Fortunately, His Royal Highness was not implicated...

But the battalion had not been paid for months, and the soldiers would be somewhat grumbling.

"Military pay is something that can be delayed. Last spring, there was a precedent of delaying it for several months and then making it up together, so you can use this matter to appease the military's heart." Ding Bolian said: "But food and grass cannot be delayed. Once the soldiers are hungry, , there will be chaos in two days.”

Guo Zhenbang got up a little irritably and took a few steps.

The food and grass in their camp was originally scheduled to be delivered every three months.

Generally speaking, when there is only half a month's worth of grain left in the army, the next batch of grain will be delivered.

But this time, seeing that the army's food and grass are almost bottomed out, the next batch has been missing for a long time.

"I asked someone to ask, and they said it's hard to walk on snowy roads. I'll send someone to pick them up tomorrow." Guo Zhenbang said.

Ding Bolian nodded and said nothing more.

He didn't plan to talk to this reckless man if it was superfluous.

If the other party could listen to his words, they should not have used the method of provoking infighting among the generals to check and balance.

The commander-in-chief of the first army could not convince the crowd himself, but he couldn't listen to his persuasion.

It is no wonder that this fellow has not been reused in the garrison of the North Army.

It is the prince who is conceited and knows nothing about leading troops, who will choose a waste like Guo Zhenbang.

While Ding Bolian slandered the other party, he was also worried.

He couldn't help thinking, is his life really going to be buried here?

The next morning, Rong Zhuo woke up early.

Probably because he spent a day in prison, he cherished it very much after he came back yesterday, and slept soundly at night.

He got up and took a shower, but he still didn't see Yu Jingdu. Probably because he was used to the life of the other side, he couldn't see anyone for a while, and he became a little uneasy.

"Go back to Shaodong's house, Mr. Qi is practicing guns in the garden!" The servant said to Rongzhuo: "He said he was afraid that he would quarrel with you practicing in the courtyard."

Rong Zhuo nodded when he heard the words, and after a moment of hesitation, he walked in the direction of the garden.

They lived in the Duan family's house in Yuzhou.

Yuzhou is not as expensive as the capital, so this house is very spacious. Not only does the boss have a garden, but there is also a separate open space in the center of the garden, which is covered with cobblestone floor tiles.

After Rong Zhuo arrived in the garden, he saw a familiar figure in the distance.

Yu Jingdu was holding a wooden stick in his hand, using the stick as a spear, and he was dancing so loudly.

At this moment, Yu Jingdu was like a sharp blade unsheathed, showing all his sharp edges.

He was only wearing a black single shirt at the moment, his thin figure was clearly outlined, and he looked a little more heroic than usual. It was the first time Rong Zhuo saw him practice guns, and he couldn't help but stare blankly.

After a while, Yu Jingdu made a stop, and then looked at Rong Zhuo.

Rong Zhuo hurriedly restrained his mind and made a swallowing motion unconsciously.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that his heart was beating a little faster. As for why it was so fast, he didn't dare to think about it.

"Why do you get up so early?" Yu Jingdu walked towards him and asked.

"Do you... do you practice every morning?" Rong Zhuo asked him.

"No." Yu Jingdu said: "I didn't practice much when I was on the road. It was cold in the inn. I got up too early and I was afraid you would wake up."

Rong Zhuo's heart throbbed suddenly when he heard the words, and he was a little embarrassed to look at him.

Yu Jingdu seemed to be okay, as if the ambiguous remarks that he meant were not what he meant to say.

"I'm going to take a shower, you go back and wait for me, and have breakfast with you later." Yu Jingdu said and handed the wooden stick in his hand to Rong Zhuo.

There was still the residual warmth in Yu Jingdu's hand on the stick, and when he touched it, Rong Zhuo had the illusion of holding hands with the other party.

When Rong Zhuo took the wooden stick and looked at it, he realized that the stick was ordinary and had nothing special.

But for some unknown reason, when Yu Jingdu held it in his hand to dance, it seemed like a blade had been born, and it was extremely sharp.

Until breakfast, Rong Zhuo was still a little lost.

He had never seen Yu Jingdu like this before, and he had to say that the other party was quite handsome like this.

"In two days, the shopkeepers of several commercial firms in the city will go to Yuzhou to reward the army. I will ask the shopkeeper Duan to make arrangements and bring me with him." Yu Jingdu sent the servants who were serving him and helped him serve the porridge in person. , "I guess I'll be back before dark."

Rong Zhuo was startled, "Aren't you taking me?"

"I won't take you." Yu Jingdu said: "The people in the military camp are rough, I'm afraid you won't be used to them."

Rong Zhuo was a little disappointed for some reason.

This man clearly said before that he would take him with him wherever he went.

The young man didn't even realize that he was now more dependent on Jingdu than before.

"Do you have anything to do when you go to the camp?" Rong Zhuo asked him.

"Go find someone to borrow some soldiers and give gifts to the private army." Yu Jingdu said.

Rong Zhuo responded and stopped talking.

Yu Jingdu observed his expression and saw that he seemed a little unhappy.

"Do you want to go with me?" Yu Jingdu asked him.

"Can I go?" Rong Zhuo's eyes lit up.

"Also." Yu Jingdu said without principle: "If you want to go, let's go together."

Rong Zhuo was very happy when he heard the words, and his face immediately returned to a smile.

"If you take it with you, you don't have to rush back." Yu Jingdu said: "Maybe you can stay in the camp for a day."

Rong Zhuo's heart moved when he heard the words, and he couldn't help but take a deep look at him.

On the day of departure, Yu Jingdu started rummaging through boxes and cabinets early in the morning to help Rong Zhuo find clothes.

Rong Zhuo sat aside and watched him pick up one piece of clothes and put them down, repeating this several times, but it seemed that he was not satisfied.