Shangguan Ruoli and Dongming Ziyu often take baths together, so they don't hesitate to see him come in.

Asked naturally and generously: "Why do you look like a thief? What happened?"

But Dongming Ziyu didn't say a word, but took off all his clothes in just a few moments and walked straight to the bathtub.

Shangguan Ruoli glanced at Dongming Ziyu's body and understood. He couldn't laugh or cry.

"Here, it's broad daylight, don't act nonsense! Ah..."

Shangguan Ruoli's impatience towards Dongming Ziyu is still a bit new, and he rarely sees this kind of character in him.

Waves of water splashing around, gasping and moaning...

In broad daylight, the two of them began tossing around without shame. The water in the tub was filled with only half a bucket before they came out of it.

Both of them have a lot to do, so it's not easy to steal some time to do something you like.

Sun Xiangming also completed his mission and came back to resume his life. It happened to be the moment when Dongming Ziyu's sperm came to his head, so he could only wait.

Dongming Ziyu and Shangguan Ruoli packed up and hurried to the banquet hall.

Sun Xiangming, Liu Jian, Wang Feng, Zhui Feng and several important generals were also invited to this banquet.

It was said to be for Murong Feng and Jie Feng, but it was actually a celebration banquet.

Sun Xiangming briefly explained the situation on his side to Dongming Ziyu. There were no major casualties, so it was considered smooth.

Dongming Ziyu expressed satisfaction and settled down to discuss merit and reward.

Jingyang whispered in Shangguan Ruoli's ear: "Mother, there was a mutiny in Zhou Puzhong's team. Zhou Puzhong's old man was killed by his own men. Zhou Ping took over Zhou Puzhong's team."

Shangguan Ruoli raised his eyebrows and said, "Have a good death."

Jingyang showed a cheerful smile that relieved his hatred. He dared to insult his mother and concubine. It would be too easy for him to die!

Dongming Ziyu said a toast and announced the opening of the banquet.

Murong Fenghe admired the food and wine on this table in a low-key manner, but his expression did not look like he had not seen meat and fish for a long time as he said.

Also, how come the head of the Murong family can't even eat fish?

It was the first time for Sun Xiangming and Liu Jian to have dinner with Dongming Ziyu and Shangguan Ruoli. They were a little surprised to learn that several of the dishes were cooked by Shangguan Ruoli himself.

This aristocratic princess actually knows how to cook herself, and her skills are really good. He has never tasted these dishes before.

Of course, I am curious not only about these dishes, but also about their way of eating.

They did not sit alone on their knees on soft cushions. Instead, they sat around a round table. The table was relatively high, so they all sat on chairs.

This chair is somewhat similar to a bed, but more comfortable.

The maid and the boy served everyone dishes with serving chopsticks, making no sound.

Everyone who ate was sitting on an equal footing, even Shangguan Ruoli sat next to Dongming Ziyu.

From time to time, the couple's eyes are moving, full of deep affection.

They and their wives have never treated each other as equals. Their wives are always very respectful to him, even if their background is not lower than theirs.

Even in the boudoir, they can't let go and always bear it passively.

There is no so-called husband's superiority between Dongming Ziyu and Shangguan Ruoli. They are equals, just like they are sitting together at this table to eat with their foreign husband.

This is simply impossible in Nanyun, but judging from the accustomed expressions of Wang Feng and Zhui Feng and several Yuancheng generals, this should be a very common thing.

The guests and hosts had a great time at this meal, and everyone dispersed after they were full.

The next morning, Murong Fenghe and Dongming Ziyu talked secretly in the study for another hour, and then left.

However, ten craftsmen of the Murong family were secretly left behind to improve siege engines, trebuchets, crossbows, muskets, etc.

In the afternoon, Zhou Ping came back with Zhou Puzhong's coffin.

Dongming Ziyu graciously remembered Zhou Puzhong's military merits and gave him the dignity he deserved after his death.

According to the rules, Zhou Puzhong's sons must help his spirit return home and observe mourning for their father for three years.

But these are extraordinary times. As soon as you leave the military camp, not to mention three years, but three months, your rights are gone.

Now is wartime, special things are being done, and there is no need to observe filial piety according to the secular customs. However, it will take at least more than a month to help the deceased return home and arrange the funeral.

Zhou Puzhong had no legitimate son, and everyone was a concubine. Whoever helped his soul return to his hometown would have to give way to him.

Of course, Dongming Ziyu would not get involved in their family affairs, and temporarily handed over control of the Zhou family's army to Zhou Ping, allowing them to fight among themselves.

There are not many wounded soldiers. Shangguan Ruoli mainly stays in the auxiliary barracks. New harvests of rice are constantly being shipped in. She has to keep records, count the number of fields currently owned by ordinary people, deduct the hard work fees of the soldiers, and return the food to them.

Give them half.

After five or six days of busy work, food matters were no longer so busy.

Only then did Shangguan Ruoli remember that he had not seen his son Jingyang, the mythical beast, for several days.

So, he asked Dongming Ziyu: "Where is Jingyang?"

Dongming Ziyu said: "I went to burn the food and grass in Fucheng with Wang Mingxuan."

The floating city is more than 200 miles away from Longcheng. Nanyun Lengyue sent an army of 200,000 to garrison it, and now there is an army of 300,000 from Lin Jiaxing.

There are hundreds of thousands more people than them, and they occupy a favorable location. It is very difficult to defeat them.

Shangguan Ruoli asked: "Prince Gong, where did Anluo and the others escape to?"

Dongming Ziyu said: "I went to Huocheng, a hundred miles southwest of Longcheng. The governor of Huocheng, Jing Qinglu, is An Luo's apprentice."

Shangguan Ruoli nodded and was about to ask how Sun Ruoxue was doing.

Just listen to Zi Yan's report: "The Third Young Master is back!"

Shangguan Ruoli was stunned and hurriedly ran out of the house.

I saw a group of people coming outside, each of them looked like they had rolled in a fire. Not only was it pitch black, but their clothes were also in tatters.

Shangguan Ruoli saw Jingyang and almost didn't recognize him if he wasn't so small.

A lot of his hair was burned off, and although it was hastily tied into a bun on the top of his head, it was just a small messy mess with a lot of burn marks on it.

There were two burns on his formerly handsome and delicate face. It seemed that they had not been treated, and there was some water leakage. There were also wounds and blisters on his body, which looked terrible.

"Smash!" Shangguan Ruoli was almost heartbroken. He ran over to hug him and told Zi Yan and Xue Ying, "Quick, prepare hot water to bathe Third Young Master and treat his wounds!"

Jingyang did not avoid Mom's embrace, nor did he speak, as if he had been hit by something.

Shangguan Ruoli was a little confused, thinking that someone close to him had died, but when he looked up, he saw Wang Mingxuan and several of his personal guards there.

However, all of them have complicated expressions, their eyes are red, containing endless sadness, helplessness, regret, fear...

Such complicated emotions made Shangguan Ruoli's heart skip a beat.

"What's going on with you?" Shangguan Ruoli asked Wang Mingxuan.
Chapter completed!