Dingjiangshan

Ning Yan originally wanted to follow the Chinese army, but Ning Huaijin didn't agree with anything.

They all knew that the Chinese army was marching in a hurry. When they arrived in Nanyang, they wanted to help the Nanyang mansion out of the siege. They had to face Ning Zheng's troops head-on. Ning Yan had never been on the battlefield. It was impossible for Ning Huaijin to let him go so easily go to a dangerous place.

Ning Yan fought with him for two cups of tea with a single candle but failed. In the end, he was defeated first, and gave in and said that he would take the soldiers from Xinyang.

The direction of Xinyang is farther than their expected marching direction, but fortunately, the terrain is flat, even if they are rushing forward every day, it will not be too strenuous.

There was no time to delay the division of troops, that night Xie Jue named out the east and west troops and handed them over to Ning Yan and Zheng Shaohui respectively.

As for Linglong, at least she is a "female family" who followed Ning Yan, so she can't be too negligent, and it's really unseemly to stay with a bunch of soldiers.So Xie Jue single-pointed more than [-] good players, and told them to disguise themselves as commoner servants, turn to the official road on the spot, and act as ordinary caravans.

Except for the Chinese army who had to recuperate for a night, the other two armies would not have so much rest time if they wanted not to fall too far behind.

A few days ago, when marching, at any rate, they traveled during the day and camped at night.But after the division of troops, Ning Yan had to lengthen his marching time during the day because he had to rush to Nanyang as soon as possible. He set off every morning when it was dark, and camped at night.

After leaving the capital, the weather gets wetter the further south you go. In addition, it has already entered autumn, and the temperature at night is getting lower and lower day by day.The cold poison on Ning Yan's body was only temporarily suppressed, and the remaining poison was not cleared away. He was still very afraid of the cold, and had already put on the jacket before others.

It doesn't matter if you are in the capital at ordinary times, camping and raising troops on the way to the army are very hasty, and you don't have the time and energy to burn extra charcoal basins for Ning Yan, so you can only pick up a few pieces from the gang leader during the meal. The hot charcoal that is burning red is brought back to warm the tent, and no amount of it will be gone.

Ning Huaijin originally shared two tents with Ning Yan to rest, but one night, the Huaiyu pawn shop in Xinyang sent him a letter to explain the situation in Xinyang. When he brought the letter to Ning Yan's tent to ask for an interview, Seeing that Ning Yan shrank under the quilt and was shaking violently, he realized that this was not possible.

Prince Gong didn't say anything that night, but when he camped again the next day, Ning Yan inexplicably found that the tent next to the tent was missing.

Ning Yan stood in front of the tent blankly and pondered for a while, then simply took back the steps he had taken, and was about to find a soldier to give instructions, whether he had neglected it when setting up the camp.

However, as soon as he turned around, he bumped into Ning Huaijin who was walking towards him.

"Your Majesty, why don't you go in?" Ning Huaijin said, "It's cold at night, don't stand outside for too long."

Ning Yan: "..."

He spoke in a very natural tone-if you ignore the bedroll he was carrying in his hand.

"Uncle Emperor?" Ning Yan asked strangely, "What is this for?"

"There was a tent on the other side of the army that was not fastened. When we crossed Laojieling in the afternoon, we slid down the cliff. The soldiers next to us grabbed it but failed to catch it." Ning Huaijin said naturally: "A dozen or so The soldiers had no place to sleep, so the minister evened out the tents."

Ning Yan recalled it for a while, but didn't think of such a thing.

However, the road at Laojie Ridge was indeed narrow and long. He was in the front army, so it was normal not to worry about what was going on behind him, so he didn't have any doubts. He nodded and turned around and opened the curtain.

"Then Uncle Huang will be wronged in the same tent as me these few days." Ning Yan said: "There are still three or five days' journey from Nanyang, so it will be soon."

Ning Huaijin had this intention in the first place, so she naturally agreed, and personally carried a bedding roll and followed Ning Yan into the tent.

As soon as Ning Yan came in, his eyes turned around in the tent, only to find that two low couches had been laid out in the tent, one horizontally and one vertically, one of which was not far from the door, and the tent near the inside Next to it is a small table with a pot of tea on it.

— This was obviously ordered in advance.

Ning Yan felt suspicious in his heart, he couldn't help turning his head around, and gave Ning Huaijin a suspicious look.

However, Prince Gong didn't receive his probing gaze, he had already walked towards the outside couch, and put the bedroll in his hand on it.

Immediately afterwards, Ning Yan saw that he did not take off the bedding, but reached out his hand to dig in the crevice of the bedding, took out something the size of two fists and held it in his hand, turned around and walked towards Ning Yan.

As Ning Huaijin got closer, Ning Yan finally saw what was in his hand - it was a small Mrs. Tang, and a small clay pot with a wooden cork.

Ning Huaijin weighed these two things in his hands, and handed them to Ning Yan.

That Mrs. Tang was a bit old, and there was a little patina green in the cracks of the brass that hadn't been washed. Ning Yan subconsciously took it in his hand and found that it was hot.

The hand stove in the palace would be covered with a thick cloth cover, but the little Tang woman in Ning Yan's hand did not have this treatment. The hot water squeaked twice inside, and it felt a little hot to the touch.

Ning Yan held this Mrs. Tang in his hand and rubbed it for a while, then suddenly said: "Uncle Emperor, did the rear army really lose their tent?"

Ning Huaijin: "..."

Prince Gong was silent for a moment, and said honestly: "Actually, not."

Ning Yan chuckled and said, "Why did the emperor admit it so quickly?"

"Your Majesty asked." Ning Huaijin said, "If you lie, it is a crime of deceiving the emperor."

"Uncle Huang is used to taking advantage of loopholes." Ning Yan said half-truthfully, "As if he just fooled me just now, it doesn't count as bullying the king."

Ning Huaijin smiled helplessly and said, "Your Majesty is right."

The tent was baked by charcoal fire in advance, and there is still a little warm and dry smell left.The black charcoal used in the march was no better than the silver charcoal in the palace, and it always smelled like charcoal when it was burned. It smelled like burnt dry wood, which was a bit choking.

Ning Yan weighed Pozi Tang in his hand again, walked to his couch and sat down, and put these two things on his lap.

"Actually, Uncle Huang doesn't have to be like this." Ning Yan said: "When marching and fighting, it is right to suffer a little. If I feel that I can't bear it anymore, I will take care of the fire from the leader's army."

"But will His Majesty really say it?" Ning Huaijin asked back.

Ning Yan choked.

These days, when Ning Huaijin had nothing to do, she also thought about why Ning Yan insisted on conscripting herself.If it is for merit, he is only 16 years old this year, so young, he still has time to make contributions.If it was for the sake of the royal family's face, I was afraid that Ning Zheng would not be easy to deal with because he is a direct relative of the royal family. At worst, he would be arrested alive and taken back to the capital.

However, these days, Ning Huaijin watched Ning Yan eat and sleep with the soldiers, marching on the same road, and slowly figured it out.

——Ning Yan also seemed to want to "prove" himself.

The morale of a young man is a very miraculous thing, when sharpened he is not afraid of anything, he dares to break through anything.But sometimes it seems too "real", as if you have to use the most direct and obvious way to prove that you are not worse than others.

So even if the poison in Ning Yan's body is still not cleared, even if he has never led troops on a campaign, and has never gone through such a "difficult" road, these days, he has not shown any signs of fatigue in front of the soldiers.

Ning Huaijin couldn't persuade him, because this was indeed a good time for Ning Yan to establish himself in the army.Now that we have come out to suffer, we must make this hardship more useful.

But this does not prevent Ning Huaijin from filling Ning Yan with some small things in private to make his life more comfortable.

In the final analysis, in front of Ning Huaijin, Ning Yan did not need to rely on bravado and hardship to establish his prestige.

Sure enough, Ning Yan opened his mouth, not embarrassed to open his eyes to speak nonsense, and said the phrase "yes".

"That's fine." Ning Huaijin said: "I will add a quilt to Your Majesty tonight. If you are still uncomfortable, I will find a stove tomorrow night."

Ning Yan sat on the edge of the bed with her head down, like a child obediently obediently, she nodded upon hearing this.

He picked up the small clay pot on his lap and asked, "Then what is this?"

"It's a crude burning knife." Ning Huaijin said: "The boss and the others are coming, I have already tasted it beforehand. If your majesty feels cold, a sip will make you feel better."

"Is it wine?" Ning Yan was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the small clay pot, and put it on the small table.

"Originally, we should really ask whether His Majesty is able to drink alcohol, but it's a pity that Dr. Cheng is too far away from General Xie and the others." Seeing Ning Yan like this, Ning Huaijin thought he was worried, and quickly said: "But this time Small pot, Your Majesty, save some and drink for three to five days, it should be fine."

"No." Ning Yan knew that he had misunderstood, so he quickly smiled and said, "Uncle Huang doesn't know, I swore earlier that I will never drink again."

"Don't drink anymore?" Ning Huaijin felt a little strange. After a year, there were more than one or two grand banquets in Ning Yan Palace, so why did she suddenly mention not drinking anymore.

"Drinking is a mistake." Ning Yan said pointedly: "I have already missed it once, and I take it as a warning, and I dare not do it again."

Ning Huaijin was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized that what Ning Yan was talking about was that "thing".

If Ning Yan didn't mention it, Ning Huaijin almost forgot.But as Ning Yan's words were about to fall, Ning Huaijin suddenly realized that the night when he and Ning Yan broke up in the hunting ground in the suburbs of Beijing was very similar to the current situation.

At that time, Ning Yan was wrapped in a thick cloak, holding a cold hand stove in his hand, leaning on the side of the couch drowsily, thinking of him as a shadow in a dream, and then——

Ning Huaijin subconsciously licked her lower lip.

Ning Yan smiled lightly.

Ning Yan was like an old hunter who came up on the spur of the moment. After realizing that Ning Huaijin hadn't reacted too aggressively, he instead stretched his legs, with a subtle taste of "broken cans smashed", and looked at Ning Huaijin with a smile. Huai Jin.

Prince Gong hadn't been boiled in this pot of hot water for a long time, and he felt uncomfortable all of a sudden, and subconsciously wanted to reach out and pick up the pot to provoke the "culprit" of the conversation.

"Since Your Majesty won't drink it." Ning Huaijin said, "Then the minister—"

Ning Yan had quick eyes and quick hands, and grabbed the pot of wine before Ning Huaijin's hand reached out.

"What?" Ning Yan raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Do you want to take back what Uncle Huang gave me?"