Di Yan, who was originally interested in the money-burning monster who only eats and vomits at the Firearms Camp, was full of expectations for cement after visiting Xingangzhi. After watching The Cement, his expectations escalated into anxiety.

"My lord, this cement is really something!"

"Imagine that if all the border cities that were destroyed before were rebuilt, they could build concrete walls, destroy bows and crossbows, and fold swords... Then defending the city would be much stronger than before. Again, be afraid of the rampaging barbarians in Da Zhou!"

As Di Yan followed Chu Yunsheng into the tent, he reluctantly lowered his voice and said impassively.

"It's just this new steel and cement, and the firearms you're going to develop. It's really a waste of money. The big households you've raised are enough to eat..."

It is rare to see this calm and self-controlled subordinate so excited, and then worried and indignant for a while, Chu Yunsheng thought for a while, and picked up the hot tea he had just brewed: "I used to have enough to eat, raise The new is."

Di Yan was stunned: " North of the capital..."

Chu Yun said: "Guangnan is rich and prosperous, and most of them are rich, benevolent, and not wicked people."

Di Yan suddenly realized.

After this matter was settled, Chu Yunsheng asked again, "Did Tian Lang send him away?"

Referring to Tian Lang, who was preparing meals in the barracks, Di Yan glanced at him with a hint of coldness, and replied, "Don't worry, my lord, I will send it with your family according to your wishes. Let's go. The subordinates went there in person, and they started quickly, those secret letters and the remaining medicines have not yet been dealt with. "

"I found someone to tell me, is it Da Zhou's medicine?" Chu Yun said.

"Yes."

Chu Yunsheng pondered and nodded slightly: "Keep it all, for daily use."

Di Yan agreed. As for what the sun is used for, he also knew and guessed it thoroughly.

Since his prince returned from the border battle in early winter, he has become more and more visible. This is not frightening, but also disturbing. On the contrary, it seems that it may be a more and more serious thing.

On the third day of junior high, it snowed again in the middle of the night.

In the deep courtyard, a young servant stood waiting in the corridor with a lamp.

After a while, the study in front creaked.

The servant's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly stepped forward to meet a young man in a dark cloak: "Young master."

Mu Qingjia nodded, answered, and walked out first.

The servant hurriedly followed, carefully supported him, walked out of the courtyard corner all the way, and got into a carriage parked in the alley outside.

Seeing that the driver was on the carriage, the young servant frowned and muttered, "That old man knows where he went! Master Zhao asked him to protect the young master, and the young master drove the carriage, why is this? Like..."

Mu Qingjia got into the car for a while, and turned his head abruptly.

The wind lamp hanging in front of the carriage illuminated Mu Qingjia's face, and the servant noticed that his young master's lips were pale and his face was ugly and scary.

He jumped in shock, and immediately realized something, his face turned pale: "Master... are we leaving the Zhao family?"

Mu Qingjia replied, climbed into the car and signaled the servant to drive back.

The little servant dared to delay, panicked and anxious, and hurried back to the small courtyard where Mu Qingjia lived alone even in the heavy snow.

As soon as he returned to the courtyard, Mu Qingjia stopped for a moment and ordered the servant to pack up his luggage, lit the brazier at the same time, and while burning some letters, he said, "You have to go. Zhao The family was willing to lend a helping hand, and also promised to let me go to the death row to meet people."

The servant was sweating profusely and said in confusion, "Young master, when Bei Hanfeng was in your palace back then, he wanted to coerce you to marry him and take your throne, you really like it. Well, why are you going to save him now? That's a big crime of treason, punishing the Nine Clan..."

Mu Qingjia's fingers froze as he threw the letter at the brazier.

Fire tongue licked to fingertips.

Mu Qingjia frowned, and suddenly retracted his fingers into his sleeves, and his hot fingertips just touched a cool jade pendant.

His stiff fingers slowly returned to normal, and then the jade pendant held it tightly.

Save Bei Hanfeng?

Not to mention the fact that his conspiracy has been revealed many times in his repeated hints, and it was when the palace was still in love with like-minded people, Muqing Jiadu definitely wanted to go with Bei Hanfeng. trouble.

That's what fools do.

He Mu Qingjia was stupid, so he begged the Zhao family. What he asked for was to be kicked out today. After all, the Zhao family also knew about his affair with Bei Hanfeng. , and never understood his attitude.

At the beginning, in order to get rid of Bei Hanfeng, in order to find a road to Qingyun, he tried his best to step into the aristocratic family.

He tried his best to make plans, but he was repeatedly excluded, used heavily, and despised and despised by those Zhao surnames. Now that think about it, really laugh.

He clearly has blood that is nobler than them!

Mu Qingjia tilted his head sharply.

A bronze mirror on the table in the bedroom is reflecting his vague features, which are vague and look too much like his useless father, but somewhat similar to the eighth prince of the Great Zhou embassy— - If it wasn't for the Great Zhou embassy, ​​he might never have realized the deep meaning of the words of his mother's death.

The regent is domineering and tyrannical, and the city is deep. The family is extravagant and rotten, with huge roots. ‌‌Stupid, arrogant, and ambitious. The emperor is unpredictable and deeply hidden. One New Year's Eve state banquet, all exposed.

Mu Qingjia just listened to the news, and then she stopped and froze all over.

Dajin's scriptures are rotten, and the path he wants is gone.

"Master?"

Mu Qingjia suddenly returned to his senses: "Have you cleaned up?"

He raised the candlestick and lit the bed tent: "Let's go then."

That night, a village in the suburbs of Beijing was flooded. Fortunately, the snow did not stop, and the fire was so large that it was extinguished early. Two charred corpses were dragged out of the courtyard, which were identified as human figures, and people around said that the courtyard belonged to the name of Mu Qingjia of the Marquis of Anyuan.

Thinker

The news quickly appeared on Chu Yunsheng's desk.

Mi Xin claimed that it was a charred corpse with some valuable ornaments from the Marquis of Anyuan's mansion, which was suspected to be Mu Qingjia. Also, the news of the arrival of the Marquis of Anyuan implied that Mu Qingjia had a close relationship with Bei Hanfeng and could either commit suicide or be killed.

 Chu Yun's voice was clear, Mu Qingjia would die.

It's just that this suddenly came out like this—

Chu Yunsheng suddenly thought of the face of Xu Yuxuan, the eighth prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

It seems that the butterfly's wings are fanned, if the status is high enough, the power is strong enough, and the halo is captured quickly, then it will only be used to kill the protagonist, and the plot will be fanned quickly.

Mu Qingjia ran back to Da Zhou and said to Chu Yunsheng that the last thing was a bad thing. If you use it properly, it will be a thing to say.

Therefore, Chu Yunsheng only ordered to patrol the border a few more times, pay attention to the next week in the country, and then make more arrangements.

        with heavy snow every night finally came to an end.

At the fifth court meeting of the first day, the nine tribes of Beihanfeng were moved from the ordinary dungeon to the death row, and they would be beheaded as long as the protagonist was confirmed. The regent with the golden black robe still stands at the head of the hundred officials, his expression is indifferent and indifferent.

There are fewer ministers of civil and military affairs in the Taiji Hall than in previous years.

The patriarchs of the four great aristocratic families were all sick at home, and even the ministers with the aristocratic factions were also sick.

‌‌There are also many military attachés, probably because of illness, but because of their face. After all, at the first court meeting of the year, discussing how to deal with the rebellion on New Year's Eve was a slap in the face.

Some of the aides in the palace were worried about the passive confrontation of the noble family, and incited some ministers to claim that they were sick and picky. The roots of the aristocratic family are all over the ya, and if there is a strike, the court said that there will be a great turmoil.

 Chu Yunsheng was not worried about this.

He knew that the family was daring.

If the aristocratic family really dared to wield these roots and stop working, the little white-eyed wolf on the dragon chair would have dared to snatch all these official positions, and even put a black pot on his head.

It's just that he exposed the little white-eyed wolf, and the family was vigilant, and the idea was done.

‌ Those messed up people, this morning was unexpectedly clean.

The ministers were like chickens, holding the wader board and bowing their heads, and they were silent like a cicada, and they would stomp on the little emperor's face no matter what.

Chu Yunsheng was still satisfied with the current situation of the ruling and opposition parties, and ordered his subordinates to keep an eye on what they should be watching, so he got busy again.

This kind of busyness lasts two or three months, and the one who feels this most intuitively is Lu Fenglou.

It seems that at the beginning of this strange New Year, his misunderstood and sanctimonious teacher has returned to the way he used to come and go like a year ago, which is elusive.

Lu Fenglou is now mostly in the barracks.

The days he went to the court were already many, and now he is even less pitiful. Occasionally going to court the next day, the sound of Chu Yun, who was there all night, would appear, and with a pair of hands warmed on the brazier, he dug out from the bed in the tent, and the group Dress and wash in Huai, and then pour a bowl of extremely bitter medicine.

The sky is still dark, and the four wild stars are sinking.

Chu Yunsheng took him to the barracks on horseback, splashing snow with his hoofs, and rushing toward the capital as if he were urging him to die.

Those little pastries that were on the imperial chariot earlier were gone, but there was only a piece of candied fruit that was hastily stuffed in between the tongue.

Outside the tent, in the mountains, the extremely cold Morrowind knife is usually sandwiched with snow flakes, scraping on the face, so cold and hot that it hurts.

Chu Yunsheng untied his cloak and came from the wrap to shield him from the gust of wind on his horse's back.

With his back pressed against Chu Yunsheng's chest, he could smell the cool and cold aura that was even colder than this winter day.

If he really touched his head, his jaw and lips would be warm and hot.

The days of the previous dynasty were so swift and fast, it was difficult to distinguish between warm and cold.

However, if the court went up, Lu Fenglou, apart from the period of acupuncture and moxibustion treatment, could almost see Chu Yunsheng, so he could only continue to train with the group of young soldiers in the barracks.

This group of young master soldiers added another batch at the end of the first month.

The new Mandarin is standard, with a strong regional accent, something like the southern dialect.

Asked why, and the same answer as before. The half-character of Lu Fenglou is also a letter. What Chu Yunsheng did was not a big fanfare. If he could really follow the clues, it would be difficult to find out.

The new recruits from the south landed for the first time, and they were all eldest young masters.

The mutineers were reported to the camp next door before they had gathered a few.

In the middle of the night, the three centurions hung the eldest young masters on a pole, stripped their buttocks and pumped them hard, and they were so cold and so hot that they were so painful that the eldest young masters were screaming to the point of dying out. Seeing the hard-hearted centurions pity them, they just hang their bare bottoms all day and night.

So, Lu Fenglou Tianmengliang just walked back from the commanding tent to the boot camp, with his feet steadfast, he was dragged by a team of fat and skinny guys to get a meal, and then he was holding a bowl. Watching the white ass of the young masters.

Lu Fenglou: "..."

Lu Fenglou is actually the emperor, and loves to eat on other people's butts. Unless it's an old bastard's ass, maybe think about it.

When Lu Fenglou refused this gracious invitation, he realized that he didn't need to watch those few bare-bottomed dudes. Because by the time the three of them arrived, there was a large circle of people around the pole around which the people were tied, and they were all crowded in.

The people around were almost all recruits, all of them were carrying rice and bowls, drinking porridge and eating pancakes, and commenting on the warriors who mutinied with great interest, and people even admired the skin color of their buttocks. There was a debate about whether the young man who had just enlisted in the army was white and pure, or the skin that was hanging on his head.

"It's all left over from our play." Fatty said with chopsticks, pointing at the figures on the poles that were clearly seen.

The thin man said in a low voice, "I heard that these people's accents are much more from Guangnan. Thousands of people have been thrown here, and they are ordinary. If the Japanese are more honest, I am afraid that they will be more honest than we were at the beginning. It's going to be difficult."

Lu Fenglou slowly took a mouthful of porridge and spoke in silence.

The thin man was indeed wrong.

In the past, this group of young masters from the South would be considered to be tossed.

The top 100 fighters practiced ruthlessly, while the fat and skinny guys, the former scumbags and the old gangsters, were at the mercy of the old soldiers. Within a month, the eldest young masters would kneel down and accept their fate, train peacefully, and work honestly. , Ye  shed silent tears.

The barracks was cold and tiring, and the fair-faced eldest young men had become rough, and there were fewer frostbites on their hands. Lu Fenglou was blessed with the layer of blackening ointment on his body, and his hands and face were still tender. It's just that he smeared it black, and others saw the difference.

After all, it is as weak as before, and the wind is forbidden.

The days of the new barracks are boring, and the training is the same as going to many barracks.

        , then Lu Fenglou saw that the eldest young masters who were diligent in their limbs were tall and sturdy, and they danced their sticks to be like tigers and tigers.

‌It means becoming an army.

Lu Fenglou thought in his heart, but his mind was swaying. The personal soldiers of Chu Yunsheng who had seen him before were just too far from such a ban, killing the brave.

‌‌Lu Fenglou's boring pondering didn't last too long.

One night, while Lu Fenglou was sleeping in the handsome tent, he suddenly heard a hurried horn sound.

He suddenly woke up, but found that he was still alone in the handsome tent, and Chu Yunsheng had never returned.

Outside the tent there was a blaze of fire, and there were many footsteps.

Lu Fenglou turned over, quickly put on his clothes, raised a gun, carefully lifted the curtain and looked out, and saw that the torches outside looked like dragons, and the army was mobilized.

His heart was tense, he walked out of the tent to the new barracks, and wanted to see something from these solemn and fast-moving soldiers, but he was seeing their centurions walking quickly and seeing him. Just shouted: "Lou Feng, can you hear the horn? Hurry up and join the team!"

Lu Fenglou quickly stepped into the queue and looked at the well-informed thin man next to him, but the thin man shook his head, his eyes dazed.

The sky is still bright, and the stars are dimly hanging over the sky.

After the three centurions had ordered the number of Maos, they led the team to the outside of the barracks. At the entrance of the barracks, they joined a team of light cavalrymen. Then they opened the barracks and entered a road along the mountain road. Very narrow canyon.

"Send the barracks... Actually let us send the barracks!"

The fat man almost choked down the ecstasy of ecstasy and said by the side.

The thin man said: "What happened, do you want to run?"

The fat man shook his head: "Run, fart. Look at that cavalry team, just look at us. If you dare to run now, I'll be sure to shoot the right arrow. We are a treasure at home, and we are still here. ‌It's like a grass, let you do what you want. ‌‌It's always good to be able to go out to the camp and let the wind out."

The thin man also endured and nodded.

‌Lu Fenglou remembered the marked map he saw in Chu Yunsheng's handsome tent a few days ago, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corner of his mouth curled into an inexplicable smile: "Yes, ‌ But it must be as everyone wishes.”

On the fourth day, the recruits camped in a col.

In the evening, a leader of the light cavalry came and explained the reason for coming out this time in a succinct manner—the new battalion was going to conduct the first actual combat training to suppress bandits.

Fatty Zui's steamed buns fell instantly: "Suppressing bandits? I think bandits are suppressing us..."

Lu Fenglou was also a little startled.

It's just that he was guessing the meaning of Chu Yunsheng's actions.

Lu Fenglou felt that he had guessed it, and when he came here, he dared to believe it—Chu Yunsheng regarded military power as his own, how could he have worked so hard to forge a family of relatives who shared weal and woe for him. soldiers?

Still such an ordinary group of soldiers.

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