When Mu Hanyang woke up, it was already three rods of sunrise.
The whole body is like falling apart, everywhere is not sore, even open your eyes feel laborious, and even feel that the body is still constantly bumping and shaking. Mu Hanzhang thought in some trance, Jing Shao that bastard, how many times did he do last night? He only remembered that when he was so tired that he passed out, that guy was still tossing and turning on him.
A burst of ears came from the sound of a wooden wheel pressing over the stones, the long slender eyelashes trembled, slowly opened a pair of hazy eyes, Mu Hany Zhang confused and stunned for a moment, felt that the roof of the tent today is a little strange, as if it is the roof ...... of a horse carriage!
Only then did Mu Hanzhang realize that something was wrong and struggled to get up, the soreness in his waist made him unable to help but frown, and he could only barely sit up against the wall of the car.
The carriage was exquisitely furnished, the whole bottom of the carriage raised on a high platform, all covered with thick upholstery, and above it a layer of green jade mats; the walls of the carriage were embedded with shelves and small compartments, with a few books and an incense burner; and in a recess in front of the door there was a small table with his shoes, and on the small table there was a water-bag and two cups.
Underneath the body is a comfortable green jade mat, surrounded by several pillows of different sizes, all carefully wrapped with a layer of jade mat, Mu Hanyang slightly squinted his eyes, reached out to open the curtains of light-colored tulle, and saw that outside the car on top of a handsome black horse, was sitting on his own prince who should have already gone to the barracks!
Jing Shao was riding Xiao Hei in a refreshed manner, last night's doing was really enjoyable, causing him to get up late himself, he couldn't bear to wake up Jun Qing who was sleeping soundly, so he directly carried him to the pre-prepared carriage, and handed the royal residence over to the wrinkled bun-faced Duo Fu and Mr. Yun, and then he beautifully brought his own Wangfei towards the barracks which was fifty miles south of the city.
Suddenly feeling a line of sight, Jing Shao turned his head to look at the carriage, and saw the handsome face of his own princess appearing at the window, and busily waved his hand to tell the driver to stop the carriage, and jumped off Xiao Hei to get into the carriage.
"Awake from your nap?" Jing Shao smiled and poured a glass of water and handed it over.
Mu Hanzhang didn't pick it up, but leaned against the wall of the car and watched him quietly.
"Ahem, don't sit like this," Jing Shao was looked at with some weakness, took off his shoes and climbed up, yanked aside a large welcome pillow, hugged his own royal consort who was aching and limp, and let him lean against it, ingratiatingly feeding the cup to his lips, "Drink a mouthful of water first, and the meal Yunsong will be delivered in a while. "
"Where are you taking me?" Mu Hanzhang rarely didn't push back, drinking the entire glass of water right from Jing Shao's hand, still quietly staring at him.
"Hehehe, my army is lacking a military advisor, so you have nothing to do in the capital, why don't you come with me to the southwest?" Jing Shao scratched his head and turned around to pour another glass of water.
"When the general is away, the family must not leave the capital." Mu Hanzhang narrowed his eyes, looking at the cup handed to him, his hand on the welcome pillow slowly rubbing the rounded jade piece.
"The royal family is not there is a concubine, which you do not have to worry about," Jing Shao proudly said, "I was going to secretly take you away, I did not expect to mention yesterday with the father, he even agreed, as long as you do not let others know that the identity of your consort is."
The dust raised by the rumbling ...... carriage fell on the king who was still carrying his shoes, and it was quite a bit of depression.
Jing Shao stood frozen in place, only half a moment later remembering to put his shoes on. He, surprisingly, had been driven off the carriage by his own princess, and was still so miserable that he hadn't even put on his shoes!
Turning his head to look at a certain mount that had also been left behind, Blackie was boredly tugging a leaf and chewing on it in his mouth, and when he saw his master looking over, he snorted unkindly with what sounded very much like a gloating laugh.
"How dare you kid laugh at me!" Jing Shao indignantly grabbed Xiao Hei's mane and rubbed it vigorously against that big head, "You don't have a daughter-in-law yet! It's still not as good as me!"
The carriage traveled slower, and by the time it arrived at the barracks, it was already dusk.
The camp was on an open plain, surrounded by tall poplar trees. Tents were neatly arranged, torches snapped on iron pots, and spear-wielding soldiers patrolled among the tents in groups.
"Your Majesty!" The soldiers on the lookout saw Jing Shao riding on Xiao Hei, and busily signaled the people below to open the wooden fence.
"Greetings, Your Highness King Cheng!" Several great generals in armor ran over, kneeling and saluting in unison.
"All get up!" Jing Shao jumped off his horse, patted the person kneeling at the very front, and without waiting for the crowd to get up, he turned around and walked to the carriage, slowly lifting a bit of the curtain, "Junqing, come down." Then, curtly, he stretched his hand over.
The man in the car obviously did not appreciate it, a lift the curtain, Woody walked down.
A few generals watched as the king invited out a handsome and extraordinary man from the carriage, dressed in a light green wide-sleeved Chinese dress that stood out in a group of people full of armor and soldier's uniforms, and his elegant and scholarly aura was out of place in the surroundings.
"Your Majesty, who is this?" The man at the head of the group was about thirty years old, with a stout figure and looked quite fierce.
"This is my military advisor, Mr. Jun Qingjun." Jing Shao smiled and introduced the crowd.
The master of the army? Several generals look at each other, the king with troops, never heard of also with the military division, this is not the world in chaos, but also to have to settle the country's generals of the talent to plan the world.
Mu Hanzhang lightly swept through the crowd and raised his hand to hold his fist, military generals have always been displeased with the literati, and these people would naturally be hostile to the sudden appearance of the military commander, so he was not surprised by their instantly cold eyes.
Jing Shao frowned slightly, but he couldn't say anything at this time, introducing the people one by one to his own princess.
The man at the head was Zhao Meng, General Zhao. The two men following behind, the cold-faced one was the Left Guard, and the smiling one was the Right Guard.
"Before the king said anything beforehand, the last general did not prepare the military division's tent," Zhao Meng looked up and down at the weak Mu Huanzhang, his tone was quite disdainful, "I can only condemn the military division to deal with the soldiers for a night first."
"There is no harm in it, the Military Counselor will just live with this king." Although he knew that General Zhao was making things difficult for Jun Qing, but it was exactly what Jing Shao wanted, he was busy pretending to be generous and said.
"How can that be? If someone else lives in His Majesty's tent, it's overstepping the rules!" Zhao Meng said gruffly.
"Live wherever you want," Mu Hanzhang slowly opened his mouth, his voice warm and calm, very good to hear, "General do not have to be difficult, feel free to arrange a tent for me is."
"Hehehe, ordinary tents are dirty and smelly, how can a tender skinned person like the military counselor be accustomed to living in them? If you don't mind, come and live with me." The Right Guard smiled and came up.
Jing Shao heard a head of fire, a slap to the right guard's head: "Nobody fucking thinks, the military division will live with this king."
After saying that, he didn't care about the crowd, pulling Mu Hanzhang's arm and dragging the person to the biggest one tent.
Zhao Meng looked at the backs of the two men, snorted coldly, and turned to leave.
The Right Guardian skimmed his lips and said to the Left Guardian, "This Military Counselor is so good looking, that old boy Zhao Meng even gave up making things difficult for people."
The Left Guard glanced at him and silently turned away.
"Hey hey, why did you leave without waiting for me?" The Right Guard waited for half a day without an answer, turned his head and saw the Left Guard's figure fading into the darkness, and busily raised his feet to chase after him.
The king's tent prepared for the king is really much more spacious than the other tents, summer did not lay the carpet, the cold air on the ground at night turned up very cool. Wooden platform paved a very wide bed, the countryside night cool, but did not pave the mat, a bed of soft and smooth brocade quilt spread on it, for the body sore Mu Hanzhang is really a great temptation.
Looking at his own Wangfei who entered the tent and flopped onto the bed, Jing Shao touched his nose and slowly came over, a pair of hands tentatively caressing his waist: "Does it still hurt?"
Mu Hanzhang glanced at him, "Next time, the king will not know if he comes to try it himself."
Jing Shao dryly laughed twice, sensible shut up, seriously in the waist and femur pinch up, thin summer clothes can penetrate the body temperature under the material, soft satin clearly depicts that wonderful lines, a pair of big hands rubbing can not help but slide down a little.
"Tomorrow have someone prepare another tent for me." Mu Hanzhang also did not look at him, so he lay down on the pillow and said coolly.
"No!" Jing Shao refused without thinking, and the hand that had just caressed a piece of roundness obediently moved back to his waist.
"Which military division has been living with the king." Mu Hanzhang yawned a small yawn, after a bumpy ride in the car, he couldn't sleep well when it was hard on his body, so he was a little sleepy at this moment.
"A military division is to be with the marshal so that they can discuss war matters at any time!" Jing Shao straightened up and said, "It's been like that since ancient times."
Mu Hanyang rolled his eyes, he read all the history books, never saw which dynasty and which generation have this kind of rules, lazy to argue with him, the waist is very comfortable when heavy and light kneading, then quietly let him pinch for a while, in Jing Shao thought he fell asleep, suddenly asked softly, "Why did you lie to me last night?"
"Huh?" Jing Shao was startled, scratched his head and said, "I didn't say a word of panic! Originally is, will soon be in the army, the future marching, fighting to save physical strength, it is really difficult to have the opportunity to make out!"
"It's good that Your Highness knows this, so go sleep with General Zhao tonight." After Mu Hanzhang finished speaking, he rolled over and yanked the brocade quilt aside, facing inward and no longer paying attention to him.
"Junqing ......," Jing Shao called out pitifully.
"Your Highness, are you asleep? Not asleep come to the center tent and drink!" Zhao Meng called loudly from outside the tent.
Jing Shao rubbed the corner of his forehead with a headache, wanting to scold him away, but afraid of noisy people around him, he only walked out, "What's the noise, this king is sleepy, I won't drink tonight." After saying that, he was going to drill back in again.
"Your Majesty, the last general has something to say." Zhao Meng took Jing Shao by the hand and dragged him into the distance.
"Speak!" Jing Shao shook off General Zhao's hand and said impatiently.
"The end will not know where this military master king is looking for, just this southwest all the way to the difficult and dangerous, he is afraid that this body is not able to eat, and a paper scholar, if you do not know how to fight but also blindly command, I'm afraid that it is going to be a mistake." Zhao Meng practicing martial arts people, speak in full breath, this did not walk two steps, lying in the tent Mu Hanzhang naturally hear clearly.
"This king has his own measure," Jing Shao frowned, sighed and said, "I know you are not convinced now, but you can't be too arbitrary about people and things, I'm not forcing you to take him as a military advisor right now, and after a while, we'll talk about it. Just one thing, Mr. Jun was invited by me with great difficulty, even if you are not convinced, you are not allowed to do anything disrespectful to him, and even more so, you are not allowed to put him in danger! If anything happens to him, this king will never forgive him lightly."
"Che, the last general is not so bad as to be in trouble with a defenseless scholar," Zhao Meng felt that he was being belittled and snorted coldly, "Only if he tells me what to do, don't expect me to have patience with him either!"
"Alright, alright, less nagging, get lost, this king is going to sleep." Jing Shao waved his hand, coaxing people like he was chasing flies.
"Your Highness, are you really not coming for a drink?" Zhao Meng took two steps, then turned back to the deed and said, quickly running away before Jing Shao raised his foot to kick him.
When General Zhao left, Jing Shao glanced despondently at the king's tent behind him, not daring to go in immediately, but only aimlessly scattering his steps in the camp.