After Waking up Beside the Villain

    Di Yan, who didn't like Firearms Camp, a money-burning monster who only eats and doesn't spit, has a lot of expectations for cement after visiting Xingang. After watching the cement, his expectations escalated into anxiety.

     "My lord, this cement is really a good thing!"

    "Imagine if those border towns that were destroyed before were rebuilt, they would be able to build concrete walls one after another, which would be invincible, and swords would not be broken... Then defending the city would be much stronger than before, Don't be afraid of those rampaging barbarians in Da Zhou!"

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

    "It's just this new steel and cement, and those firearms you're going to develop, it's a real waste of money. The big families you've raised aren't enough..."

    It is rare to see this accustomed to calm and self-controlled subordinate so excited, and then worried and indignant, Chu Yunsheng thought about it, and picked up the hot tea just brewed: "In the past If you don’t have enough to eat, you need to raise new ones.”

    Di Yan was startled: "But north of the capital..."

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

    Di Yan suddenly realized.

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

    Mentioning about Tian Lang, who often prepared meals for Chu Yunsheng in the barracks, a coldness flashed in Di Yan's eyes, and replied, "Don't worry, my lord, I have sent it along with your family according to your wishes. I'm gone. My subordinates went there in person, so I started quickly, those secret letters and the rest of the medicine have not yet been processed."

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

    "Yes."

    Chu Yunsheng pondered and nodded slightly: "Keep it all, it will be useful in the future."

    Di Yan promised. As for what it will be useful in the future, he doesn't know or guess.

    Since his prince returned from the border crossing in early winter, it has become more and more invisible. This is not frightening or disturbing, but it seems that it may be a better and better thing.

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

    In the deep courtyard, there was a servant waiting in the corridor with a lamp.

    After a while, the study door in front creaked.

    Mu Qingjia nodded, did not answer, and went out first.

    Seeing that the driver on the carriage was not there, the little servant frowned and muttered dissatisfiedly: "The old man doesn't know where he went! Master Zhao asked him to protect the young master and drive the carriage for the young master, what? Like this..."

    Mu Qingjia got into the car and turned her head suddenly.

    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 was startled, and immediately realized something, his face turned pale: "Master... We are leaving the Zhao family?"

    Mu Qingjia didn't answer, she climbed into the car and motioned for the servant to drive back.

    The little servant did not dare to delay, but in a hurry, he rushed back to the small courtyard where Mu Qingjia lived alone in the heavy snow.

      The Zhao family refused to lend a helping hand, nor did they agree to let me go to the death row to meet someone."

     Don't you like him, why are you going to save him now? That's a big crime of treason, punishing the Nine Clan..."

    Mu Qingjia froze as he threw the letter into the brazier.

    The tongue of flame licked to the tip of the finger.

    Mu Qingjia frowned, and suddenly retracted her fingers into her sleeves.

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

    Save Beihanfeng?

    Not to mention the fact that the rebellion was revealed after he repeatedly came to the door to hint, even when there were still similar interests in the palace, Mu Qingjia never thought that he would go with Bei Hanfeng. trouble.

    That's what a fool does.

    He Mu Qingjia is not stupid, so he begged the Zhao family, all he wanted was to be kicked out of the house today, after all, the Zhao family also knew about his affair with Bei Hanfeng , and never understood his attitude.

    In order to get rid of Beihanfeng, in order to find a road to Qingyun, he tried his best to step into the door of the aristocratic family.

    He clearly has blood that is nobler than them!

    Mu Qingjia tilted her head sharply.

      The Eighth Prince was similar - if it wasn't for the Great Zhou embassy, ​​he might never have realized the deep meaning of his mother's words when she died of illness.

    The regent is domineering and tyrannical, and the city is deep. The family is extravagant and rotten, with huge roots. The general is stupid and arrogant, with a clear ambition. The emperor is unpredictable and deeply hidden. One New Year's Eve state banquet, all exposed.

    Mu Qingjia just listened to the news and couldn't stop her body from chilling.

    Dajin is already rotten, and there is no way he wants.

    "Master?"

    Mu Qingjia suddenly returned to her senses: "Everything is packed?"

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

      Two charred corpses were dragged out of the courtyard, and the human form could no longer be identified. People around said that the courtyard belonged to the name of Mu Qingjia of the Marquis of Anyuan.

    The news soon appeared on Chu Yunsheng's desk.

    The secret letter stated that one of the charred corpses had some valuable ornaments from the Marquis of Anyuan, suspected to be Mu Qingjia. There was also news of the arrival of the Marquis of Anyuan, implying that Mu Qingjia had a close relationship with Bei Hanfeng, and it was possible for him to commit suicide or be killed.

    But Chu Yun's voice is clear, Mu Qingjia will not die.

    It's just that it came out of nowhere—

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

    It seems that the butterfly wings are fanned, if the status is high enough, the power is strong enough, and the halo is captured quickly, it can not only kill the protagonist, but also fan the plot quickly.

    Mu Qingjia ran back to Da Zhou, which was not a bad thing for Chu Yunsheng. If used properly, it can be a good thing.

    So in response, Chu Yunsheng only ordered a few more inspections of the border, paying attention to the next week in the country, and did not make any further arrangements.

    Unconsciously, this year of snowing every night has finally passed.

    At the fifth dynasties meeting, the nine Beihanfeng tribes were moved from the ordinary dungeon to the death row, and they would be beheaded only after it was confirmed that the protagonist could be killed. The regent with the golden black robe still stands at the head of the hundred officials, his expression is indifferent and indifferent.

    The number of ministers of civil and military affairs in the Taiji Hall is less than before.

    The patriarchs of the four major families all fell ill at home, and even the ministers with the family factions were also ill. At first glance, it seemed like a plague in the family.

      After all, in the first court meeting of the new year, to discuss the handling of the rebellion on New Year's Eve, it was a slap in the face of Jiangmen.

    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. The roots of the aristocratic family are all over the yamen, and if there is a strike, there will be no major turbulence in the court.

    But Chu Yunsheng is not worried about this.

    He knew that the family would not dare.

    It's just that he exposed the little white-eyed wolf, and the family is vigilant, this idea will not work.

    Without those messy people, this morning was unexpectedly clean.

    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 should be watched, so he got busy again.

    This kind of busyness lasts two or three months. The most intuitive feeling about this is Lu Fenglou.

    It seems that as soon as this strange New Year is over, his misunderstood and sanctimonious teacher has returned to the way he came and gone like a year ago, which is unpredictable.

    Lu Fenglou is now in the barracks most of the time.

    He didn't have many days to go to court, and now it's even more pitiful. Occasionally, when going to court the next day, Chu Yunsheng, who was absent all night, would appear. With a pair of hands warmed by the brazier, he dug him out of the quilt in the camp and wrapped it in his arms. Washing clothes, then pouring 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 hooves, and rushing to the capital as if he were urging his life.

    Those little pastries that used to be on the imperial chariot are gone, only a piece of candied fruit hastily stuffed under the tongue.

    But if she turned her head and touched her, her jaw and lips would be warm and hot.

    The days of the previous dynasty were spent in such a fast-paced, indistinguishable hot and cold.

    And if you don't go to court, Lu Fenglou hardly sees Chu Yunsheng except for the period of acupuncture and moxibustion treatment. .

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

    The new mandarin is not standard, with a strong local accent, a bit like Nandi.

    Ask the reason, and the same answer as before. But Lu Fenglou didn't believe a word. What Chu Yunsheng did was not a big fanfare, but if he could really follow the clues, it would not be too difficult to investigate.

    The new recruits from the southern land are new to the scene, and they are all young masters.

    But the mutiny was reported to the camp next door before a few soldiers were gathered.

    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 that they were so hot and so painful that the young masters were howling. When he was about to die, the hard-hearted centurions had no pity, and they insisted on hanging their bare bottoms all day and night.

    So, Lu Fenglou Tianmengliang just walked around back to the recruit camp from the handsome tent, but he couldn't stand his feet, and was dragged by the fat and thin man in the first team to fight. Then hold the bowl and watch the white buttocks of the eldest young masters.

    Lu Fenglou: “…”

    Lu Fenglou is an emperor after all, and has no hobby of eating on other people's butts. Unless it's an old bastard's ass, maybe think about it.

    But before Lu Fenglou refused this gracious invitation, he realized that he didn't need to watch those bare-ass dudes. Because when the three of them arrived, there was a large circle of people around the pole that tied the people, and they couldn't squeeze in.

      The **** admired the skin color, and it was debated whether he was fair-faced who had just enlisted in the army, or the tender skin hanging on his head.

    The thin man whispered: "Listen to these people's accents are more from Guangnan, it's not normal to be thrown here for thousands of miles. If you don't be honest in the future, I'm afraid it will be even more sad than we were at the beginning. ."

    Lu Fenglou slowly took a mouthful of porridge and remained silent.

    Skinny is right.

    In the days to come, this group of young masters from the South could be considered to be tossed.

    The centurion on the top is training hard, and the fat and thin people are on the bottom. These former gangsters are now being called by the old soldiers. In less than a month, these young masters will kneel down and accept their fate, train peacefully, and be honest Work and cry silently at night.

    It was cold and tired in the barracks. Lu Fenglou was blessed with the layer of blackening ointment on his body, even his hands and face were still tender. It's just that he smears it black, and others can't see the difference.

    But it's not as weak as it used to be.

    The days of the boot camp are boring and the training is different from many of the past.

    Unwittingly, Lu Fenglou saw that the eldest young masters who were not diligent in their limbs and grains were growing tall and strong, and they were dancing with sticks to be like tigers and tigers.

    It's a bit of an army.

    Lu Fenglou thought in his heart, but in his mind flashed the personal soldiers of Chu Yunsheng he had seen before - it's just that it is far from such a ban, killing bravery.

    But Lu Fenglou's boring pondering didn't last long.

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

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

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

    Lu Fenglou turned over, quickly dressed, raised a gun, carefully lifted the curtain and looked out, and saw that the torches outside looked like a dragon, and the army was mobilized.

    He was so nervous, he walked out of the tent to the new barracks, trying to see something from these solemn and fast-moving soldiers, but just happened to see their centurion walking quickly, looking at When he saw him, he shouted, "Lou Feng, didn't 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.

    At this time, the sky is still dark, and the stars are dimly covered in the sky.

    The three centurions walked out of the barracks with the group, and joined a group of light cavalry at the barracks gate, then opened the back door of the barracks, and along the mountain road, entered a Very narrow canyon.

    "We sent the barracks... Actually let us send the barracks!"

    The fat man could barely hold back the ecstasy in his throat, and said by the side.

    Skinny said: "What happened, do you want to run?"

    The fat man shook his head: "Fuck. I didn't look at the cavalry, I just looked at us. If I dare to run now, I'll be sure to shoot the right arrow. We are a treasure at home, here we are. It's not as good as a grass, let you do what you want. But it's always good to be able to go out to the camp and let the wind out."

    The thin man couldn't help but nodded.

    But Lu Fenglou remembered the marked map he saw in Chu Yunsheng's tent a few days ago, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled into an inexplicable smile: "That's good. Good, but not necessarily as everyone wishes."

    Four days later, the recruits camped in a col.

    In the evening, a general from the light cavalry came over 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.

    The steamed bun in the fat man's mouth fell instantly: "Suppressing bandits? I think bandits are suppressing us..."

    Lu Fenglou was also a little startled.

    But he was guessing the meaning of Chu Yunsheng's move.

    Lu Fenglou felt that he had guessed it, but when it came to this time, he didn't dare to believe it - Chu Yunsheng regarded military power as his own, how could he have worked so hard to make a for him A soldier who shares weal and woe?

    It is still such an unusual group of soldiers.