Zhao Xiyan's words were like the sound of a heavy drum falling.
Yuhan felt her heart tremble and wiped her tears with her sleeves: "What the lady said makes sense. I feel much better."
Zhao Xiyan remembered something, her eyes were soft, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised: "This is what Xu Jing told me."
Thinking of the crown prince, Yuhan felt inexplicably more at ease. After thinking about it for a while, she whispered, "Will Colonel Murong come again tomorrow?"
Zhao Xiyan's eyes flashed slightly: "Murong Yao led 10,000 imperial guards to protect the prince's safety. Now the imperial guards in the palace are commanded by General Tao. Murong Shen's official position in the imperial guards is not too high, but he is deeply trusted by the emperor. He wants to be there
As an official in front of the emperor, he has to go to the imperial guard camp and return to Murong Mansion when he takes a rest. Where does he find the time to come here every day?"
"He deliberately used despicable means to force me to come here today. Xu San and the others will definitely search for my whereabouts. It is not easy for Murong Shen to avoid everyone and come here. He will not come again in the short term."
Hosta breathed a long sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand: "That's good."
After a pause, he whispered again: "It's so late, miss, please rest!"
Zhao Xiyan hummed.
The day passed with excitement and excitement, and the battle of wits and courage with Murong Shen was also very exhausting. She was really sleepy and tired now.
After hurriedly washing up, Zhao Xiyan lay down on the bed.
This boudoir is not shabby or shabby, it is extremely elegantly decorated. It is almost the same as the bedroom she lived in in the palace. It can be seen that this is indeed a place that Murong Shen has decorated a long time ago.
There are so many small courtyards like this in the capital. Looking for them everywhere is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
It will not be easy for Xu San and the others to find him.
If Xu San was calm and smart enough, he should have thought of the best solution.
Xu Jing......
This name came to mind, and Zhao Xiyan suddenly felt a little sour.
If he knew that she was going through this ordeal, he didn't know how angry he would be, let alone what kind of trouble he would cause.
The hosta sleeping next to her was not asleep either, and whispered: "Is the lady thinking about the prince?"
Zhao Xiyan hummed, not wanting to say more, and said softly: "Go to sleep!"
…
Jizhou.
Xu Jing suddenly stood up from the bed, jumped off the bed, reached out and pulled out the sword from under the pillow.
Clang!
The sword was unsheathed, and the cold light cut through the quiet night.
Xu Shiyi, a soldier guarding outside the military tent, rushed in: "Your Majesty! What is the Crown Prince doing with a sword in the middle of the night?"
Xu Jing frowned: "I had a dream. In the dream, sister Yue Ya'er kept calling my name."
"Something must have happened to sister Yue Ya'er."
Xu Shiyi: "..."
This is too mysterious.
Xu Shiyi murmured in his heart and laughed in a low voice: "The prince has been away from the capital for more than two months. I haven't seen Miss Zhao for so long. I am thinking a lot. It is not unusual to dream about Miss Zhao."
No.
This is no ordinary dream.
That feeling that was so strong that it palpitated was definitely not a dream. Something must have happened to Yue Yaer's sister. She was calling him from far away in time and space.
However, he was still in the military camp, and there was still a fierce battle to come. He could not leave all this behind and return to the capital.
Xu Jing's handsome face was tense and his chest was heaving. After a long while, he exhaled a sullen breath and stuffed the sword back into its sheath.
Xu Shiyi breathed a sigh of relief: "Tomorrow we will get up early to send out troops to suppress the bandits. Your Majesty, please go to bed early! Refresh yourself and fight a big victory tomorrow."
Xu Jing said: "Go and light the candle, I want to write a letter."
Xu Shiyi knew his master's temper and did not dare to be nagging anymore, so he immediately lit the fire.
The butter candles shone brightly, and the military tent suddenly lit up.
Xu Jing had been studying for many years, but he was not very good at it, but he actually became good at calligraphy. At this time, when he was writing and writing, his words were like a swimming dragon.
After writing the letter, Xu Jing gave an order: "Send someone to deliver the letter immediately. Remember, this letter must be delivered to sister Yue Ya'er."
Xu Shiyi responded and stepped back.
Xu Jing slept with his clothes on, and when he lay on the bed, he had lost much sleepiness.
Today is the sixth day of April.
If it hadn't been for going out with the army, he would have been riding a horse to marry Yue Yaer's sister today. Now, he was entering the bridal chamber, at the end of the spring night...
A ball of fire surged in his body. Xu Jing turned over and continued to think wildly. It was not until late at night that he reluctantly fell asleep.
At five o'clock in the morning, military drums sounded in the military camp.
Dong Dong Dong! Dong Dong Dong!
The dull sound of the military drum made people's blood boil, and sleepiness disappeared instantly. Xu Jing rolled over and got on the bed, quickly washing and dressing.
Dong Dong Dong! Dong Dong Dong!
The second snare drum sounded again.
Xu Jing strode out of the military tent, quickly went to get breakfast, wolfed down two pancakes, and then quickly walked to the generals' platform in the school martial arts field.
Prince Dingguo and Marquis Zhongyong also came.
The injury on Marquis Zhongyong's arm has mostly healed, and he is wearing armor today, looking majestic.
Dong Dong Dong! Dong Dong Dong!
The three-way military drum beat ended, and more than 10,000 soldiers were assembled in the school martial arts field.
At this time, as the sun was rising, a handsome young man in black armor stood on the general platform, pulled out his long sword, and shouted loudly: "Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"
The soldiers shouted in unison: "Wonderful victory! Wonderful victory!"
The sound is like a tidal wave, making people excited and excited.
Xu Jing ordered people to hold the prince's flag and then ordered the march.
During this period, Xu Jing personally led the troops into battle and won battles one after another. The bandit leader Zhang was killed by Xu Jing's arrow, which further boosted the morale of the army.
The military camp is different from the court. The soldiers will obey the brave and unparalleled hero who dares to fight and kill himself. Not to mention, this hero is the distinguished and noble Prince of Beihai, leading the troops on behalf of His Royal Highness.
Xu Jing quickly gained prestige in the army.
The word prestige may seem invisible, but it is in people's hearts. For example, right now, when Xu Jing shouted, countless soldiers shouted in unison.
As Marquis Zhongyong rode forward, he said to his eldest son and second son: "Look at the Prince of Beihai, he has gained such prestige in the army in just a few months. You two brothers have been in the military camp for almost ten years.
It doesn’t have such momentum and majesty.”
Gao Dalang, who was in his thirties, said nothing.
Twenty-six-year-old Gao Erlang was a little dissatisfied: "It is certainly convenient for him to rally the troops under the banner of prince."
Marquis Zhongyong said, "If you are not convinced, today the bandits will be defeated. You will also lead your own soldiers to kill the bandit leader."
Gaojiro remained silent.
It's annoying to say that.
He relied on his good skills and was the best in the military camp. After Xu Jing arrived, he was very aggressive all day long. He was not convinced, so he found an opportunity to actively invite a fight while the soldiers were training, and then, there was a
Suddenly the wind and the clouds were over... He lay on the bed for three days.
After that, he never mentioned competing with Xu Jing again.
Marquis Zhongyong looked at Xu Jing's heroic figure riding on the horse, and secretly sighed in his heart.
A hero comes from a young age. Xu Jing's glory cannot be concealed. After pacifying Jizhou and returning to Beijing, he doesn't know how much trouble he will stir up.
