" Ge Fushun did not react for a moment.
Chen Wanrong jumped high, grabbed the soldier's collar, and shouted: "Who are you talking about? Liu Fuqing?"
"Yes, General! Liu Fuqing looked here with a knife in the barracks, and his heart was stabbed!" The soldier replied hurriedly.
Chen Wanrong's head buzzed, and he sat on the bed, muttering to himself: "Liu Fuqing, it's the person just now. Could it be that he was punished for something just now?"
Chapter completed!