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Wen Sen's mind fell on Zong Zhenghe, and the final sentence entered from his left ear and came out from his right ear.

Only a few words were heard.

Finally, when the trial was over, Wen Sen followed the crowd and exited the trial building.

He stood still in the hall, and followed Zongzhenghe when he passed by.

Compared with the trial, Zongzhenghe's face at the moment is not unusual, but Wen Sen can still feel that he is in a bad mood.

It was an almost wild intuition, and Wen Sen could always feel the changes in Zong Zhenghe's mood.

"Your Highness." Wen Sen called out in a low voice, and after finding no response, he followed Zong Zhenghe.

Perhaps because he was used to it, Zong Zhenghe felt that there was an extra person behind him, but he didn't give any response.

Just like that, no one spoke, Wen Sen followed him to the palace - the guards and guards, none of them dared to stop Wen Sen.

It seemed that the cold wind along the way finally cleared his mind, and he finally realized what was wrong when he was in the palace, "Win Sen, why are you here."

"Your Highness, I came back with you." Wen Sen knew that Zong Zhenghe was distracted, but he didn't expect that he really didn't notice himself.

But it's all here... Wen Sen will definitely not leave just because of this sentence.

Zong Zhenghe didn't understand how Wen Sen followed him in until the two sat at the dining table.

"Your Highness, I specifically ordered the kitchen to make vegetarian dishes for today's lunch." Wen Sen watched the attendants who served the dishes leave one by one, got up and went to Zongzhenghe behind him to prepare dishes for him.

Zong Zhenghe looked at the green or white lunch in front of him, and suddenly felt that it would be nice if Wen Sen could stay by his side all the time.

However, such thoughts only appeared for a moment, and then he left them behind, "Shouldn't the military department be very busy today?"

The marshal is the supreme leader of the military department. Now that he has been sentenced to exile, the military department is not in chaos, nor will it be more stable than usual.

How did Wen Sen have time to go back to the palace with him.

"Your Highness, everyone has known about the Marshal. Last month, the site was re-divided, and it was already over." Wen Sen moved Zongzhenghe's favorite steamed dish in front of him, saying it indifferently, "Those things are handled by the adjutant and the deputy head. I believe in their abilities."

At this time, in the military headquarters, the news that the Marshal was exiled was no less than a magnitude [-] earthquake. Even with advance arrangements, the adjutant and the deputy head were still busy.

While he was busy, he kept expressing his anger towards the head of the hands-off treasurer army.

Wen Senbu was halfway through cooking, and raised his hand to rub his nose twice.

The weather has been cold recently, he must have caught a cold, otherwise why would he feel his throat itchy.

"You don't have to be busy, just sit down and eat." Zong Zhenghe didn't have the habit of being stared at while eating, "I believe you will take care of the military affairs."

"Don't worry, Your Highness, there will be no problem." Wen Sen's tone was full of certainty of victory, and this was the first time he had shown such "dominant aura" in front of Zong Zhenghe.

Zong Zhenghe also felt Wen Sen's change, he swallowed the food in his mouth, "Wen Sen also has the aura of a legion commander now."

Just as Wen Sen sat down, his mind twitched when he heard Zongzhenghe's words. He didn't know what happened to the chair, and suddenly a lame leg threw him off.

This sudden fall not only shocked Wen Sen himself, but also Zong Zhenghe.

"Are you okay?" Zong Zhenghe walked to Wen Sen's side, took his arm, and asked him to stand up with his strength.

It was the first time for Wen Sen to lose face in front of Zong Zhenghe. He stood up following the strength on his arm, with a stiff expression on his face, "I'm fine."

No wonder, his ears were so red.

Zongzhenghe didn't reveal it, but neither of them said a word until they finished eating the whole table.

Only Wen Sen's ears were getting hotter and hotter.

After lunch, Wen Sen didn't stay in the palace anymore, not because he didn't want to, but because he needed to go to the military headquarters to meet up with the deputy army commander.

Perhaps it was the six months of his career in the military that inspired his ambition. The moment he knew the marshal was exiled, his heart also contracted at an abnormally fast frequency.

He is also ambitious, but when he was with Zongzhenghe before, his attention to that person overwhelmed everything else.

If he can be...

As soon as such an idea appeared, Wen Sen suppressed it.

Now he doesn't have enough ability, the empire is not in war, and the Zerg is also peaceful. It may take a long time for the position of the marshal of the empire to decide the final winner.

Wen Sen finished processing the files on the desktop and kept them aside.

It has been a full month since I met His Highness last time, and the empire has experienced a storm-like baptism in this month.

First, a large number of large enterprises closed down, and the economy almost collapsed.Then the aristocrats headed by Zongzhenghe, many enterprises expanded their recruitment and production.

During this month, almost a dozen pieces of news related to Zongzhenghe could be seen on the optical brain every day.

Zong Zhenghe was busy protecting the empire's economy, which was the foundation of the nobles' good life.

At the same time, Wen Sen didn't have time to spare. Taking advantage of the turmoil in the army, he cleaned up the entire Third Army. All the people with ulterior motives and dead bodies were sent to a separate team by him.

Let these other Legion spies go dog-eat-dog.

When he came out to eliminate the Legion, Wen Sen also changed the previous training methods of the Third Legion, making their training more difficult.

Fortunately, he also knows that the cycle is gradual, and the way of increasing the size bit by bit is like boiling a frog in warm water.By the time his soldiers reacted, the amount of daily training was already two or three times that of other legions.

However, because the members of the Third Legion rarely communicated with other legions, no one thought it was wrong under the circumstances that everyone was increasing their training intensity.

Some of the high-ranking members of the legion were aware of Wen Sen's arrangement, but they couldn't bear to see the soldiers "enjoying it" one by one.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door of Wen Sen's office, and the adjutant came in with a document half arm high, "Sir, this is an urgent document just reported from below."

When Wei Lao was seriously ill, although he was shared by the senior management of the legion, many things were still put on hold. Wen Sen discovered these problems when he reorganized the legion.

This is one of the reasons why he is busy now.

"I see, you put it over there." Wen Sen pointed to the left side of the desk that had been cleaned, "It's all done, and you'll send it back later."

"Sir, why don't you take a rest today, your complexion...is not pretty." The adjutant put away the documents in his hand, opened and closed his lips a few times, and finally said hesitantly, "I just read these documents, and they all It's the promotion of some officers, and it's not a big deal for a day at night."

"This matter can't be delayed." Wen Sen shook his head and rejected the adjutant's proposal, "Their military exploits are all accumulated from life-and-death battles. If they delay for a day, they will be sorry for their efforts on the battlefield."

Some people here should have been promoted as early as when Wen Sen first came, and the delay of half a year has already made him feel ashamed. Now, because of such a trivial reason as "rest", Wen Sen can't convince himself.

"What day is it today? Why is the station so quiet?" Wen Sen stretched his stiff neck from sitting for a long time, "Even the deputy head didn't see it."

Isn't the deputy chief concerned about the promotion of non-commissioned officers?He didn't even come to deliver the documents in person.

"Sir, have you forgotten? Today is the day Zong Zhengyue was exiled." The adjutant understood Wen Sen's thoughts, "They all went to the space port."

Wen Sen's hand on the document froze, "Is it today?"

How could he remember that it was tomorrow.

"Clean up and we'll go too."

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