Lord Prime Minister

The seventh princess who sneaked out of the palace only stayed in the palace for two days before being invited back to the palace by the servants sent by Xue Zhaoyi. When she left, Mu Zihuai also went to see her off. The little princess looked back and looked back before getting into the car. , the small face wrinkled into a ball, revealing disappointment.

"Tell that dragon or something that the princess will come back in three months."

After saying this to Mu Zihuai, Princess Miaotong got into the carriage, and the ordinary-looking carriage creaked and left the palace.

Mu Zihuai knew what the princess was referring to, so he couldn't help but smile.The princess is still young, and now she's doing it for a while, but she remembers it clearly when she is suffocated, maybe she will forget about it after a few days of fun.

Even if Mu Zihuai was found three months later, he wasn't worried, not to mention that Long Xiu had a sense of propriety. With the princess's character, although she looked unruly and willful, she was still considered broad-minded. As for blaming Long Xiu.If he really had the intention to punish him, Long Xiu would have been in trouble when the incident happened.

As the carriage went away, Mu Zihuai was about to go back to the mansion, but when he turned around, he saw his prince staring at him.

"What did Miaotong tell you?"

"It's nothing." Mu Zihuai smiled, "The Seventh Princess made an agreement with my younger brother."

Huangfu Yunhua raised his eyebrows and stopped asking, but was full of curiosity: "Really? Remember to call me when the time comes."

Mu Zihuai was taken aback for a moment, and nodded quickly.

Long Xiu really took this agreement to heart, he got up early to practice martial arts before dawn every day, worked hard, and went to help the flower workers carry water in the afternoon.After a few days, the horse gait has become more and more standard, and it is not as embarrassing as it was at the beginning.

Ever since the lord took them to the small palace, he no longer took them out, and entered the palace within a few days, and stayed for a few days.Long Lei followed Mu Zihuai to learn characters every day, and Mu Zihuai just happened to learn the characters here systematically.

The life of the past few days can be said to be exactly the same as Mu Zihuai's expectations before, so nourishing that he felt that he had come full circle.

Holding the mille-feuille cake for Long Lei in his hand, Mu Zihuai started to take a walk early looking at the time.

Mu Zihuai was stunned when he was already standing in the middle of Dongsan Street, why did he walk here.

Mu Zihuai didn't have good memories of this street, so he frowned, he had better go back, at this time, Long Lei probably had almost practiced the calligraphy.

Turning around to leave, suddenly a person bumped into his shoulder. Mu Zihuai was knocked so crooked that he almost fell down.

Before Mu Zihuai could speak, the man got angry first.

"Which one who doesn't have eyes hits me!" The man turned his head, his copper-bell-sized eyes stared at Mu Zihuai, he heard a soldier's military uniform, his muscular muscles bulged, and his face was full of anger. .Bald, with a striking scar on his forehead, extending to the back of his head.

Mu Zihuai looked up, his eyes were glued to the scar, and his mind was flashing.

...and a heavy-set man with a scar on his head, terribly tight...

...The poor old man, who was not strong enough, was beaten by the three of them so that he couldn't stand up...

The old man Yan's stiff and thin yellow body was curled up, and his body was covered with scars.

All the past came up, Mu Zihuai kept his eyes on the man, but the thoughts in his mind were churning and roaring.

The man with the scar on his head was very tall. He lowered his head and glanced at Mu Zihuai, which reached to his chest, and then threw the expensive clothes on his body. His morale softened all of a sudden, and his round eyes curved up. Narrowed into a slit.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault, didn't I hit you?"

Mu Zihuai narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded, and bit his lips for fear that he would rush up and fight. "fine."

Waving his hand, Mu Zihuai turned around, squeezed the hand holding the thousand-layer cake tightly, his fingertips were embedded in the flesh, and there was a thin pain.

After walking a few steps, Mu Zihuai slowly turned his head, and he saw the man with the scar on his head walking towards the pair of Gang brothers, and started talking with them intimately.

Mu Zihuai bit the tip of his tongue hard, tasted the sweet smell of blood, and the body under the robe trembled angrily.

You came just in time.

On the second day, Mu Zihuai made a special trip to the tavern, and spent some money to get the news he wanted from the clerk.

The man with the scar on his head was named Daosong, but everyone called him Daotou.He was originally a well-known bully on East Third Street, and he has a good relationship with the brothers of the local Snake Gang.Some time ago, I heard that there were a lot of rewards in the military camp, so I signed up to be a soldier. I just came back from training these two days, and I will go to the northern border with the army to fight in a few days.

It's easy to inquire about these kinds of news if you have money. The man with the scar will go to this tavern to drink when he has some spare money, and he will brag about it when he gets drunk.

Mu Zihuai took out two more copper coins and rewarded the waiter, but the food and drink on the table did not move at all, and he already had some plans in his mind.

Three days later, the recruits who have undergone simple training will set off for the frontier.

Mu Zihuai supervised Long Lei to finish writing today's words before going out, carrying an inconspicuous blue bag on his shoulder.He went to a deserted alley and glued the fake beard he bought on his chin, painted pockmarked moles on his face with coal ash, changed his clothes, and stopped until he couldn't recognize himself.

Fully armed, he walked around Dongsan Street a few times, and Mu Zihuai finally saw the figure of the knife head.

Today he was wearing a formal military uniform, with a frown, as if everything displeased him.He kicked the stones on the ground all the way, and kicked away things that blocked the way without looking at them. He had already kicked over the vegetable baskets of two vendors.

Walking in front of the Gang brothers, they didn't know what they talked about. The knife head impatiently stretched out his hand, and the elder brother of the Gang brothers took out a bunch of copper coins from his arms and put them in his hand.

The knife tip weighed the weight of the copper coin, finally showing a satisfied smile on his face, spit on the ground, put the money in his arms, turned and left.

Seeing him coming, Mu Zihuai pretended to be looking at something, held a small pipe and asked the price to pretend to buy it, then took off the bundle on his back, let go of his hand, and the bundle just fell by the knife head's feet.The originally loose ties were undone, revealing a few strings of copper coins inside, as well as some broken silver, shining in the sun.

Daotou originally thought that the army camp would be full of oil and water, so he rushed to join the army, but he didn't expect to get nothing after a few days, but had to spend money to honor the veterans, and he was suffocated for a few days.

This time, I took advantage of the last day of rest to ask the Gang family brothers for some money. Anyway, they have the handle in their hands, and they will give it no matter how much they bid.

At this moment, an open bundle fell in front of his eyes, and there was still a lot of silver in it, greed flashed across the eyes of the knife head.

Immediately bent down to help pick it up and returned it to the small, thin man.

While carefully sizing up his figure, the knife-headed eyes were fixed on the burden and couldn't let go.

"Thank you, thank you." Mu Zihuai snatched the bag and looked around, holding the bag in a panic and not letting go, not buying anything, and hurriedly left.

The head of the knife squinted his eyes and looked at Mu Zihuai's startled look, rubbed his chin, and followed quietly.

Mu Zihuai then looked around and glanced behind him, and found that the knife head followed him, and walked into a remote alley as planned.

The head of the knife followed the prey into the alley, and couldn't help being disdainful, but also a little happy.Since you walked in by yourself, don't blame him for being cruel.

I followed the person in front and walked for a while, the surrounding area was deserted, and I was a little impatient with the knife head. I didn't know where the person was going. The army was almost assembled, and there was no time to delay.

He casually picked up a wooden stick from the ground, twisted his neck with the knife head, and made a few clicking sounds. The wooden stick hit the wall twice, and he took two quick steps and rushed straight to Mu Zihuai.

"Don't move! Hand over the things!"

Mu Zihuai turned his head abruptly, and a wooden stick had already been drawn in front of his eyes. His heart tightened, but his hands clenched the burden even more tightly, and his voice trembled: "You...what are you going to do?"

The head of the knife raised his face high, frowning, and pressed the top of the wooden stick to Mu Zihuai's neck. "Hand over the burden, or I will break your leg."

Mu Zihuai trembled and almost knelt on the ground, the bundle in his hand fell to the ground. "Forgive me, spare my life, here you go, then go, spare my life!"

The wooden stick picked up the burden, and the knife took the burden back. He tore it open and looked at it. Sure enough, he saw the silver inside. He was overjoyed and carried the burden directly on his shoulder.He raised his head and glanced at the trembling man, curled his lips in disgust, he has always disliked such a cowardly man, he is not as good as the women in the brothel, he probably will pee his pants in the next moment.

The more he looked at it, the more bored he was, he simply raised the wooden stick with the knife head, and hit the crook of the man's foot with a stick. Seeing that he finally knelt down on the ground with a plop, he nodded in satisfaction.

A horn sounded suddenly in the sky above the capital.

The head of the knife frowned suddenly. This was the clarion call to summon the soldiers who went home to visit their relatives to return to the camp.

Although I don't want to continue to stay in the bitter army camp full of men, if I don't arrive at the stipulated time, I will be regarded as a deserter and be punished by five horses.

The knife head spared his life, threw the wooden stick on the ground, turned around and started running in the direction of the camp.

Mu Zihuai lowered his head and knelt on the ground. His knee hurt a little when he hit the ground just now, but his heart was full of joy after revenge.

It wasn't until the knife head left the alley that Mu Zihuai got up, removed the disguise on his body, changed into the clothes he had when he went out, and walked slowly towards the barracks.

Let's go faster, the fun is about to begin.

I originally gave you a chance, but you still ran into it by yourself, so no wonder he was there.

The horn to summon the soldiers blew three times in a row, and many family members of the soldiers rushed out of the city. This time, they would not see each other for an unknown amount of time.