The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

Shen Qingchuan made a glass of honey water, honey water can soothe the hangover, after feeding Shen Yifan to drink the honey water, he helped him to the guest room on the second floor to rest.

The sound of the golden incense burner is exhausted, and the light wind is blowing cold.

After Shen Qingchuan took a bath, he went to rest. For some reason, he couldn't sleep well at night, and he woke up twice, as if someone was singing in his ears. Relax, Flip Hard to Sleep.

In the middle of the night, at three or four o'clock, the autumn rain gradually stopped, and the autumn wind stopped blowing the windows no longer. Shen Qingchuan was so sleepy that he couldn't stand it, his eyelids drooped, and he fell asleep wearily.

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Houcheng is more than 1000 kilometers away from Bohai City.

It was pitch black outside the mountain, but fires continued to emerge, and the sky brightened in an instant, and then disappeared quickly.

There was a loud noise of "咻——".

As if the gongs and drums were beating deafeningly with the wrath of heaven, a small group fell behind the earth barrier piled up with sandbags. With the loud noise, the dark brown soil splashed like water and flew onto the hat.

"Young commander, we probably fell for it."

"Information says that the E country has 500 troops, but the firepower is so fierce, it may be more than 2000."

"Young commander, we only have 800 troops, I'm afraid we won't be able to defend, so let's withdraw."

The adjutant leaned down next to Shang Xiaolou and shouted loudly, but the roar of cannons rang out one after another, and the sound was not clear.

There was a white bandage on Shang Xiaolou's forehead, his forehead was blown to death by flying stones, a cut was made, some blood flowed, penetrated into the bandage, faintly showing some redness.

Below is a pair of misty black eyes, like dense clouds and thick fog, oppressing one's heart, and like a pool of stagnant water, treacherous and changeable, like a thousand-year-old evil monster hidden under the pool, slightly revealing a trace of blood.

Compared with Bohai City, Shang Xiaolou's eyes are more cold and decisive.

The handsome young man with delicate features sneered twice, Shang Xiaolou laughed at the adjutant's whimsy, and said, "Retreat? Do you think you are retreating now?"

"This is a plan set up by the people of country E to invite you into the urn. The road behind has been sealed by them a long time ago. If we retreat now, we will only die."

The adjutant knew that Shang Xiaolou used soldiers like a god, but he still wanted to persuade Shang Xiaolou to try to retreat, in case he could escape.

In the current situation, the defensive firepower on the opposite side is too fierce, and they can't rush through at all. The other side just wants to use up their troops and wait until they run out of ammunition and food.

"Report! Young commander, the road behind was mined by people from the e country, and two of our brothers died." The soldier who went to detect the road came back and reported, panting.

"Young Marshal, should we hold out until dawn? At dawn, the Marshal should understand that we have been caught in a trap, and wait for the Marshal to bring a large number of people back to rescue us." The adjutant said.

Marshal Shang brought a large number of troops to the front line, leaving only some of them for Shang Xiaolou. Unexpectedly, this was a plan set up by the people of E country to divert the tiger away from the mountain.

Shang Xiaolou said with a sneer, "When he comes back at dawn, the body will be completely cold."

The people of country e are insidious and cunning, trying to cut up the country, expand and plunder, and collect a lot of real gold and silver.If he was alive, he might be able to demand a large sum of money from Marshal Shang, but these people under him would definitely not be able to live.

"Young Marshal, what should we do then? If we continue to fight with this little force, we won't last until dawn." The adjutant was momentarily bewildered, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

"It's not about retreating, it's not about entering, do you really want to take your life here?" The adjutant was crying, thinking of his beautiful wife at home and the few bottles of wine in his collection, he felt extremely reluctant.

"Who said you're going to leave your life here?" Shang Xiaolou looked forward, his black eyes lit up like a burning flame.

He still wants to save his life and go back to marry his brother.

Thinking of Shen Qingchuan, Shang Xiaolou's eyes lit up violently, it was a strong desire to survive, it was astonishingly bright and hot.

"Then what should we do?" The adjutant's only hope now is Shang Xiaolou.

"Tell everyone to stop their fire." Shang Xiaolou said.

"Stop the fire, isn't that self-inflicted?" the adjutant said.

Shang Xiaolou smiled, with a ruthless flash across his face, staring into the distance, his eyes were dark, and said, "They are the ones who have thrown themselves into the trap, not us."

The people of country e started shooting, and gradually, when they saw that there was no sound from the wooden warehouse on the opposite side, they thought it was because they had finished firing bullets. They put down the suspension bridge, came out of the city, and sent 300 people to investigate in three vertical teams.

It was very dark and the autumn wind was blowing so loudly that the raised torches were almost blown out.

The e-country people didn't know what they stepped on, and suddenly there was a loud bang, several people were blown up instantly, the torch fell to the ground, panicked, stepped on it again, and exploded one after another.

About ten minutes later, there were less than 100 people left, supporting each other, and ran back. The e-country people who guarded the gate saw the people coming back wearing hats and bowing their heads, and waved their hands to let them in.

Just when he was about to ask someone to put away the suspension bridge, before the gatekeeper could yell out, his stomach was severely pierced. He opened his eyes wide and looked at this boy who was slightly taller than him. The eyes under the hat were like evil eyes. Ghost, crazy and bloodthirsty.

Shang Xiaolou stabbed him a few times in a row, the knife was fatal, the knife was full, and a few drops of blood dripped on his face, which fell on his pale face, like a few red plums painted on a drawing paper.

"The knives of the e-country people are really easy to use." Shang Xiaolou looked at the shiny dagger and scraped the blood stains on the clothes of the fallen corpse.

They were wearing clothes ripped off from the people of country e. The people of country e were taller than them, so they could only pretend to be injured and bend their waists. With their hats lowered, they could take advantage of the night, and at the same time, in order to be more realistic, the constant firepower behind them made the gatekeepers believe it was real. There is no time resolution.

It is estimated that the e-country people did not expect that Shang Xiaolou and the others would be so bold, with so few people, they still had the guts to venture to the enemy camp.

Shang Xiaolou is playing desperately, only in this way can there be a glimmer of life, the suspension bridge is lowered, lit with fire, and extinguished twice as a signal to let the rest of the people come in.

Shang Xiaolou looked at the hand/grenade/bomb piled up in the box, licked his chapped lips, his eyes flashed with excitement, and then looked at the young faces around him, including the faces of the adjutant There is also a touch of ruthlessness in the face, and death is like home.

Winner and loser, life or death?

Will I become a prey tonight, or a hunter to encircle/suppress the prey?

Those who steal the country should be killed, all of them should be killed, the sharp light reflected on the dagger reflected Shang Xiaolou's eyebrows, he was very excited, only blood could bring him a sense of trembling.

He will remove all obstacles that prevent him from returning to his brother, so he must live. .

He wants to return to his elder brother, life after life, never to be separated.

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It's almost 10 am.

Shen Qingchuan just got up to brush his teeth and wash his face. He didn't sleep well last night, his head hurt a little, and he had a nightmare. He forgot the specific content of the dream.

It was pitch black and thick with fog.

He just remembered running, as if someone was chasing him, and if he was overtaken, something terrible would happen.

Someone was calling his name, the sound came from all directions, and the smell of blood lingered in the tip of his nose, which could not go away.

Later, he seemed to be caught up, and someone grabbed his hand tightly, like the withered hand of an evil spirit, like an iron chain that locks the soul, and then he cried, and someone told him not to cry, and kissed his eyelashes , coaxing him softly.

Shen Qingchuan rubbed his face with a towel, looked at himself in the mirror, probably because he couldn't sleep well, his expression was a little dazed, tired, and not energetic.

He stretched his neck and looked at his Adam's apple. The hickey turned from crimson to purple, and blood stars appeared from under the skin, like scraping.

The hickey marks are too obvious, and a discerning person can tell that it is not a scraping mark.

Shen Qingchuan thought of the young master of the Lu family and Chen Changsheng that the coachman Laowu said last night, and felt inexplicably irritable, and rubbed his neck hard twice, the marks couldn't be rubbed off.

Instead, the neck was red, snow-white and blush, and there was a purple hickey on the Adam's apple, which was even more eye-catching.

Shen Qingchuan felt a bit of resentment towards Fu Chenliang, he had a bad personality, kissing here was to embarrass him on purpose, and it was unreasonable.

Turning on the faucet, Shen Qingchuan scooped up a cup of water with both hands, splashed the cold water on his face, calmly.

Searching for clothes in the closet of the bedroom, he couldn't find a turtleneck, so Shen Qingchuan had no choice but to find a set of overalls and a white shirt in frustration, and make do with it.

Shen Yifan slept well last night, but he got up earlier than Shen Qingchuan, went out and bought two hot porridge with buns, and when he was full, he sat on the sofa and read the newspaper.

Seeing Shen Qingchuan coming down, Shen Yifan was afraid that he would not hear him, so he said loudly, "The buns and porridge are warming up in the steamer."

"Yes, I know." Shen Qingchuan responded.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

Hearing the sound of coughing, Shen Yifan put down the newspaper, walked over, and said with concern, "Qingchuan, why are you coughing, did you catch a cold last night, do you want to see a doctor?"

Shen Yifan still remembered that Shen Qingchuan came to pick him up in the rain, and was worried that he would catch a cold because of it.

"No, it's not a big deal. It's just that when I woke up in the morning, my throat was dry and I coughed twice. It's not a big deal." Shen Qingchuan knew about his body, it might be because he was drenched in the rain last night, couldn't sleep well, and he still had some underlying illnesses before. Not well adjusted.

The recent air is cold and dry. Not long after I got up, I inhaled cold air, which irritated my throat and caused a dry cough.

"Then why are you covering your neck with your hands?" Shen Yifan felt that it was strange for Shen Qingchuan to cover his neck with his hands, and the area around his neck was still red.

"Let me see." Shen Yifan wanted to wave Shen Qingchuan's hand away, he thought it was because he put his arm on Shen Qingchuan's neck in the rickshaw last night and accidentally strangled it.

Seeing Shen Qingchuan's faltering, he was even more worried, Shen Yifan aggravated his tone, showing the air of an elder brother, and said, "If you don't let me see, I will drag you to see a doctor."

Shen Qingchuan would just put down his hands and glance away.

Sure enough, Shen Yi Fan laughed loudly and said, "So it's this, no wonder he hesitated."

Shen Yifan bumped into Shen Qingchuan's arm, with ridicule hidden in his eyes, he smiled cheaply, and said, "Miss Boya must have made this mark!"

Shen Qingchuan waved his hands irritably, wanted to go away, and said, "Second brother, don't worry about it."

Seeing Shen Qingchuan's appearance, Shen Yifan was even more certain in his heart that the traces were made by Miss Guan Boya. He, the third younger brother, spent days and nights in the Yuhua Mansion rubbing hands with Miss Boya. It must have happened. order something.

Unexpectedly, Miss Boya looked so cold and glamorous, she usually doesn't like to talk to people.

In private, to be so wild, presumably he is also a lover.

He actually branded marks on such an obvious place on his third brother's neck, presumably his third brother's back is also full of cat's claws.

I don't know if Miss Boya is at a disadvantage or his third brother is at a disadvantage. I always feel that his third brother is so soft-tempered that he is at a disadvantage.

Thinking of this, Shen Yifan felt a little sour in his heart, but his tone couldn't stop joking, and said, "What? Our little Qingchuan has grown up, second brother, I'm getting impatient when I say a few words about you."

"I didn't mean that, I won't tell you." Seeing that Shen Yifan couldn't explain clearly, Shen Qingchuan concentrated on eating breakfast, and took a hard bite of the meat bun.

Seeing that Shen Qingchuan was a little angry, Shen Yifan couldn't continue teasing him, pointed to his neck, and said, "Remember to put a band-aid on it, don't go back, let your parents see it."

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