Chapter 130 You Have It, Right?

The feeling of advancement came a little too quickly; a momentary rush, a fleeting elation, an instantaneous catharsis;

The only regret,

Was probably not being able to give you enough time to savor it.

The "savoring" process is actually essential.

A lifetime of sixty years of hardship is nothing more than providing oneself with what to use to brew tea after reaching sixty.

Earlier, I washed my face with the reddened Wangjiang River water, which could be considered a slight compensation for the missing pleasure.

Zheng Fan didn't know that Tian Wujing had been following him all along; he hadn't even fully reacted to and realized how dangerous his situation had been.

It was like a dream, and also like a sudden sense of loss. When he was trapped in it, he couldn't extricate himself and almost suffocated, but after "waking up," it was as if nothing had happened.

Tian Wujing walked up to Zheng Fan, and Zheng Fan shook the water droplets from his hands and stood up.

At this time, Zheng Fan's appearance hadn't changed, but his temperament seemed to have some slight differences.

In Tian Wujing's view, the previous Zheng Fan hadn't been living as truthfully;

Just like the Western acrobatic troupe in Yanjing City, which had fire-breathing mages, whose food, clothing, and expenses were all in the common area, but outsiders always felt a sense of separation when they looked at them.

It was a feeling of... being in a foreign land.

But now, that sense of separation seemed to have disappeared, as if some knot in his heart had been untied, and he had accepted his surroundings.

However, Tian Wujing was, after all, Tian Wujing; he could say a few more words to enlighten Zheng Fan, but he wouldn't sit face-to-face with Zheng Fan and just chat idly:

"Have you gained weight recently?"

"You've lost weight recently!"

"You look much more energetic now!"

If this kind of topic came from Tian Wujing's mouth, the first person to be shocked would probably be Zheng Fan.

"You started practicing martial arts late, but your advancement speed is very fast. The foundation is easy to be unstable. Next, you should focus on consolidating your realm and strengthening your body."

"Yes, Your Highness."

What is the biggest reliance of a martial artist?

It's not some magical weapon or some miraculous cultivation manual,

It's one's own physical body!

A martial artist who doesn't cultivate their body, no matter how high their realm is, is still just a rootless duckweed.

In fact, what Zheng Fan really wanted to say was that, judging from the speed of advancement, you, Marquis, are the truly young one.

But Zheng Fan also knew that Tian Wujing had been tempered since he was a child by his grand-uncle, suffering a lot, which was completely different from a half-way novice like himself.

Moreover, some people are born with the protagonist template.

Zheng Fan had seen quite a few of these kinds of people in this world, making his Lord Zheng somewhat jealous!

On the Wangjiang River, the corpses of the Chu people were densely packed.

Back then, the Chu people had treated the Yan people this way, and now, the Yan people had returned everything.

Zheng Fan took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

The evening sunset was very beautiful, setting off the floating corpses on the river, forming a unique aesthetic that was both conflicting in content and harmonious in color.

Out of a professional instinct from his previous life, Lord Zheng really liked this kind of composition design.

Tian Wujing continued to walk forward, while Zheng Fan followed behind.

Surrounded by a scene of carnage, the two of them were like walking in a garden, breathing fresh air.

"Your Highness, after this matter is over, how will the Chu people react?"

The Yan people's hat of reneging on the agreement, breaking the alliance, and being faithless and unrighteous cannot be taken off, especially the killing of prisoners, which is indeed harmful to harmony and easily arouses the shared hatred of the Chu people.

As for negative effects such as reputation, the Jingnan King doesn't care.

Zheng Fan also felt that Tian Wujing no longer needed to care about that thing.

Faced with Zheng Fan's question, Tian Wujing's answer was very simple:

"The Chu people will be angry."

Zheng Fan walked while waiting for the words below.

Then, he never waited for the words below;

Only then did Zheng Fan fully understand Tian Wujing's meaning, the Chu people will be angry, and then that's it.

They'll be angry, but what can you do to me?

The Yan Kingdom has been in consecutive battles in recent years and is already exhausted. Continuing the war would be very uneconomical;

But in any case, in the past few years, the Yan Kingdom has been on the winning side in several battles.

Fighting will be very uncomfortable, and they may even collapse themselves, but it's not as if they completely lack the ability to continue fighting.

If the Yan Emperor goes all-in, the Yan Kingdom can actually mobilize a lot of manpower and military power to continue the war, or even expand it again.

There are still 150,000 Zhenbei Army troops in the Beifeng County, as well as more than 100,000 forbidden troops that the Yan Emperor kicked there to eat sand and gain experience.

When things really get crazy, they won't be able to care about anything else.

"The Chu Kingdom has not been completely pacified. The regent of the Chu Kingdom has a calm personality. If a full-scale war breaks out, our Yan Kingdom dares to gamble, but their Chu Kingdom doesn't dare to gamble."

A full-scale war would mean that the Chu Kingdom would mobilize its domestic troops, and hundreds of thousands of troops would march out of Zhennan Pass and compete with the Yan Kingdom in Jin in a proper manner once again.

If the Chu Kingdom wins, then the Yan army may lose the Chengguo region, and even retreat further west, but it is almost impossible for the Chu Kingdom to enter the Yan Kingdom's homeland in one breath.

But if the Chu Kingdom loses,

There is a precedent,

Back then, when the Qian Kingdom was at its peak, Emperor Taizong of the Qian Kingdom led an army of 500,000 to the north, which was defeated by the first Zhenbei Marquis. If the Yan people hadn't been fighting fiercely with the barbarians in the desert and couldn't spare any troops, perhaps half of the Qian Kingdom's territory would have been pushed back.

War, to put it simply, is just like this: when you lose your main field army and the mobile troops that can be deployed, no matter how vast your territory or how many cities you have, they will all become lambs to the slaughter, waiting for your opponent to slowly harvest them.

Can the Jingnan King replicate the glory of the first Zhenbei Marquis?

You can try.

Moreover, the internal problems of the Chu Kingdom have not been resolved. This defeat and the destruction of the Qingluan Army will inevitably cause internal turmoil in the Chu Kingdom. The reason why the regent has not proclaimed himself emperor is actually a compromise to the uneliminated forces within the country.

All the signs indicate that the Chu people will not launch a full-scale war in the short term.

Even if they want to go to war,

When it comes to gambling on national destiny,

The iron triangle on the side of Da Yan are three lunatics. In other countries, the foundation of the country is immovable and heavier than Mount Tai!

But in the eyes of these three in Da Yan, going all-in on the national destiny has happened more than once or twice, and they have already accumulated rich experience.

"Then you, Your Highness?"

"From now on, this King will have to call himself this Marquis again."

Tian Wujing said it very calmly, as if he had expected this to happen.

Zheng Fan immediately understood that killing 40,000 prisoners of war, in order to silence the domestic and foreign voices, Tian Wujing must be punished. Therefore, the newly conferred title of King was revoked and his rank was lowered.

But in fact, to put it bluntly,

For Tian Wujing,

What's the difference between being called the Jingnan King and the Jingnan Marquis?

When your personal strength and power reach a certain level, the so-called titles are really just extra decorations.

"This King will set up a mansion in Fengxin City, which is closer to the Chu Kingdom."

Fengxin is where Zheng Fan led his troops to eliminate Situ Yi and his brothers; it's east of Yupancheng. If Tian Wujing is stationed in Fengxin City, it's like hanging a sharp sword at the door of the Chu people, which is undoubtedly a great deterrent to the Chu people.

And from the perspective of Zheng Fan, the general of Xuehaiguan, if Tian Wujing is stationed in Fengxin City, he no longer has to worry about facing the attacks of the Chu people and the barbarians, and he can be much more comfortable in all aspects.

The last question is actually about Zhennan Pass. According to the alliance agreement, the Yan people would release the Qingluan Army back to their country, and the Chu people would return Zhennan Pass, which originally belonged to Chengguo, to the Yan Kingdom, but this is definitely impossible now.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, it's unlikely that the Chu people will start a major war, so it doesn't make much difference whether Zhennan Pass is in their hands or not.

"Your Highness, don't worry. When I have trained my troops well, this subordinate will take Zhennan Pass back for Your Highness."

Tian Wujing nodded slightly when he heard this, seemingly not taking it seriously at all.

As the two were walking, Chen Yang rode over on horseback.

When he saw the Jingnan King and Zheng Fan standing together like brothers taking a stroll, he confirmed who had issued the order to kill the prisoners.

"Your Highness, Qu Tiannan committed suicide by throwing himself into the river."

Qu Tiannan is dead.

The Yan soldiers didn't intend to kill him. In fact, he had been protected by dozens of guards using their bodies, while the Yan soldiers deliberately opened up on his side.

But after this pillar of the Chu Kingdom watched his soldiers being slaughtered piece by piece,

He didn't choose to fight for a chance to survive,

Instead, he pushed away the protection of the guards around him,

Picked up a knife,

Under the cold gazes of a group of Yan cavalry,

He cut off his own head with one stroke,

And his body fell into the Wangjiang River.

Dozens of guards followed him to their deaths.

This pillar of the Chu Kingdom preserved his dignity by committing suicide.

In fact, he didn't lose.

Putting aside today, the Qingluan Army had never really failed on the Jin battlefield.

The main reason for the lack of food was because they were tricked by the barbarians. Afterwards, they were stationed abroad in isolation, but the country never sent reinforcements, which was not his fault either.

Qu Tiannan had done what he could,

But he was deceived by the alliance to open the city gates;

The people in the court deceived him in an extremely naive way.

Of course, Qu Tiannan himself was not without fault. The biggest mistake he made was believing in the oath made by Tian Wujing.

But did he really completely believe it?

It's really hard to say;

Because compared to the inevitable result of starving the entire army, as the commander of an army, he could only gamble on another ending.

Qu Tiannan's death marked the end of this year-long Jin turmoil.

The Yan people cleared out the last of the Chu people's forces in Yupancheng and completely took control of the three Jins.

Zheng Fan didn't see Qu Tiannan's body. It should have drifted downstream along with the corpses of those Chu soldiers.

But he did see the Chu envoy Jing Yang kneeling by the river,

Crying loudly.

It's true that the Yan people were "faithless and unrighteous," but he, the person who handled it, was also to blame.

However, as an envoy, he wouldn't be at risk of being executed.

While crying, he threw some grain that he had collected from the ground into the river,

When most of the Chu army was killed, they didn't even have time to eat their fill, and they were all starving ghosts on their way.

Zheng Fan hesitated for a moment,

And finally decided to be a little more merciful himself,

He didn't remind him that wrapping glutinous rice in lotus leaves and throwing it into the river would be more ritualistic.

Zheng Fan saw Li Fusheng sitting on a pile of corpses by the river,

His whole body was dripping with blood,

Holding a handful of fried beans in his hand, with a pot of wine in front of him, the taste of a few beans and a pot of wine could be said to be quite intoxicating.

He also saw Chengqin King Situ Yu, who had originally come to witness the alliance ceremony, but this mascot had once again faced a "bloody storm."

In fact, his fate was very tragic, even though the Yan Emperor and the court had given enough face to Situ's family because of Situ Lei.

But he couldn't get rid of this political mascot positioning, nor did he dare to get rid of it.

He was a child, obviously trembling there in fright, even gagging there, but he still had to force himself to maintain his prestige;

But little did he know that few people would care whether he had prestige or not now.

It can only be said that,

As an ant under the sky,

Who is living an easy life?

Looking around,

Zheng Fan put his right hand on his hip,

And for the first time, he truly experienced the "chill" of the words "the setting sun is like blood, and the mountains and rivers are like paintings."

"Tired?"

Tian Wujing asked.

Zheng Fan shook his head,

And said:

"Not tired."

Then,

Zheng Fan added:

"But I want to take a bath."

……

Five days after the massacre in Yupancheng, Zheng Fan encountered Shengle's migration team on the banks of the Wangjiang River.

The size of the team even alarmed the nearby garrison.

The five thousand Shengle soldiers were instantly enveloped in this migration team.

The people were dragging their families and carrying their burdens, with carts, ox carts, and wheelbarrows, and the whole family, old and young, was on the team, and the total number of migrants was estimated to be close to 200,000.

It should be known that the permanent population of Shengle City, excluding the army, was only about 30,000 people.

When the news came, Zheng Fan and Li Fusheng were sitting in the military tent drinking wine.

Therefore, when the scout came to report the situation, Li Fusheng was by Zheng Fan's side.

Looking at such a large-scale team, Li Fusheng couldn't help but reach out and pat his forehead, exclaiming:

"Damn it, whoever takes over from you is going to cry to death."

Indeed,

When the next city guard of Shengle happily brought his entourage and troops to Shengle City to take office,

What he saw in Shengle City,

Might just be the city walls.

Even the city gates were dismantled by the people and made into flat carts to transport things.

It's no exaggeration to say that,

The sky in Shengle City should be three feet higher than in other places!

However, Lord Zheng would naturally not pity his successor for anything. He had already left the successor with a bargain when he left Cuiliu Fort. This time, he couldn't let others pick his fruit again.

It was just that such a large-scale migration,

Was really a bit too exaggerated.

Even teams composed of refugees and bandits hadn't seen such a large array.

By dusk, Si Niang had crossed the river first. She was responsible for leading the way at the front of the team, while the Blind Man and A Ming were responsible for the rear.

The three Demon Kings, like shepherds driving sheep, integrated these teams, which were mainly composed of ordinary people, and moved towards their destination in an orderly manner.

"Master."

Si Niang was wearing a purple robe. Although her dress was a bit simple, it couldn't hide her beautiful demeanor.

When she entered the military camp where Zheng Fan was located, she immediately attracted the attention of a large group of Yan soldiers around.

After being a soldier for three years, even a sow can look like Diao Chan; (an idiom meaning that after a long time without female company, even an ugly woman can look attractive)

Most of these soldiers were assigned to the task of besieging the city of Yupancheng, and because of the barbarians, the Chu people, and the three-way battle, there were no residents here, and no procuress dared to open a red tent business here, so these soldiers could be said to be really suffocated.

But when they saw Zheng Fan stepping forward and taking the beautiful woman's hand, everyone immediately turned their eyes away, wishing they could silently recite the Heart Sutra to quickly abandon their evil thoughts.

One was Zheng Fan's status, the second was Zheng Fan's resume, and the third was that no matter whether it was the Jingnan King's instruction to kill the prisoners a few days ago, in short, the first person to raise the knife to order was his Lord Pingye.

With these three factors superimposed, Zheng Fan's status in the Eastern Expeditionary Army was already somewhat below one person, so naturally no one dared to be presumptuous in front of him.

Because the Jingnan King knew that Si Niang was one of his people, Lord Zheng didn't hide it, and directly pulled Si Niang into his tent.

"Come, wash your face."

Zheng Fan took the initiative to help Si Niang lift the basin of water, which still had hot water in it.

"Thank you, Master."

Si Niang began to wash her face.

In fact, she didn't wear makeup, so she washed her face very simply, washing away some of the dust that had been gathered on the road, and adding a little embellishment of wet hair, which made Si Niang even more charming.

Zheng Fan couldn't help but swallow several mouthfuls of saliva.

"Master."

Si Niang called out in a delicate voice, and then leaned half of her body on Zheng Fan's body, one hand around Zheng Fan's neck, and one hand on Zheng Fan's right face, stroking it,

And said:

"I miss you so much, Slave."

Zheng Fan hugged Si Niang and said:

"I miss you too."

"Then which part of me does Master miss?"

"I miss you all over."

Because when he pulled Si Niang in, the guards of the Shengle Army that he brought this time consciously dispersed, expanded the defense range, and stayed away from the tent.

"Huff……………"

Zheng Fan leaned against the carpet bed, with a bit of trembling in his nasal voice.

What troubles,

What worries,

What looking forward and backward, what trembling with fear,

At this time,

All had already disappeared in an instant.

Therefore, in the future, when going out on a long expedition, Si Niang must not be left behind. If he gets possessed again, Si Niang may be more useful than the Demon Pill.

Si Niang got up, washed her hands again, and walked over;

Sitting down leaning on Zheng Fan, she placed her hands on Zheng Fan's chest and stroked it.

"Master, this time the Blind Man has tricked a lot of people into coming along………"

After the business is done,

You have to start talking about some trivial things to cultivate your emotions.

Si Niang told Zheng Fan everything that had happened in Shengle City after A Ming sent the letter back;

The Blind Man not only fooled a large number of people from Shengle and the surrounding areas with the goal of transporting food and getting reward money, dragging their families and counting heads to follow the team, but also kept publicizing the beauty of Xuehaiguan along the way.

For example, after the barbarians were defeated, the cattle and sheep left behind were all over the mountains and plains, and they couldn't finish eating beef and mutton every day;

For example, the land there was so fertile that you could just sprinkle some seeds and you don't have to worry about it at all, and you can harvest enough to fill your stomach for a year in the autumn.

In short,

In the Blind Man's flicker,

Xuehaiguan was no longer a military fortress, but had become a paradise on earth.

Of course, the Blind Man himself was a charlatan, so he directly instilled the beautiful descriptions of the afterlife in some religions into the real Xuehaiguan. In short, it can satisfy all your fantasies and all your needs;

The team grew bigger and bigger as they migrated and fooled people along the way, like a snowball, and even many refugees who had lost their homes due to the war under Yingdu City were attracted to join the team.

"Master, the Blind Man himself didn't expect to be able to incite such a large scale, will there be any problems?"

Si Niang asked worriedly.

For local officials, the loss of population in their jurisdiction is a major crime, because this team is escorted by the army, so local officials dare not stop them in person, but they will definitely go back and write memorials to impeach them.

Zheng Fan shook his head and said:

"It's okay, don't worry about it."

Compared with the 40,000 Chu corpses under Yupancheng, what he has done is really a drop in the bucket.

Tian Wujing's intention to protect himself was already very obvious. Zheng Fan believed that Lao Tian could help him bear even the greatest pressure from above.

Moreover, Zhennan Pass was still in the hands of the Chu people, so the importance of his Xuehaiguan was even more prominent. It not only had to block the possibility of the barbarians going south, but also needed to curb the Chu people's tendency to go north.

In other words, even if the lawsuit goes to the Yan Emperor, according to the Yan Emperor's temper, he may be eager for him to grow into a warlord as soon as possible so that he can stabilize the local situation.

"I'm relieved that Master has a plan in mind."

"Are you hungry?"

Zheng Fan was a little apologetic,

"I should have let you eat something first, I'll have someone prepare it."

The dinner was very simple. After all, this was in the army. Tian Wujing didn't do anything special, so Zheng Fan didn't find it convenient to do anything, but it was just ordinary military food, but it tasted very good with Si Niang.

By the time the next day came, less than half of the migration team had crossed the river, and Zheng Fan took Si Niang to take a stroll on the Pixiu. This Pixiu's status in the horse world was only higher than the super-equipped luxury cars of later generations. It would be a pity not to go for a ride with a beautiful woman.

Besides, the war was over, and the spring was in full swing, it was a good time to go for a spring outing.

After galloping wildly,

Choose a grassy mat to lie on and look at the blue sky and talk, and this life is quite leisurely.

It's just that you have to learn to filter out the white bones hidden under the green grass that you can see from time to time.

It wasn't until the morning of the third day, as most of the migration team crossed the river, that Zheng Fan finally met the Blind Man and A Ming.

A Ming was still A Ming. Even if he had been crawling and struggling in the cesspool the second before, he was still a refined aristocrat the next second.

In contrast, the Blind Man had a lot of dirt on him, and he was obviously exhausted from working hard all the way.

"You've worked hard."

Zheng Fan said.

The Blind Man shook his head and pointed to the rear, which was where the migration team was camping tonight, and said:

"Master, this is our family fortune, our real family fortune."

The Blind Man seemed a little excited, because he was the one among the seven Demon Kings who was most interested in the "rebellion" career.

At the same time, taking care of the food, drink, and living of so many people along the way, you wouldn't be able to persist if you didn't give yourself some mental stimulation.

After all, the people are not an army, and they can't be restrained with military orders. If you restrain them too tightly, you have to worry that they will run away. You can only use a combination of coaxing and deception, which is actually quite tiring.

"I'll ask the Jingnan King for a troop later to help us escort the people to Xuehaiguan."

"That would naturally be great, Master."

Zheng Fan looked at the sky and said:

"It's getting late, I'll go to the Jingnan King first, you guys rest first."

"Okay, Master."

After Zheng Fan left the tent,

The Blind Man sat down generously, took off his outer robe, and threw the dirty robe away in disgust.

A Ming sneered:

"I'm dressed so cleanly, and Si Niang was also dressed not sloppily at all when she crossed the river a few days ago. You're acting, do you think Master can't see it?"

"It's better if Master sees the effect, do you understand?"

A Ming didn't want to talk.

Si Niang was trimming her nails.

The Blind Man faced Si Niang and said:

"Si Niang, has Master changed anything?"

"What aspect are you referring to?"

"Maybe it's because I haven't seen him for so long, but when I suddenly see Master again, I feel that Master's temperament is a little different from before."

"Mhm."

"I can't tell what that feeling is."

After saying that,

The Blind Man stood up,

And said:

"I'll go back to the camp and take a look again. A Ming, you accompany me, Si Niang, you stay here and accompany Master."

A Ming walked out of the camp with the Blind Man not far away, and then said to the Blind Man:

"Did you sense the change in Master's aura? Could it be that he has advanced again, but deliberately concealed it?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Do you think Si Niang didn't hear it?"

"I know she would hear it, so I said it."

"Here you go again."

"Some things, it's most appropriate to let Si Niang ask or try first."

"Doesn't it get tiring to live like this?"

"You get used to it."

The Blind Man took out a dry and dehydrated orange from his arms, and instead of hurrying to walk, he stood there peeling it, and continued:

"Every time Master advances, the difficulty for us to obtain the same advancement is actually increasing each time. At the beginning, it was just a preliminary recognition, or a little bit of warmth was enough;

After that, we need to move Master.

Each time is more progressive than the previous time. This time, what is the degree, we have to let Si Niang try it first so that we can have a trend to look at, so that we can be targeted."

"That's true, it's getting harder and harder each time."

"Let's take it slowly, don't worry anyway, take care of the things at hand, and when we return to Xuehaiguan, we will have plenty of time, but we really have to start preparing now, this is my friendly reminder to you."

"Should I thank you?"

"Well, you're welcome, do you want an orange?"

……

Zheng Fan came outside the commander's tent, and the guards went in to help report before he was allowed to enter.

Inside the commander's tent, Tian Wujing sat at the head, and Minister of War Mao Mingcai sat at the lower head.

When Zheng Fan came in,

Tian Wujing pointed to the other side of the seat,

And said:

"Sit."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Zheng Fan didn't treat himself as an outsider and took his seat.

Mao Mingcai's emotions seemed to have adjusted. He wasn't as hysterical as he was on the day of the prisoner killing. When he met Zheng Fan's eyes, he also smiled kindly.

"Lord Pingye's actions are not small this time. He's stationed at Xuehaiguan and has migrated so many people."

Mao Mingcai said directly.

Before Zheng Fan could speak, Tian Wujing interrupted:

"This King allowed it."

Mao Mingcai nodded and turned to say:

"Lord Pingye's soldiers who were born in my Yan land are still a bit less. In order to avoid Lord Pingye's difficulty in controlling them, when this official returns to Beijing, I will transfer a part of them………"

"This King is also short of soldiers here. After this, we will have to guard against the Chu people again, and at the same time, we need to build my Da Yan navy. However, how much more soldiers, civilians, and convicts can the imperial court support and send to this King?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Zheng Fan didn't have to say anything at all. He just sat there, and Tian Wujing helped him block the troubles and the sand-mixing problems.

"Since this is the case, I hope that Your Highness will consider what this official said earlier. This official will take his leave now, and this official will set off for Beijing tomorrow."

"I won't see you off, take care."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Mao Mingcai retired and left the commander's tent.

This Minister of War was already very difficult to get along with in the Jingnan Army, let alone in front of the Jingnan King.

"Your Highness, this subordinate came here to ask Your Highness to borrow a troop to help escort those people to Xuehaiguan."

"Approved."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"Did you know what Mao Mingcai said to this King earlier?"

"This subordinate doesn't know."

"He wants to seek to be sent to Yingdu, and he came to explain it to this King."

"This………"

He wants to give up his position as Minister of War and be sent out?

"What this person lacks is experience. He has the ability. With him sitting in Yingdu for this King, if the Chu people dare to go north when this King is still sitting in Fengxin, it will be much easier to deal with."

"He really knows how to bend and stretch." Zheng Fan exclaimed.

Zheng Fan still remembered Mao Mingcai's angry reaction on the day of the prisoner killing, but he should have figured it out now. Since the matter has already happened, he can only look at the result.

In Zheng Fan's view, Mao Mingcai's mission this time was actually a failure. No matter what the reason was, it was obviously inappropriate for him to continue to sit in the position of Minister of War, so actively seeking to be sent out was a decent way to end the matter.

Furthermore,

Maybe being the Minister of War of Da Yan is not as happy as imagined.

Because Da Yan's military power is too decentralized.

In the past, let alone seeing the Minister of War, even seeing a small member of the Ministry of War, the generals of the Qian Kingdom couldn't wait to kowtow and salute, but here in the Yan Kingdom, Zheng Fan didn't feel any panic at all after neglecting him.

Therefore, if he is sent out, as long as the Jingnan King does not return and is still sitting in Fengxin, he, Mao Mingcai, is the person with the highest actual power and status in Yingdu City.

In comparison,

It is indeed more comfortable than continuing to be that paper-pasted minister in Yanjing.

As for whether there are any deeper political intentions here,

Such as decentralization, control, etc.,

This is not what Zheng Fan should ask.

"If you do everything yourself, even an iron man can't stand it. The best situation is to focus on what you are best at, and fighting is the same."

Zheng Fan immediately saluted and said:

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your teaching."

In fact, Zheng Fan really wanted to say that he did a very good job in this regard.

Not only in logistics supply but also in the construction of the army's morale,

I even don't fight in battles myself.

"Do you have anything else?"

"Nothing else, Your Highness."

"Then go down, this King is tired."

Zheng Fan was stunned for a moment,

This was the first time Tian Wujing had said "tired" in front of him.

Because most of the time, the Jingnan King is always great. Even when Du Juan died, when he sat there with white hair overnight, he still did not give people a feeling of weakness, but more like a tiger brewing anger.

"This subordinate takes his leave, Your Highness, please rest well, your health is important."

After leaving the commander's tent, Zheng Fan did not stop and went straight back to his tent.

As soon as he entered the tent,

He saw Si Niang, who was wrapped in a quilt and lying on the military carpet with her back to him,

Seemed to have heard his footsteps and confirmed that it was him,

Si Niang deliberately exposed her fragrant shoulders.

And,

At the end of the quilt, the exposed calf was wearing flesh-colored stockings woven by Si Niang herself.

Perhaps because he had let go several times in the past two days,

This time, Lord Zheng did not rush to pounce on her,

Instead, he leisurely wiped his face with the water in the basin first,

And asked:

"What's wrong?"

Si Niang turned around, faced Zheng Fan, and smiled:

"I want to try to see if Master has advanced again, so I deliberately seduced Master."

"So straightforward?"

"This Slave has no secrets from Master at all."

"There seems to be a problem this time."

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"In fact, on the first day you came back, I was thinking about helping you advance. I didn't make any psychological reservations, but you still didn't advance."

This was the truth.

"Master, don't worry, we can try another way."

……

The camp for the relocated people was very large. Although it could not be as orderly as a military camp, it also revealed a sense of rigor.

The population density of the camp was naturally very high, but there was a place that was separately guarded by three hundred Shengle soldiers and separated from other areas of the camp by a large distance.

And even these three hundred Shengle soldiers did not get too close to that area, but only guarded and patrolled the periphery.

There was a tent there. During the day, it would be packed up and transported by a horse-drawn cart, and at night, it would be placed separately.

At this time, there was a coffin in the tent, and on the coffin, there was a baby bed.

The little prince was lying in the baby bed, playing with a rattle in his hand and raising his legs, and occasionally making some baby sounds from his mouth.

Outside the baby bed, there was also a package, which contained the snacks and gadgets that the little prince had secretly hidden, which Si Niang had discovered. These were all for the Demon Pill, and Si Niang had helped pack them together and bring them over.

The little prince was having a great time entertaining himself,

Suddenly,

The coffin under him trembled violently,

The baby bed landed steadily,

But the coffin was pulled out,

And stood up straight.

"Clang!"

The coffin lid slammed on the ground,

Revealing the person lying in the coffin.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly,

The tent in this area was torn open a two-meter-wide gap by the baleful aura,

The eyes of Shatuo Queshi slowly opened, and there was a dark light flowing in his eyes.

And outside the tent,

There stood a man wearing a white python robe. He stood there quietly, and even when the terrifying existence in the coffin appeared, the man in the python robe remained unmoved.

He just said calmly:

"I'm here to see my son."

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Thank you jud