Zhu Bai smiled: "Master will have something to eat every day after he comes back."
Lan Yu only smiled but did not answer.
Zhu Bai was secretly surprised and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is Master still going out?"
Lan Yu whispered: "You also know the current situation in the court. I'm not good at doing this, so it's better to stay outside for safety."
Zhu Bai nodded slightly.
Lan Yu smiled "hehe" and took out a bunch of wolf fangs from his arms: "Come on, come on. Boy, you and the prince each have one, I will never be partial."
Zhu Bai's eyes lit up: "Hey, is this a wolf that Master killed himself?"
Lan Yu smiled: "That's right. The Mongols can't help but fight, and they run away when they are beaten. They don't even want their cattle and sheep. Sometimes when we are bored, we can only fight wolves. Alas, speaking of it, wolves can withstand beatings better than the Mongols.
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Zhu Bai: "Master, did you really not see Wang Baobao?"
Lan Yu frowned and sighed: "Hey, I don't know how that guy is in battle, but his hide-and-seek skills are really good. He is as good as a fox and can't find a shadow. I still don't know what that bastard looks like.
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Zhu Bai nodded slightly: Wang Baobao is indeed smart. If his troops are to fight against Lan Yu head-on, there will only be a dead end. Conserving strength and waiting for the opportunity is the best policy.
Lan Yu patted Zhu Bai on the shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work. If you hadn't made money everywhere, we wouldn't have been able to fight so happily in the front."
Let’s not talk about food and grass, let’s talk about Yan Ling Dao, which costs more than ten taels of silver to buy.
The mace made by Zhu Bai is simply a sharp weapon against the Mongolian cavalry. It has no blind spots in the hand and can injure people and knock down horses with just a swing.
Zhu Bai sighed: "Oh, only the masters know my painstaking efforts. Others call me a vampire, how about the little king of hell."
Lan Yu sneered: "Haha, those sour scholars just stand and talk without pain. Don't pay attention to them. If you hadn't worked hard to make money and we fought hard, they wouldn't know where to hide from the Mongolian plunder. How would they have a chance to live all day long?
Picking thorns in others."
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After Muying's face-to-face meeting, she should have gone home to reunite with her parents and thank them for their kindness.
It's just that he was born in poverty, his parents died when he was young, and he was homeless. When he was eight years old, he was adopted as his adopted son by Lao Zhu, who was still a peasant rebel general.
Then he stayed with Queen Ma until he was twelve years old, and then began to follow Lao Zhu in his expeditions.
He was ten years older than Zhu Biao, so he was married to Queen Ma two years earlier than Zhu Biao. His relationship with Queen Ma was naturally unmatched by others.
Lao Zhu also loved his adopted son very much and specially allowed him to enter the inner palace to visit Empress Ma today.
After Muying sent the young princes back from Zhongdu, he went to fight the Mongols.
It has been more than two years since I last saw Queen Ma. Looking at the gate of Kunning Palace from a distance makes me feel sore at the corners of my eyes.
Now in this deep winter season, the old wintersweet tree beside the palace wall is full of small waxy flowers, emitting a delicate fragrance that can be smelled from a long distance.
Mu Ying entered Kunning Palace, lowered her head slightly, and stared at the distance of one foot in front of her, not daring to look anywhere else.
The female officer led him into the main hall. Mu Ying saw someone sitting behind the veil in front of her, and she quickly knelt down: "Mother... mother."
Before he finished speaking, his voice was choked and hoarse.
He deliberately lengthened these two words and shouted, just to call Queen Ma "mother".
Tears welled up in Queen Ma's eyes, and she finally managed to steady her trembling voice: "Get up, child."
Mu Ying lowered her head and stood up.
Queen Ma smiled: "We haven't seen you for a long time. Ying'er has become more and more calm. Her body looks much stronger."
When Mu Ying heard the word "Ying'er", her throat became more and more like a ball of cotton, and she said tremblingly: "Not a day goes by when I don't miss the emperor and the empress. The empress is in good health."
Queen Ma: "Okay, I'm always fine. Ying'er also needs to take care of her health. When fighting at the front, she must put safety first and don't get hurt."
Mu Ying: "I know."
Queen Ma: "I asked the Guanya Bureau to bring you the thick socks I made for you. Have you received them?"
Mu Ying: "I got it. It's bitterly cold in the desert. Thanks to my mother's socks, Wei Chen's feet were not frostbitten."
The female official reminded Empress Ma in a low voice: "Your Majesty, the time has come."
Queen Ma sighed: "I know."
Mu Ying knelt down and kowtowed: "Mom, take care of yourself and don't work too hard."
Queen Ma nodded: "You should also take good care of yourself."
Mu Ying stood up and bowed her head before exiting. The moment he stepped out the door, he couldn't help but look back at the blurry figure behind the curtain before leaving.
When Lao Zhu adopted him, Zhu Biao was not yet born, and his name was Zhu Ying.
He thought he would be called this name from now on.
Unexpectedly, Lao Zhu's sons were born one after another, and Lao Zhu's territory became larger and larger, so he was not allowed to stay with Queen Ma anymore.
He was left in the army to fight with Lao Zhu, and the euphemistic name was "teaching him with you", but in fact he was used as a personal soldier.
Lao Zhu asked him his original last name as a joke.
He was too young at that time and didn't know the reason. He just said that he had forgotten and his surname was "Zhu".
When he was sixteen years old, Lao Zhu said: "If you really don't remember your surname, let's give you a surname. From now on, your surname will be Mu. We have been training you to be a hero. If your surname is not Jie, you will be a hero."
Put the water aside and make the character "mu". It also means bathing in heaven's grace."
Even Lao Zhu's nephew, after being called "Zhu Wenzhong" for several years, was changed back to his real name by Lao Zhu, Li Wenzhong.
It was then that Mu Ying realized that Lao Zhu asked him about his real surname. It turned out that he just didn't want his surname to be Zhu anymore.
This glorious surname will only belong to people originally named "Zhu" from now on.
Lao Zhu killed his nephew Zhu Wenzheng and Liao Yongzhong, who had conquered the world together.
Muying realized that the man who could call him "Dad", teach him archery and ride a horse with a smile had disappeared, and now Lao Zhu was a 95-year-old man, alone.
From then on, he became an orphan again.
So he became silent because he was afraid of saying the wrong thing; he rarely smiled because there was nothing to be happy about.
"Brother Ying."
Mu Ying heard someone calling him, raised her head, and then saw Zhu Biao trotting over from afar.
Zhu Bai followed Zhu Biao slowly, waving his hands.
Different from his usual calmness and gentleness, Zhu Biao had a cheerful smile like a boy's face.
Muying was the one who accompanied him almost throughout his childhood and always carefully protected him.
That kind of emotion is something that his younger brothers cannot understand.
As long as Muying is here, he doesn't have to be the big brother and can take a breather.
Mu Ying also showed a rare smile on her face and saluted: "Your Highness."
Zhu Biao hugged him and patted his back hard: "Oh, Brother Ying is back. He misses me so much."
Mu Ying had a look of fear on her face and hurriedly pushed away and saluted: "Your Highness, you have betrayed a humble minister."
Zhu Biao sighed: "Well, my father always said that I abide by the rules too much. I think you are more careful."
