For no reason, just want to look at each other from time to time.

"The water is getting cold." Yu Jingdu reminded.

Rong Zhuo only got up after hearing the words, but luckily the other party was busy getting dressed and didn't look at him.

The young man quickly wiped his body with a cloth towel, and put the clean bedclothes over his body. However, Yu Jingdu did not know when he came behind him, raised his hand and pressed it on the hand he was about to put on.

"You..." Rong Zhuo stretched out his hand to cover the key parts, but felt it was unnecessary.

Yu Jingdu didn't tease him, but only focused on a rash on his heart, "Sure enough, the rash has grown again."

Hearing this, Rong Zhuo looked down, raised his fingers and scratched his head.

His skin is too sensitive, and it's easy to live in a place like a prison where there is no sunlight all day.

This time it has been calculated, and the rash does not grow much.

The last time was at Dali Temple, it was a miserable one.

"I won't let you go to that kind of place again." Yu Jingdu said with some distress.

Fortunately, he was well prepared. When he went out, he asked the housekeeper to prepare a lot of medicines, among which Rong Zhuo used to wipe the rash.

Yu Jingdu took a jar of ointment and planned to apply it to him.

Rong Zhuo grabbed his wrist, "I'll do it myself."

Yu Jingdu did not reluctantly, and handed him the porcelain jar.

But Rong Zhuo soon realized that he might as well let Yu Jingdu come...

Because the other party stepped aside after handing him the medicine jar, his eyes kept falling on him, watching him get the ointment and smear it on his body little by little. It felt so strange, Rong Zhuo was embarrassed and shy.

He deliberately turned his back to Yu Jingdu, and when he thought about it, he would leave his butt to the other side, which would be even more ashamed.

Yu Jingdu was only worried about the rash on his body, and he had no evil thoughts at all.

But when he noticed that Rong Zhuo's face was getting more and more red, his attention was distorted.

As a result, Yu Jingdu was upset that night and barely fell asleep until the middle of the night.

The same person who suffers from insomnia is Guo Zhenbang, the coach of the private army.

He sat alone in the martial arts field for more than an hour, until the cold wind gave him some headaches before he got up.

When he returned to his residence, he saw that the candle in the other barracks had not been extinguished, so he went to knock on the door of the other barracks.

After a long while, the door was opened, and inside the door stood a handsome young man in his thirties.

The young man's name was Ding Bolian, and he was nominally a military division of the private army.

However, because Guo Zhenbang is good at specialization, and they have never encountered a war, Ding Bolian, the military advisor, is like a decoration. He never actively participates in military affairs on weekdays, and his presence is extremely low.

If this person hadn't been the military advisor appointed by the prince, Guo Zhenbang might have driven him away long ago.

But tonight, for some reason, Guo Zhenbang suddenly felt a little conscious of "ashamed to ask", and he planned to have a chat with this strategist.

"Mr. Ding must have heard what happened today?" Guo Zhenbang asked.

Ding Bolian let people into the room and made him a pot of tea before he responded.

"Du Xing has never been a promising person, and his upper body can't control his lower body. Today's events are not surprising." Guo Zhenbang said: "He Chuangui, you know that he is brave and resourceful... Zhang Ping agreed with him, but I agree with him. He once worked together to find a post in the North Army. He deducted the pay of his subordinates and was expelled from the army, such a person..."

As he said that, he let out a sneer of disdain, thinking that he had never looked down on the person he was talking about.

Ding Bolian did not continue, just stared at the tea in his cup.

"To be honest, I always feel that today's events are not accidental." Guo Zhenbang said: "What kind of people can they lead with soldiers like this? Even if there is no today's event, I don't know that there will be other accidents." He He has been belittling his subordinates inside and out, completely forgetting that these people are also his soldiers.

"Mr. Ding, is there anything you want to say?" Guo Zhenbang asked him.

"You've always known that several generals in the army are at odds." Ding Bolian pierced.

If Guo Zhenbang didn't use this to check and balance them, maybe they wouldn't have such a big hatred between them.

"As for the events of the past two days, if it's not an accident, then someone is behind the scenes." Ding Bolian said, "You and I both know that hoarding private soldiers is a big taboo, and this kind of taboo thing will never be seen, and it will be discovered. Sooner or later."

Of course Guo Zhenbang knew, and it was precisely because he knew that he was so embarrassed.

It is said that wealth and wealth are sought in danger, but how many of those who take chestnuts out of fire can escape completely?

After entering the private military camp, he was actually frightened every day.

Because he knew that it was all too easy to get, and everything he could not ask for in the North Army, he could easily get it in the private army.

The events of the past two days are really not that big, but for Guo Zhenbang, a frightened bird, anything too big can make him lose his edge. His usual calmness and sophistication, after all, could not cover up that little bit of guilt and anxiety.

And because Yu Jingdu knew his details in advance and guessed his mind very thoroughly, that's why he used these four methods to move a thousand pounds. He Chuangui's death only caused Guo Zhenbang to lose sleep.

"Who do you think it will be?" Guo Zhenbang asked Ding Bolian.

"The prince is alone, is there any need to ask?" Ding Bo said.

Guo Zhenbang was startled, he clearly had guesses in his heart, but he still didn't want to believe it.

"Maybe it's just a coincidence." Guo Zhenbang said.

"Yeah." Ding Bolian didn't know if he was trying to comfort him, or if he really thought so, "The general really shouldn't be bothered about this now. The urgent need in the camp is more than this one."

When he mentioned this, Guo Zhenbang's face became even more ugly.

Since the greed of money and food for disaster relief was exposed, the food and wages of private military camps have become a big problem.

In other words, since the underground auction house where the prince's reselling tribute was sold last fall, there has been a problem with the private army's rations. If it weren't for this, the other party would not have started the idea of ​​​​relief money and food, and he did not expect that it would still fall short.