40Chapter 40 Camp

When Mu Hanzhang woke up, it was already noon.

His whole body felt like it was falling apart, and he ached everywhere. It was even difficult to open his eyes, and he even felt that his body was still shaking. Mu Hanzhang was a little dazed, wondering how many times did Jing Shao, that bastard, do it last night? He only remembered that when he was exhausted and passed out, the guy was still tossing and turning on him.

He heard the sound of wooden wheels rolling over stones, and his long eyelashes trembled. He slowly opened his hazy eyes. Mu Hanzhang was dazed for a moment and felt that the tent roof was a little strange today, as if it was the roof of a carriage... the roof!

Mu Hanzhang realized that something was wrong and struggled to get up. The pain in his waist made him frown, and he had to sit up against the wall of the carriage.

The carriage was very delicately decorated. There was a high platform under the carriage, which was covered with thick cushions and a layer of green jade mat on top. Bookshelves and small grids were embedded on the walls of the carriage, with several books and an incense burner on them. In the recessed area in front of the door, there was a small table and his shoes, and a water bag and two cups on the small table.

Under him was a comfortable green jade mat, and there were several pillows of different sizes around him, all carefully wrapped with a layer of jade mat. Mu Hanzhang narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand to open the light-colored gauze curtain, and saw his own prince sitting on a handsome black horse outside the carriage, who should have gone to the military camp!

Jing Shao rode Xiao Hei in a refreshing mood. He had a great time last night, so he got up late. He couldn't bear to wake up Jun Qing who was sleeping soundly, so he carried him directly to the carriage prepared in advance, handed the palace to Duofu and Mr. Yun, who had wrinkled bun faces, and took his own princess to the military camp fifty miles south of the city.

Suddenly, Jing Shao felt a gaze, and turned his head to look at the carriage, and saw the beautiful face of his own princess appearing at the window. He waved his hand to ask the driver to stop, jumped off Xiao Hei and got into the carriage.

"Are you awake?" Jing Shao smiled and poured a glass of water and handed it over.

Mu Hanzhang did not take it, but leaned against the wall of the carriage and looked at him quietly.

"Ahem, don't sit like this," Jing Shao felt a little weak when he was looked at. He took off his shoes and climbed up, pulled over the big pillow beside him, hugged his own princess who was sore all over, let him lean on it, and fed the cup to his lips flatteringly, "Drink a sip of water first, and the food will be delivered in a while.

"Where are you taking me?" Mu Hanzhang rarely refused, and drank the whole glass of water from Jing Shao's hand, still staring at him quietly.

"Hehe, my army is in need of a military advisor, and you have nothing to do in Beijing anyway, why don't you go to the southwest with me? "Jing Shao scratched his head, turned around and poured another glass of water.

"When the general is away, his family cannot leave the capital." Mu Hanzhang lowered his eyes, looked at the cup handed to him, and slowly stroked 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 it," Jing Shao said proudly, "I originally planned to take you away secretly, but when I mentioned it to my father yesterday, he agreed, as long as you don't let others know your identity as a princess. "

Boom boom... The dust raised by the carriage fell on the prince who was still holding his shoes, which made him look quite desolate.

Jing Shao stood there blankly, and it took him a long time to remember to put on his shoes. He was actually driven off the carriage by his own princess, and it was so miserable that he didn't even have shoes to put on!

Turning his head to look at a mount that was also abandoned, Xiao Hei was chewing a leaf in his mouth out of boredom. When he saw his master looking at him, he snorted unkindly, which sounded like a gloating laugh.

"You dare to laugh at me!" Jing Shao grabbed Xiao Hei's mane angrily and rubbed his big head hard, "You don't have a wife yet! You are not as good as me! "

The carriage moved slowly, and it was already dusk when it arrived at the military camp.

The camp was on an open flat ground, surrounded by tall poplar trees. Tents were neatly arranged, torches on iron basins were crackling, and soldiers holding spears patrolled in groups between the tents.

"Your Highness!" The soldier on the lookout saw Jing Shao riding on Xiao Hei, and hurriedly signaled the people below to open the wooden fence.

"Greetings to His Royal Highness King Cheng!" Several generals in armor ran over and knelt down to salute.

"Everyone get up!" Jing Shao jumped off the horse, patted the person kneeling in the front, and without waiting for everyone to get up, he turned and walked to the front of the carriage, slowly lifted the curtain a little, "Jun Qing, get down. "Then, he stretched out his hand flatteringly.

The man in the carriage obviously did not appreciate it, and he lifted the curtain and walked down.

Several soldiers watched the prince invite a handsome man out of the carriage. He was wearing a light blue wide-sleeved gorgeous suit, which looked very abrupt among the group of people in armor and military uniforms. His elegant bookish air was also out of tune with the surrounding environment.

"Prince, who is this?" The leading man was about thirty years old, burly, and looked quite fierce.

"This is my military advisor, Mr. Jun Qingjun. "Jing Shao introduced them to everyone with a smile.

Military advisor? Several generals looked at each other in bewilderment. They had never heard of a prince leading troops with a military advisor. This was not a time of chaos, and they needed generals and ministers who could stabilize the country to rule the world.

Mu Hanzhang glanced at everyone indifferently, raised his hands and clasped his fists. Military generals have always been unaccustomed to literati, and these people would naturally be hostile to the sudden appearance of the military advisor, so they did not care about their suddenly cold eyes.

Jing Shao frowned slightly, but he could not say anything at this time, so he introduced everyone to his princess one by one.

The leading man was Zhao Meng, General Zhao. The two people following behind him, the cold-faced one was the left guard, and the smiling one was the right guard.

"Your Majesty didn't say anything in advance, so the general didn't prepare the military advisor's camp." Zhao Meng looked at the frail Mu Hanzhang up and down, and said in a rather disdainful tone, "I can only force the military advisor to deal with the soldiers all night."

"It doesn't matter, the military advisor will live with me." Although he knew that General Zhao was making things difficult for Jun Qing, he was following Jing Shao's intention and said it in a pretentious manner.

"How can that be done? If someone else lives in the prince's tent, it will be overstepped!" Zhao Meng said in a rough voice.

"You can live anywhere," Mu Hanzhang said slowly, his voice gentle and gentle, which was really nice to hear. "General, don't be embarrassed, just arrange a tent for me as you like."

"Hey, ordinary tents are dirty and smelly. How can a military counselor like this be used to living there? If you don't mind, come and live with me." The right guard came up with a smile.

Jing Shao was furious when he heard this, and slapped the right guard on the head: "Don't even think about it. The military advisor will live with me."

After saying that, he ignored everyone and took Mu Hanzhang's arm and dragged him to the largest tent.

Zhao Meng looked at the two people's backs, snorted coldly, turned and left.

The right guard curled his lips and said to the left guard: "This military commander is so good-looking, and that old boy Zhao Meng is willing to embarrass others."

Zuo Hujun glanced at him, turned around and left silently.

"Hey, why didn't you leave without waiting for me?" The right guard waited for a long time and no one answered. He turned around and saw the figure of the left guard gradually disappearing into the darkness, and hurriedly chased after him.

The royal tent prepared for the prince is indeed much more spacious than the other tents. There is no carpet in the summer, and the cold air on the ground at night makes it very cool. A very large bed was spread on the wooden platform. It was a cool night in the suburbs, but there was no mat. A soft brocade quilt was spread on it, which was really a great temptation for Mu Hanzhang, who was sore all over.

Looking at his princess who lay down on the bed after entering the tent, Jing Shao touched his nose, slowly leaned over, and tentatively touched his waist with his hands: "Does it still hurt?"

Mu Hanzhang glanced at him: "I'll know next time when the prince comes to try it himself."

Jing Shao laughed twice, shut up knowingly, and pinched his waist carefully. The thin summer clothes could reveal the body temperature under the material, and the soft satin clearly depicted the beautiful lines. A pair of big hands kneaded I couldn't help but slide down a little.

"Have someone prepare a tent for me tomorrow." Mu Hanzhang said coolly as he lay on his pillow without looking at him.

"No!" Jing Shao refused without thinking, and the hand that had just touched a round piece moved back to his waist obediently.

"How can any military advisor live with the prince all the time?" Mu Hanzhang yawned a little, jolting in the car, feeling uncomfortable and unable to sleep well, and now he felt a little sleepy.

"The military advisor needs to be with the marshal so that he can discuss the war at any time!" Jing Shao said confidently, "This has been the case since ancient times."

Mu Hanzhang rolled his eyes. He had read all the history books and had never seen any dynasty or generation with such rules. He was too lazy to argue with him. The gentle and heavy kneading on his waist felt very comfortable, so he quietly let him 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, and said with little confidence, "I didn't say a word of panic! Originally, I was going to the army soon, and I had to conserve my energy for marching and fighting in the future. It was really difficult to have the opportunity to be intimate. Well!"

"It's good that the prince knows this. Let's go sleep with General Zhao tonight." After Mu Hanzhang finished speaking, he turned over and pulled the brocade quilt aside, facing inward and ignoring him.

"Jun Qing..." Jing Shao called out pitifully.

"My lord, have you slept? If you haven't slept, come to the tent to drink!" Zhao Meng called loudly from outside the tent.

Jing Shao rubbed his forehead with a headache. He wanted to scold him away, but he was afraid of disturbing the people around him, so he had to walk out: "Why are you making noise? I'm sleepy. I won't drink tonight." After that, he wanted to get out again. go back.

"My lord, I have something to say." Zhao Meng grabbed Jing Shao and dragged him away.

"Say!" Jing Shao shook off General Zhao's hand and said impatiently.

"I don't know where the strategist prince came from. It's just that the journey to the southwest is difficult and dangerous, and his body and bones may not be able to bear it. Besides, if a scholar who talks about military affairs on paper doesn't know how to fight and still gives blind orders, I'm afraid he will cause trouble." Zhao Meng The martial arts practitioner spoke with great energy, and Mu Hanzhang, who was lying in the tent, could naturally hear him clearly without even taking two steps.

"I have my own sense of proportion," Jing Shao frowned and sighed, "I know you are dissatisfied now, but you must not be too arbitrary in dealing with people and things. I don't force you to treat him as a military advisor now, and let it go. Let’s talk about it later. But one thing is that I hired Mr. Jun with great difficulty. Even if you don’t accept it, you are not allowed to do anything disrespectful to him, let alone put him in danger. If he makes any mistake, This king will never be lenient."

"Tch, the general will not be in trouble with a weak scholar," Zhao Meng felt that he was being underestimated, and snorted coldly, "But if he points fingers at me, don't expect me to have any influence on him." patience!"

"Okay, okay, stop being so verbose, get out of here, I'm going to bed." Jing Shao waved his hand, coaxing people like shooing away flies.

"Your Majesty, are you really not here to drink?" Zhao Meng took two steps, turned around and said reluctantly, and ran away quickly before Jing Shao raised his foot to kick him.

After General Zhao left, Jing Shao glanced melancholy at the king's tent behind him and did not dare to go in immediately, so he had to wander around the camp aimlessly.