When Mu Hanzhang woke up, it was already three poles in the sun.
My whole body seemed to be falling apart, and I felt sore everywhere, even opening my eyes felt laborious, and I even felt that my body was still shaking constantly. Mu Hanzhang thought in a trance, how many times did that bastard Jing Shao do it last night? He only remembered that the guy was still tossing on him when he fainted from exhaustion.
There was a sound of a wooden wheel pressing against a stone, his long eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened a pair of hazy eyes. Mu Hanzhang was dazed for a moment, feeling that today's tent was a bit strange. It looks like the roof of a carriage... Roof!
Only then did Mu Hanzhang realize that something was wrong, he struggled to get up, the pain in his waist made him frown, and he had to sit up against the wall of the car reluctantly.
The carriage is very delicately arranged. There is a high platform at the bottom of the carriage, which is covered with thick cushions and covered with a layer of sapphire mats; bookshelves and small lattices are embedded in the walls of the carriage, with several books and an incense burner. ; In the sunken place in front of the door, there is a small table and his shoes, and a water bladder and two cups are placed on the small table.
Beneath him was a comfortable sapphire mat, surrounded by several pillows of different sizes, all carefully covered with a layer of jade mat, Mu Hanzhang narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand to lift the light-colored tulle curtain, and saw Outside the car, on a handsome dark horse, sits his own prince who should have gone to the military camp!
Jing Shao rode Xiao Hei refreshed and had a great time doing it last night, which caused him to wake up late too. He couldn't bear to wake up Jun Qing, who was sleeping soundly, so he carried him directly to the carriage prepared in advance. Handing over the palace to Mr. Duofu and Mr. Yun, who were wrinkled with steamed buns, they took their princess to the military camp fifty miles south of the city.
Suddenly feeling a sight, Jing Shao turned his head to look at the carriage, and saw the handsome face of his own princess appearing at the window, he hurriedly waved his hand to tell the driver to stop, and jumped off Xiao Hei and got into the carriage.
"Wake up?" Jing Shao smiled and poured a glass of water and handed it over.
Mu Hanzhang didn't pick it up, but leaned against the wall of the car and looked at him quietly.
"Cough, don't sit like this," Jing Shao looked a little weak, took off his shoes and climbed up, grabbed the big pillow beside him, hugged his sore princess, let him lean on it, and flattered the cup Zhan fed him to his lips, "Drink first, and the meal will be delivered in a while."
"Where are you taking me?" Rarely did Mu Hanzhang not refuse, he drank the whole glass of water with Jing Shao's hand, and still stared at him quietly.
"Hey, my army is missing a counselor. You are fine in Beijing, why don't you go to the southwest with me?" Jing Shao scratched his head, turned around and poured another glass of water.
"I will be outside, and my family cannot leave the capital." Mu Hanzhang narrowed his eyes, looked at the cup handed in front of him, and slowly rubbed the round jade piece with his hand on the pillow.
"Isn't there a concubine in the palace? You don't have to worry about that," Jing Shao said proudly, "I planned to take you away secretly, but I mentioned it to the emperor yesterday, and he agreed, as long as you don't let others know about you. That's the identity of the princess."
Rumbling... The dust raised by the carriage fell on the prince who was still carrying his shoes, which was quite depressing.
Jing Shao stood there dumbfounded, and it took a long while to remember to put on his shoes. I, unexpectedly, was driven off the carriage by my own princess, and it was so desolate that I didn't even put on my shoes!
Turning his head to look at a certain mount that was also thrown away, Xiao Hei was boringly dragging a leaf and chewing it in his mouth. Seeing his master look over, he snorted unkindly, which sounded like a schadenfreude laughter. .
"You dare to laugh at me!" Jing Shao angrily grabbed Xiao Hei's mane and rubbed the big head vigorously, "You don't have a daughter-in-law yet! Not as good as me!"
The carriage traveled slower, and it was already dusk when we arrived at the barracks.
The camp is on an open flat ground surrounded by tall poplar trees. Tent after tent lined up neatly, the torches on the iron basin crackled, and soldiers with spears patrolled between the tents.
"My lord!" The soldiers who were looking out saw Jing Shao riding on Xiao Hei, and hurriedly signaled the people below to open the wooden fence.
"See His Royal Highness King Cheng!" Several generals in armor ran over and knelt down to salute.
"Get up!" Jing Shao jumped off the horse and patted the person kneeling at the front. Without waiting for everyone to get up, he turned around and walked to the carriage, slowly opening the curtains, "Junqing, come down." Then , stretched out his hand to please.
The person in the car obviously didn't appreciate it, he lifted the curtain and walked down.
A few soldiers watched the prince invite a handsome and extraordinary man out of the carriage. He was dressed in a light-blue wide-sleeved costume, which was very abrupt among the group of people full of armor and military uniforms. .
"Your Highness, who is this?" The leading man was in his thirties, with a burly stature and a fierce look.
"This is my military advisor, Mr. Jun Qingjun." Jing Shao introduced to everyone with a smile.
military adviser? Several generals looked at each other in dismay. The prince led troops, and he had never heard of a military advisor. This is not a time when the world is in chaos, and it is necessary to have the generals of Anbang and the country to decide the world.
Mu Hanzhang swept across the crowd lightly, raised his hands and clasped his fists. Military generals were never used to looking at literati, and these people would naturally be hostile to the sudden appearance of military advisors, so they didn't care about their instantly cold eyes.
Jing Shao frowned slightly, but he couldn't say anything at this time, and introduced everyone to his princess one by one.
The man at the head was Zhao Meng, General Zhao. The two following behind, the one with the cold face is the left guard, and the one with a smile on the right is the guard.
"The lord didn't say beforehand that the last general did not prepare the military division's tent," Zhao Meng looked at the weak Mu Hanzhang up and down, and his tone was rather disdainful.
"It's okay, the strategist lives with this king." Although he knew that General Zhao was making things difficult for Junqing, he was in harmony with Jing Shao's intentions, and he said it in a pretentious manner.
"Then how can it be done? If someone else lives in the prince's tent, it will be beyond control!" Zhao Meng said gruffly.
"You can live anywhere," Mu Hanzhang said slowly, his voice warm and calm, which was really nice, "General don't need to be embarrassed, just arrange a tent for me at will."
"Hey, ordinary tents are dirty and stinky. How can a military division be used to living with thin skin and tender meat? If you don't dislike it, come and live with me." You Hujun came up with a smile.
Jing Shao heard a fire, and slapped the right guard on the head: "Don't think about who the fuck is, the military division will live with this king."
After he finished speaking, he didn't care about the crowd, he took Mu Hanzhang's arm and dragged him into the biggest tent.
Zhao Meng looked at the backs of the two, snorted coldly, and turned away.
Right Hujun curled his lips and said to Zuo Hujun: "This military division is so good-looking, that old boy Zhao Meng is willing to embarrass others."
Zuo Hujun glanced at him and silently turned to leave.
"Hey, why did you leave without waiting for me?" Right Hujun waited for a long time and no one answered, and when he turned around, he saw Zuo Hujun's figure gradually disappearing into the darkness, and he quickly raised his feet to chase after him.
The king tent prepared for the prince is indeed much more spacious than the other tents. There is no carpet in summer, and the cold air on the ground at night is very cool. There was a very large bed on the wooden platform. It was cold at night in the suburbs, but there was no mat. A soft and slippery quilt was spread on it, which was a great temptation for Mu Hanzhang who was sore all over.
Looking at his own princess who was lying on the bed after entering the tent, Jing Shao touched his nose, slowly leaned in, and tentatively touched his waist with both hands: "Does it still hurt?"
Mu Hanzhang glanced at him: "Next time the prince comes to try it in person, I'll know."
Jing Shao laughed twice, shut his mouth wisely, and pinched it carefully between his waist and thigh. The thin summer clothes could reveal the body temperature under the clothes, and the soft satin clearly depicted the wonderful lines, and a pair of big hands kneaded. I couldn't help but slide down a bit.
"I'll have someone prepare a tent for me tomorrow." Mu Hanzhang said coolly without looking at him, lying on the pillow.
"No!" Jing Shao refused without even thinking, and the round hand he had just touched obediently moved back to his waist.
"How can a military division live with the prince all the time." Mu Hanzhang yawned a little, bumping in the car, and he couldn't sleep well when he was uncomfortable, but he was a little sleepy at the moment.
"The military division is to be with the marshal, so that we can discuss the war at any time!" Jing Shao said confidently, "It has been the case since ancient times."
Mu Hanzhang rolled his eyes. He had read all the history books, and he had never seen such a rule in any dynasty or generation. He was too lazy to argue with him. The kneading on his waist was very comfortable, so he quietly let him go. After pinching for a while, when Jing Shao thought he was asleep, he suddenly asked softly, "Why did you lie to me last night?"
"Ah?" Jing Shao was startled, scratched his head, his confidence was not enough, "I didn't say a word of panic! Originally, I will be in the army soon, and I need to save my physical strength for marching and fighting in the future. It is really difficult to have the opportunity to make out. Well!"
"It's good that your lord knows this. Go and sleep with General Zhao tonight." After Mu Hanzhang finished speaking, he turned over and dragged the quilt beside him, facing inward and ignoring him.
"Jun Qing..." Jing Shao called out pitifully.
"Your Highness, are you asleep? Didn't you come to the tent for a drink!" Zhao Meng called out from outside the tent.
Jing Shao rubbed his forehead with a headache and wanted to scold him away, but he was afraid of making a noise with the people around him, so he had to go out: "What's the noise, this king is sleepy, so I won't drink tonight." go back.
"My lord, I have something to say at the end." Zhao Meng grabbed Jing Shao and dragged him away.
"Speak!" Jing Shao shook off General Zhao's hand and said impatiently.
"The last general doesn't know where the strategist and prince came from. It's just that the road to the southwest is difficult and dangerous. He is afraid that he can't bear it. Besides, if a scholar who talks about military affairs on paper, if he doesn't know how to fight, but he still commands blindly, I'm afraid he will make a mistake." Zhao Meng The martial arts practitioner was full of energy, and he didn't take two steps at first. Mu Hanzhang, who was lying in the tent, could hear it clearly.
"This king has his own measure," Jing Shao frowned and sighed, "I know you are not satisfied now, but you must not be too arbitrary with people and things. I don't force you to treat him as a military advisor now, and let him pass the time. Let's talk about it for a while. Just one point. I finally invited Mr. Jun. Even if you don't accept it, you must not do anything disrespectful to him, let alone put him in danger! If he has any mistakes, This king will never forgive me lightly."
"Che, at the end of the day, I won't be embarrassed by a scholar who has no power," Zhao Meng felt that he was underestimated, and snorted coldly, "It's just that if he points fingers at me, don't expect me to have anything to do with him. patience!"
"Okay, okay, stop being wordy, get out of here, this king is going to sleep." Jing Shao waved his hand, coaxing people like chasing flies.
"My lord, are you really not coming to drink?" Zhao Meng took two steps, turned his head and said reluctantly, and ran away quickly before Jing Shao kicked him.
When General Zhao left, Jing Shao looked melancholy at the king's tent behind him.