The barracks at night was very quiet, and the patrolling soldiers didn't say a word, so the three generals in the middle tent were making a loud noise and punching. All three of them had fought the Huns with him, and they were used to the unruly life in the desert. Now they don't know how to restrain themselves in the suburbs of Beijing. Jing Shao shook his head and walked slowly into the distance.
Now that the attack on the southwestern fiefs is three years earlier than the previous life, the advantages he has are very obvious. The general Zhengdong, who was always fighting against him, was sent to reinforce the eldest prince, and the emperor did not send anyone else to rule, so he could do a lot. It's just a lot of time, and I don't know where to start.
"咴~" Xiao Hei, who was chewing fodder in the stable, saw his owner and raised his head to say hello.
Jing Shao came back to his senses, and unknowingly walked to the stables. He simply stood in front of Xiao Hei's food trough and rubbed the big black head that was about to become one with the surroundings.
Xiao Hei shook his head in dissatisfaction, moved to the side, and continued to graze.
It was bad enough to be thrown out of the tent by the princess, how could even the horse despise him? Jing Shao grabbed Xiao Hei's ear: "Don't eat, this king has no place to sleep, you are still in the mood to eat extra food!"
Xiao Hei raised his head, chewing the blade of grass in his mouth, and staring at his master with big dark eyes. Because Xiao Hei is the prince's favorite horse, the stablekeeper prepares fresh grass for him alone every day, which is not even better than other horses who eat hay.
Xiao Hei had long been accustomed to Jing Shao's behavior of pulling his ears from time to time, and continued to chew non-stop.
Jing Shao and Xiao Hei looked at each other for a long while, but Nai He couldn't stare at them, so he had to give up. He grabbed the pillar and sat sideways on the wooden railing. He pulled a piece of grass and held it in his mouth. The stem of the grass was slightly bitter, and only the white part was slightly sweet.
"Xiao Hei, when this battle is over, I'll find you a daughter-in-law," Jing Shao looked up at the bright moon in the sky, the moon in the suburbs seemed to be extraordinarily cold. Thinking about formations, military training, martial arts, and seizing the throne every day, it is really not worth living until the age of 30, so I feed Xiao Hei the grass in my hand, "Do you want a stallion or a mare? ?"
"咴~" Xiao Hei looked at the solitary grass in the master's hand, sprayed his hand with heat, and turned to sleep in the shed.
Jing Shao, who was completely disliked by the mount, had to leave the stable and tiptoe back to the king's tent. The man on the bed was lying on his side, with one hand on the quilt, and he was sleeping very well, as if he had changed his movements since he left.
Jing Shao quietly took off his coat, opened the corner and drilled in.
Mu Hanzhang moved, Xu Shi was used to Jing Shao by his side and was not woken up.
Jing Shao hooked his lips, carefully put his arms outside into the quilt, and slowly passed his arms through, tentatively hugging the person into his arms.
"Hmm..." The man in his arms let out a light hum, which startled Jing Shao. After a moment's pause, seeing that he didn't wake up, he comfortably tucked the quilt for him, and then contentedly buried his face in his princess' neck. , took a deep breath of the faint fragrance on Jun Qing's body, rubbed lightly, and closed her eyes beautifully.
Jing Shao is in good health and has always been on the bed, so he didn't see the corners of the lips of the person in his arms slowly raised.
The next morning, Mu Hanzhang woke up early because he had slept for a long time yesterday. The sun shone on the white tent, and the patterns on it were clearly visible. After a moment of stunnedness, he remembered that he was no longer in the palace, but in the military camp. The people around him were still sleeping soundly, snoring contentedly, and the hot air sprayed on the neck, blowing a few strands of hair that fell there, making it a little itchy.
Mu Hanzhang moved, turned to face Jing Shao, and looked at his sleeping face. Originally thought that he would be separated for a few months or even a few years. It would be a lie to say that he was not sad. He even made a plan. If he did not return for a few years, he would go to the battlefield to do business.
He stretched out a slender finger and touched the bridge of Jing Shaoying's nose. Mu Hanzhang couldn't help but bend his eyes. He was no longer angry at Jing Shao's nasty little trick, but it was a problem. Can't get used to it.
Jing Shao felt itchy on his nose, opened his eyes in a daze, saw a finger that was as smooth as jade, he opened his mouth to bite, and licked on the round finger.
Mu Hanzhang retracted his hand and quietly watched Jing Shao fully open his eyes.
"Hey, Junqing, you're awake." Jing Shao selectively forgot the punishment that he should go to sleep with a stinky and hard general, and leaned over to kiss the soft lips of his princess, "It's still early. , I'll go to the military training, and I'll accompany you to have breakfast with you when the morning training is over."
Jing Shao did not wait for the person in his arms to question him, so he jumped up and put on his clothes, put on a bright moon-white suit, washed his face and ran out.
Mu Hanzhang sat up slowly, looked at Jing Shao, who seemed to be fleeing, and couldn't help chuckling softly.
He couldn't fall asleep either, so Mu Hanzhang got up and put on his clothes. In the king tent was an exquisite wooden box, which was unloaded from the carriage yesterday. Most of the items in it were his clothes and some things he used to use. Jing Shaoguo was really ready.
"Young master is awake." Yun Song came in to deliver tea, and seeing that Mu Hanzhang was neatly dressed, he hurriedly brought water to wash his face and rinse his mouth. The identity of the princess cannot be revealed outside. He is not a member of the army and cannot be called a military division, so he will call the son.
"Are you going on the expedition too?" Mu Hanzhang took the towel handed by Yun Song to wipe his face, reasoning that a servant in the palace like Yun Song could not take it with him.
"The little one just stayed in the camp for half a month to run errands for the prince and the prince, and then return to the prince's mansion when the army leaves." Yun Song smiled and said, "Yunzhu clamored to come with me yesterday, but the prince didn't let him come."
"Are you familiar with this military camp?" Mu Hanzhang nodded slightly, took a sip of the tea cup.
"This military camp is the prince's personal guard, but the young ones have been here a few times." Yunsong replied honestly.
Hearing this, Mu Hanzhang frowned slightly, raised his hand to open the door curtain, and the fragrance of the earth in the morning came to his face, which made people's spirits refreshed: "In that case, you can accompany me around the camp."
At this hour, almost all the soldiers went to the school grounds to practice, and only some soldiers from the handyman battalion were working.
According to Yunsong, there are about 5,000 people in this barracks, all of whom belonged to Jingshao directly. These people were the pioneers who had been cultivated by Jingshao when they fought against the Huns. They returned from the northwest and relinquished their military power. The emperor was especially gracious and rewarded the 5,000 people and a large area of Qixian County to King Cheng alone.
Speaking of Qixian County, Mu Hanzhang remembered the hundred acres of fertile land that Jingshao wanted to exchange with him for the barren forest. He heard the servants who went to see the land say that the village is really good land, very fertile, and there are soldiers. He was helping to farm, but it turned out to be Jingshao's barracks.
"Second brother Wang, why is this porridge getting thinner and thinner?" The two soldiers carried a large wooden bucket and murmured it into the open space between the four tents.
"Isn't there still steamed buns? Just have some soup to drink." The man called Second Brother Wang carried a large basket of steamed buns and placed them by the wooden barrel.
Mu Hanzhang walked over and looked at him curiously. The three of them looked at him strangely and exchanged glances. It was rumored in the military camp last night that the lord brought a good-looking military advisor, and he also went with him. Sleeping in the same account, needless to say, this one will definitely be.
"The counselor wakes up so early." Seeing that the prince's personal servant was following, Wang Er opened his mouth to say hello.
Mu Hanzhang nodded slightly, and asked in a warm voice, "Is it the same for breakfast every day? Why can't there be any food?" He is now only a military advisor to Jingshao, which is the so-called military counselor's sacrificial wine. He is only a strategist. There is no official position, so it can't be too pretentious for these soldiers.
"Hey, it's enough to have enough to eat, and what kind of dishes do soldiers pay attention to." The two soldiers behind Wang Erchao winked, "I'll go to carry the food later, the sergeant should turn around by himself."
The bucket-carrying soldier wanted to say something, but he seemed a little embarrassed in the face of the neat and tidy military officer. He wiped his hands on the big apron on his body and ran away with Wang Er.
"Second brother Wang, you said that this military sergeant looks so good-looking, is it really as they said, he is the prince's concubine..."
"Shh... don't talk nonsense in the daytime." Wang Er hurriedly covered Xiao Bing's mouth.
When Mu Hanzhang returned to the king's tent, Jing Shao had already taken a bath and was sitting at the dining table waiting for him. The prince's breakfast is not much richer than that of ordinary soldiers, just a plate of fried vegetables and a plate of peanuts.
Seeing Mu Hanzhang frowning slightly, Jing Shao realized that Jun Qing might not be used to this, and said a little apologetically, "The life in the military camp is more difficult. If you don't like it, I will let the chef of the palace follow..."
"Eating with the soldiers is what you should do," Mu Hanzhang sat at the dining table and picked up his rice bowl, "I'm just surprised that the Ministry of Household gave you a lot of money this time, why is this barracks still so hard."
"Silver?" Jing Shao took a bite of the steamed bun, "There are so many people in the army, how much money is not enough to spend."
Afraid that he would bite his tongue when he was eating and talking, Mu Hanzhang pursed his lips and said no more, thinking that he would have to check the accounts of the army in the past two days. The poor food of the soldiers is the second priority. If someone is greedy for the army's pay, when the army opens the account department and sends someone to manage the account, it will be troublesome if there is a problem.
"My lord! My lord, it's not good!" A soldier suddenly ran to the tent and shouted, "The little black horse seems to be sick!"