Zheng Rong said

eleven

It was three poles high in the sun, and Han Ji struggled to wake up.

According to his mind, he shouldn't be the one who 'suffers' such things as drinking and having sex.

Although the process is not perfect, in short, the goal is achieved.

He reached for the pillow with his arms, only to realize that there was no one around him, and when he lifted the quilt to look, his face instantly seemed to be covered with scorched earth.

what is this!Eat it dry and leave it alone!

If outsiders knew about it, his old face would be lost.

Fan Sheng entered the account, buried his head and told, "Master, the commander-in-chief has an invitation."

Han Ji naturally pulled up the thin quilt to cover his lower body tightly, and said in a very annoyed tone, "Prepare water and take a bath."

Fan Sheng glanced furtively, then obeyed his orders and backed away.

Han Ji never took a bath when he got up early, and yesterday he told Fan Sheng to go to bed on time, what happened after that was known only to the two of them.

Han Ji's more than 20 years of life in Changhe has never been so dismal, and his awkward walking posture caused the guards on the side of the road to take a second look.

Yang Zhan was also surprised, and asked concerned, "You look bad, are you sick?"

Han Ji replied lightly, "Didn't sleep well."

"Sit," Yang Zhan looked up and down, pointing to the passenger seat, "Isn't it worried about the capital?"

Han Ji glanced at the seat, supported his waist without moving, grinned, "There is nothing to worry about, no matter how powerful the King of Qin is, without military power, he can't overthrow the sky, I can't bear to part with you, uncle!"

Yang Zhan was happy to eat Han Ji's set every time, and smiled with neat white teeth, "Spoof! But it's not too late, it's better to return to Beijing as soon as possible."

"Left tomorrow."

"Just in case you take five thousand elite soldiers away, Fan Sheng will also take away. With him here, I can rest assured."

Han Ji was absent-minded, and agreed casually, "Then I'll go back to the account and take care of it."

He went back the same way, looked around coldly, and arrived at the camp, but the person who should appear still did not appear.

Han Ji became more and more annoyed.Why is it that he is at a disadvantage, so is it possible that he should take the initiative?The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, he lay down on the bed, motionless as a mountain.

Yun Jie in front of the table in this room was staring at a book on military affairs, and hadn't turned the pages for half a day, trying to dig a hole in the wooden table with his fingers.

Finally he rushed out of the tent and shouted, "Tong Huai."

Tong Huai responded immediately, "What orders does the general have?"

Yun Jie pretended to flip through the book and asked casually, "Is someone looking for me?"

"No."

Hearing this, he waved his hand to signal Tong Huai to step back, and leaned back in the chair as if discouraged.

Han Ji once said that such things do happen in the military, but they are just for consolation.Presumably he is open-minded, so he doesn't take it seriously when he is used to it.

Having said that, he hoped that Han Ji would tell him one more time before he left, and whatever he said would be fine.

On this day, the scene seemed to pass by without a trace, and both of them were waiting.

All disappointed.

At dawn the next day, Han Ji set off in a low-key manner.

Thousands of troops and horses were chaotic on the battlefield, and the horns shook the sky. Yun Jie had a passionate dream all night, and faintly heard the sound of war drums, and he suddenly woke up.

The sky was bright outside the tent, and the sound of drums for training soldiers rose and fell from time to time.

He was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly dressed and went to the ground.

Flying all the way towards the Han Ji camp tent.Not seeing Fan Sheng guarding the gate, he rushed straight into the tent, looked around, only Han Ji's saber on the wall was gone.

He adjusted his breath and walked quickly towards the handsome tent.

On the other side, Yang Zhan sent Han Ji away, and as soon as he returned to his tent, the guard reported, "Commander, General Ling is asking to see you."

"welcome."

Yun Jie got permission, and walked quickly into the handsome tent. When he didn't see Han Ji, he knew that he had left.

After he saluted, he still opened his mouth to ask for confirmation, "Excuse me, Commander, has Han Canjun left?"

"Why didn't he tell you?"

"It was mentioned..."

Yang Zhan said with a smile, "He didn't make any publicity about his return to Beijing, and I just sent him outside the barracks. By the way, he asked me to tell you that if you find it troublesome to check in the books in his tent, you can just stay. If you ask him to pass it on, he will pass it on for you."

Yun Jie listened silently, deeply annoyed.

"Is there something else for General Ling?" Yang Zhan asked again when he saw that his expression was descriptive, as if he was holding back and refused to say anything.

Yun Jie was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly said, "Did he... say anything else?"

Yang Zhan thought about it for a while, and said, "No, I don't think he's in a high mood. Could it be that you two are bickering? This kid Han Ji has a much better temper these years in the barracks. Don't worry about saying something serious, he I am very optimistic about you, of course, I am too, you must not let him down!"

Yang Zhan patted him on the shoulder solemnly.

Yun Jie lowered his head and cupped his fists, "I will understand in the end, I will leave in the end."

Yang Zhan nodded and didn't keep him.

Yun Jie exited the tent as usual and hurried to the gate of the camp.

People have gone far away, the flying dust has faded, and everything has returned to calm.

The strange sense of loss, like the green rice brew that bewitched him that night, scorched his throat and fascinated his heart.

The fine cavalry team is moving forward unhurriedly.

The order was issued by Han Ji.He wouldn't make things difficult for him when he was sick, so he played his temper and asked for a carriage.

Clearly returning triumphantly to the imperial court, lying on the carriage couch with a feeble appearance, he came back alive.

Everyone in the world can retreat to the mountains and rivers to sing songs, but he was born in the emperor's family, with inherent preciousness and an inescapable responsibility.

Emperor Ning Ding, just like his title, would rather abandon his only son to Ding Taiping.The tragedy of human relations is not unique to the emperor's family, but it is even more ruthless.

His father, the king, also had high spirits, but after decades of being pampered and pampered, he became more and more stupid and ignorant.If he doesn't return to Beijing to remind his father that there is still a legitimate son living in the military camp, I'm afraid he will become a joke handed down from generation to generation. Is he the rightful crown prince or the only uncle with the surname Han.

The father dies and the son succeeds, and the brother ends up with the younger brother, which remains unchanged through the ages.