41 Chapter 41 Xiao Hei

The military camp was very quiet at night, and the patrolling soldiers would not say a word, so the noise of the three generals playing finger-guessing games in the middle tent was particularly obvious. These three people had fought against the Huns with him, and were used to the unruly days in the desert. Now they did not know how to restrain themselves in the suburbs of Beijing. They had to be dealt with later. Jing Shao shook his head and walked slowly into the distance.

Now that the attack on the southwest fiefdom was three years earlier than in the previous life, his advantage was very obvious. The general who always opposed him was sent to reinforce the eldest prince, and his father did not send anyone else to control him, so he could do a lot of things. It was just that he was so confused that he didn't know where to start.

"Huh~" Xiao Hei, who was chewing hay in the stable, looked up and greeted his master.

Jing Shao came to his senses and walked to the stable without realizing it. He simply stood in front of Xiao Hei's trough and rubbed his big black head that was almost integrated with the surroundings.

Xiao Hei shook his head in dissatisfaction, moved to the side, and continued to eat grass.

Being thrown out of the tent by the princess was bad enough, how come even the horse disliked him? Jing Shao grabbed Xiao Hei's ears: "No more eating, this king has no place to sleep, and you still have the mood to eat a snack!"

Xiao Hei raised his head, chewing the grass leaves in his mouth, staring at his master with a pair of dark eyes. Because Xiao Hei is the prince's favorite horse, the groom will prepare fresh grass for him every day, which is much better than the food of other horses eating hay.

Xiao Hei has 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 stared at each other for a long time, but he couldn't glare at the other horse's eyes, so he had to give up. Grabbing the pillar and sitting sideways on the wooden fence, he pulled a piece of grass and held it in his mouth. The grass stem was slightly bitter, and only the white part was slightly sweet. I don't know why Xiao Hei ate so happily.

"Xiao Hei, I'll find you a wife after this war is over," Jing Shao looked up at the bright moon in the sky. The moon in the suburbs seemed particularly cold. In his previous life, he never had the leisure to appreciate the moon like this. He thought about formations, training soldiers, practicing martial arts, and seizing the throne every day. It was really not worth it to live to the age of thirty and still be so tired. He fed the grass in his hand to Xiao Hei, "Do you want a stallion or a mare?"

"Whew~" Xiao Hei looked at the lonely grass in his master's hand, sprayed him with hot air, and turned to sleep in the shed.

Jing Shao, who was completely despised by his mount, had to leave the stable and tiptoed back to the king's tent. The person on the bed lay sideways, with one hand on the outside of the brocade quilt. He slept very well, as if he had changed his posture since he left.

Jing Shao quietly took off his coat, lifted the corner of the quilt and got in.

Mu Hanzhang moved, perhaps because he was used to Jing Shao being around, and was not woken up.

Jing Shao hooked his lips, carefully put his arm outside into the quilt, and slowly put his arm through, tentatively holding the person in his arms.

"Hmm..." The person in his arms snorted softly, which scared Jing Shao. After pausing for a moment and seeing that the person did not wake up, he tucked the corner of the quilt for him with confidence, and then buried his face in the neck of his own princess with satisfaction, took a deep breath of the faint fragrance of Jun Qing, rubbed it lightly, and closed his eyes beautifully.

Jing Shao was in good health and always fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed, so he did not see the slowly raised corners of the lips of the person in his arms.

The next morning, Mu Hanzhang woke up early because he slept for a long time yesterday. The sun shone on the white tent, and the pattern on it was clearly visible. After a moment of stunnedness, he remembered that he was no longer in the palace, but in the military camp. The person next to him was still sleeping soundly, snoring with satisfaction, and the hot air sprayed on the neck, blowing the few strands of hair that fell there, which was a little itchy.

Mu Hanzhang moved, turned around and faced Jing Shao, looking at his sleeping face. Originally, he thought that we would be separated for several months or even years, and it would be a lie to say that he was not sad. He had even made plans. If he didn't come back for a few years, he would go to the battlefield to do business. Unexpectedly, this guy had already planned it.

Extending a slender finger and tapping Jing Shao's straight nose, Mu Hanzhang couldn't help but curl his eyes. He was no longer angry about Jing Shao's bad little trick, but this bad habit could not be tolerated.

Jing Shao felt itchy on his nose, opened his eyes in a daze, saw a jade-like finger, opened his mouth and bit it, and licked the round fingertips.

Mu Hanzhang retracted his hand and watched Jing Shao open his eyes completely.

"Hey, Jun Qing, you're awake." Jing Shao selectively forgot that he was supposed to sleep with a stubborn general as punishment, and leaned over to kiss his princess' soft lips, "It's still early, I'm going to train, and I'll come back to have breakfast with you after the morning exercise."

Jing Shao didn't wait for the person in his arms to interrogate him, he jumped up and put on his clothes, changed into a moon-white outfit, washed his face and ran out.

Mu Hanzhang sat up slowly, looking at Jing Shao who seemed to be escaping, couldn't help but chuckle.

Unable to sleep, Mu Hanzhang got up and put on his clothes. There was an exquisite wooden box in the king's tent, which was unloaded from the carriage yesterday. Most of it was his clothes and some things he used to use. It seemed that Jing Shao had really prepared it a long time ago.

"Young Master is awake." Yun Song came in to serve tea, and seeing Mu Hanzhang dressed neatly, he hurriedly brought water for washing his face and rinsing his mouth. The identity of the princess could not be revealed outside, and he was not a soldier and could not be called a military advisor, so he called him Young Master.

"Are you going to the battle too?" Mu Hanzhang took the towel handed to him by Yunsong and wiped his face. Logically, a servant like Yunsong from the palace could not be taken along.

"I'm only staying in the camp for half a month to run errands for the prince and the young master. I'll go back to the palace when the army sets out." Yunsong smiled and said, "Yunzhu clamored to come yesterday, but the prince didn't let him come."

"Are you familiar with this military camp?" Mu Hanzhang nodded slightly, took the teacup and took a sip.

"This military camp is the prince's personal guard. I have been here several times." Yunsong answered honestly.

Hearing this, Mu Hanzhang frowned slightly, raised his hand to open the door curtain, and the smell of soil in the early morning came to his face, which made people feel refreshed: "In this case, you accompany me to walk around the camp."

At this time, almost all the soldiers went to the parade ground for training. Only some soldiers in the miscellaneous service camp were working. The fire in the iron basin had gone out, and wisps of green smoke were coming out.

Yunsong learned that there were about 5,000 people in this military camp, all of whom were directly under Jing Shao's troops. They were not here on weekdays, but in Qi County, a hundred miles away. This group of people were the vanguard elites trained by Jing Shao when fighting the Xiongnu. After returning from the northwest, they relinquished their military power. The emperor showed special favor and awarded these 5,000 people and a large piece of land in Qi County to King Cheng.

Speaking of Qi County, Mu Hanzhang remembered the 100 acres of good land that Jing Shao wanted to exchange with him for the wasteland. He heard from the servants who went to see the land that the farm was indeed good land, very fertile, and there were soldiers helping to cultivate it. It turned out that it was where Jing Shao's barracks were located.

"Second Brother Wang, why is the porridge getting thinner and thinner?" Two soldiers carried a large wooden barrel and put it on the open space between the four tents.

"Don't we still have steamed buns? Just have some soup." The man called Second Brother Wang carried a large basket of steamed buns and put it next to the wooden barrel.

Mu Hanzhang walked over curiously and took a look. The three of them looked at him strangely and exchanged glances. It was rumored in the military camp last night that the prince brought a very good-looking military advisor and slept in the same tent with him. Needless to say, this must be him.

"Military advisor got up so early." Wang Er saw that the prince's personal servant followed him, so he couldn't pretend not to see it, so he greeted him.

Mu Hanzhang nodded slightly and asked in a gentle voice: "Is breakfast like this every day? Why don't you see any vegetables?" He is now just a military advisor verbally appointed by Jing Shao, that is, the so-called military advisor and chief wine, just a counselor, without an official position, so he can't be too pretentious in front of these soldiers.

"Hey, as long as you can eat enough, what's the point of being a soldier?" Wang Er winked at the two soldiers behind him, "We still have to carry the rice, the military advisor can go around by himself."

The soldier carrying the bucket wanted to say something, but facing the neat and tidy military advisor, he seemed a little embarrassed. He wiped his hands on the apron and ran away with Wang Er.

"Brother Wang Er, you said that this military advisor is so beautiful, is it true that he is the prince's mistress as they say..."

"Shh... Don't talk nonsense in broad daylight." Wang Er hurriedly covered the soldier'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 was not much richer than that of ordinary soldiers, except for a plate of stir-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 apologetically: "Life in the military camp is a little hard. If you don't like it, I'll let the chef of the palace follow you..."

"Eating with the soldiers is what you should do," Mu Hanzhang sat at the table and picked up the rice bowl, "I'm just wondering, the Ministry of Revenue has allocated a lot of money to you this time, why is the military camp still so hard."

"Silver?" Jing Shao took a bite of the steamed bun, "There are so many people in the army, no amount of silver is enough to spend."

Fearing that he would bite his tongue while eating and talking, Mu Hanzhang pursed his lips and said no more, but in his heart he thought that he had to check the accounts of the army in the next two days. It's secondary that the soldiers don't eat well. If someone embezzles the military pay, when the army sets out, the Ministry of Revenue will send someone to manage the accounts. If there is a problem, it will be troublesome.

"Prince! Prince, it's not good!" A soldier suddenly ran to the front of the tent and shouted, "The little black horse seems to be sick!"