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It was also lunch time at this time, so he had to be left to eat in the army.

The emperor was also hungry, but when he saw the food delivered, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Rong Xuan is very strict with his subordinates, he usually eats and drinks with soldiers in the army.Unexpectedly, the emperor had no other dishes when he ate here.In fact, yesterday's meal was not exquisite, but the emperor was so happy that he didn't notice it.Looking at his appearance at this time, he naturally knew what he meant.

Seeing that he couldn't eat, Rong Xuan had no choice but to say: "There are still two good restaurants in the city, if you are not used to eating, I will take you there to eat later."

The little emperor looked at the drinking water on the table, but couldn't put chopsticks down.Thinking of him eating these, it really hurts, so I went to take a closer look.It really seems to have reduced a lot.Can't help but anger Rong Mao: "Didn't you let you take care of my little uncle when you left Beijing, how did you lose weight?"

"Have you lost weight?" Rong Mao suffered a catastrophe for no reason because of him, and he didn't intend to provoke this Tai Sui.He was silently biting a steamed bun, depressed.Measuring his words, he smiled slowly, looked up at the emperor, and replied respectfully. "This is not Uncle Jiu, it's my Master Jiu, how dare I neglect you."

Rong Xuan looked at him, and knew that it was a bit unreasonable to accuse him just now, so he let him talk nonsense.

Rong Mao then became more presumptuous, and really smiled and called out. "Really? Master Jiu." Rong Xuan just smiled and didn't answer, but acquiesced in his nonsense.

The little emperor frowned, and knocked on the edge of the bowl with his chopsticks: "That's not suitable for eating. Such rough things should be eaten by barbarians." But he looked to the side.Whether it's delicious or not, it's their family gathering together, what are these irrelevant outsiders trying to do.

Keng Chi also ate lunch together, such steamed buns, thin porridge and dried vegetables, he ate it as if nothing had happened, and he didn't seem to be in the slightest embarrassment.Seeing that the little emperor was picky about his diet, although he frowned, he just ate his own food, and watched his mischief with cold eyes.

At this time, he stopped when he heard the words, and looked at Rong Zhuo suddenly, the disdain in his eyes had turned into an impatient coldness.

"...The soldiers of the three armies eat such vulgar things, and they always only care about their family and country. Once they devote themselves to it, it doesn't matter whether they live or die." Rong Xuan was only afraid that he would really start to fight.

On the stage, Rong Zhuo only bears the name of a prince and son.Compared with the possible future monarch from the original.Still a few cuts away.If you really hit it, there is nothing you can do.However, there is some sense of blame. "How can Zhuoer be worthy of the world by saying such things?"

The emperor was startled when he heard the reproach in his words.

Rong Xuan obediently cast a glance at Kung Chia, but it was slightly begging him not to care about it.

Kejia looked at him for a moment, the coldness in his eyes gradually calmed down.He lowered his eyes and stopped looking at Rong Zhuo.When he lowered his head, he said in a barely audible way: "If you can eat, I can too." There was an indescribable intimacy in his tone.

However, the little emperor listened with pricked ears to these words.He gritted his teeth and sneered, "Uncle Huang can eat it, so naturally I can eat it too."

At the moment, he grabbed the cold steamed bun in a fit of anger, but bit it fiercely like a cockle.

Seeing the situation ended, Rong Mao sighed slowly in his heart.From the age of three, the little emperor would sue for impeachment, and at the age of five he would bear grudges and take revenge.Afterwards, apart from the first emperor and several uncles, no one dared to fight with his cousins, but occasionally they became hateful and only made people's teeth itch.He was looking forward to today's Kung Chi beating Qi PP severely, although it would be detrimental to the country's constitution, it would still give out a bad breath.Not a disadvantage.

But Rong Xuan was afraid that something would happen to him again.He ate at will, and hurried him out of the camp.

"My cousin is favored on weekdays and has an arrogant and indulgent temperament. I hope the prince will not be as knowledgeable as him." Rong Maoyin smiled at Kejia.Seeing a few people going out of the tent to go far away, the topic changed. "Actually, it would be a good thing if someone could teach me a lesson..."

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After galloping the horse for a while, the emperor felt a little better.It was only then that I had time to raise my eyes and look around, the scenery of the Central Plains was indeed different, but the houses in the area were bleak, and they were not comparable to the cornices and horns in the Central Plains.Not much to look at.

Most of the houses in the city are low.There are only two or three streets doing business.It was deserted and there was no one to be seen.The shop only sells some common daily necessities, even some cosmetics and cloths, in the eyes of the emperor, they are too rough to be seen.

Rong Xuan didn't expect these things to arouse the emperor's interest.He led a small group of people to accompany him, and led him out of the city.Walk along the path for more than ten miles to see the progress of various fortifications.There are occasional scattered villages along the way, and there are only a few families on the left and right.It's late spring in the north, and what I see is still extremely depressed.

The emperor looked all the way, and gradually became silent.

Duancheng was originally a must pass through Guancheng when going north, and goods such as tea, salt, ceramics and silk in the interior had to go through this place to live in the northern Xinjiang countries.Forging City is also a place of prosperity.In the first battle more than ten years ago, Forging City fell, and after the barbarians looted all their property, they slaughtered all the people in the city.Back then, Duancheng was the largest border city, and fewer than a hundred people escaped with their lives.Blood flow is nothing more than that.

At that time, there were only a few people left in the surrounding area, and there were prisoners sent over to log and mine in the deep mountains, so it was considered a little populated.

"The emperor never saw the devastated scene ten years ago." Rong Xuan still refused to overstep, riding his horse halfway down on him, and sighed slightly beside him.

It's not that the emperor doesn't know these things, but no one has ever talked about them face to face.Now I am in the desolate place in the north, listening to his words with a touch of pain, the feelings and scenes are gradually vivid in front of my eyes, silently terrified.

"...Although it was recovered later, the famous city of a generation was destroyed from then on. After that, it was closed and garrisoned for ten years. It is not a good thing that the northern land lacks inland tea and salt." Rong Xuan sighed lightly. "...The battle of soldiers and horses is a state affair, but the local people still have to live. This place has been locked up for ten years, and commerce and trade are blocked. The mountain city inside the pass is arid and cold, and it is not easy to cultivate crops....Although outside the pass, you can graze, but you are living a poor life. There are bandits and barbarians who harass each other from time to time... It is hard to describe how difficult and helpless their life is..."

"So the emperor wants to negotiate a peace?" The little emperor listened silently.He suddenly asked a question.His tone was slightly weird. "Since it's a blood feud, bento is also an eye for an eye, blood for blood!"

"That's not entirely the case. It's about the national system, so we shouldn't show weakness easily," Rong Xuan was slightly taken aback, and answered him thoughtfully. "Soldiers and strong horses are the foundation of the country, and there is no slack in the slightest. There are thousands of people, Jinxiang, rivers and mountains behind, and the soldiers of the country cannot retreat half a step. But it is good for the people if they can not fight."

His words were sincere, the little emperor remembered that Kung Chi was the emissary from the original place, so he became unhappy, and thought that Uncle Jiu was somewhat speaking for that barbarian, so he pursed his lips and remained silent.

King Rong didn't see his face clearly, and was silent for a while.When he was a young man in troubled times, he was obliged to take on the responsibility of defending the border soldiers and driving out the Tartars. He was supposed to be young and innocent, but he was on the alert every night, and he was born and died every day.I am used to life and death, but because of that sliver of good nature, seeing thousands of bones accumulating bit by bit to achieve the achievements of the emperor, he is in it, but he feels dull, and it is rare that the world is gradually peaceful. Give birth to thousands of emotions.The little emperor didn't know.