Deng Ming and the others returned to their tent, took off the gray armor on their bodies, threw it indiscriminately, and moved a jar of wine from a corner of the tent.

"Although I don't know if the Eighth Prince has noticed anything, but we have also succeeded, come brothers, let's do one." Deng Ming glanced at the general next to him with a smile, opened the wine jar, and filled the bowls that had been placed on the table one by one.

"Okay."

"Okay, do one."

With the sound of the ceramic bowls colliding, the wine in the bowl rippled, Deng Mingxi drank it with a smile, and then put the bowl rudely on the table.

He took out another pen and paper, wrote a few words on the paper quickly, and then went out to whistle.

After a while, a snow-white pigeon flew and landed at the door of the camp tent to peck at it, Deng Ming quickly rolled up the note, carefully placed it in a small tube on the pigeon's leg, and then ran the pigeon into the sky, and then turned back to the camp.

Some people are happy and some are sad tonight.

The rising sun woke up, and in the Eight Kings' Mansion, Ning Xiyue and the three maids watched it slowly rise from the eastern sky in the courtyard.

Ning Xiyue's face was full of sadness, with a slight bruise at the corners of her eyes, but there was no trace of tiredness in her eyes.

On the other hand, the three maids all had dark circles under their eyes, and their eyes were already hanging down tiredly, but they were also holding on.

"Miss, slave go and wash up for you!" Rong Xia yawned and got up, and walked away without waiting for Ning Xiyue to speak.

Ning Xiyue didn't pay attention to it, just looked into the distance sadly, and there was a little less look in her eyes.

Freshen up, change clothes, and have breakfast...... Ning Xiyue was just a boring cooperation.

Rong Xia and the others just shook their heads slightly, they all knew their master's thoughts, and they didn't know how to comfort them, so they had to bury their heads in things.

It's like this, and another day has passed.

On the Golden Luang Palace.

Feng Chengduan sat on the dragon chair, and the eunuch said the sentence "There is something to start and nothing to retreat from" according to the custom.

Just as he was about to retreat from the court, the guards outside hurriedly ran in, knelt on one knee with a nervous face, and said with a letter in his hand, "Your Majesty, there is news from the frontier." ”

"Bring it in."

With Feng Cheng's majestic words, Chang De's father-in-law, who was serving on the side, went over and respectfully presented the letter to Feng Cheng's hands.

After Feng Cheng saw it, his face turned dark, and his frowning appearance made the civil and military below feel extremely depressed.

Feng Yici already knew the contents of the letter, so he came out pretending to be concerned, and said in a deep voice, "Father, but did something happen to the Eighth Emperor Brother on the frontier?" ”

Feng Cheng handed the letter to Chang De, signaling him to give the letter to Feng Yici, and the dignified dragon eyes glanced at the civil and military forces below, "Everyone, the war on the frontier was lost, the eighth prince was seriously injured, and now he needs a powerful person to go to the frontier, I don't know which Qing family is willing to go?" ”

"How good is this, even the Eighth Prince is not the opponent of that group of people."

"Yes, yes, now that General Ning is deceased, there is no available general in our dynasty, alas!"

Feng Huayin was injured, Feng Cheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart, sure enough, without Ning Fu, the army would not have the sharpness of the past, and now the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty could not choose a person who could go to the battlefield to kill the enemy.

"Father, the Eighth Emperor Brother is injured? Is this letter serious? How's it going? When Feng Jun heard that Feng Huayin was injured, he stood up anxiously, and the corners of his eyebrows furrowed.

Since Feng Huayin went on the expedition, he has come to the court every day, and he has found an excuse to run to the imperial study every day, in order to get the news of Feng Huayin as soon as possible.

At this time, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were discussing who could go on the expedition, and the words of sealing the county were particularly abrupt.

Feng Cheng shook his head slightly, "The Eighth Prince is out of danger for the time being, and it's not a big deal. ”

Hearing this, Feng Jun breathed a sigh of relief, and it was good to go back and explain to Xiaoyan.

Feng Yici glanced at the letter roughly, and a trace of joy flashed in his eyes, the news that came yesterday was really good, Feng Huayin, you are finally going to be planted in the hands of His Royal Highness.

That joy was quickly concealed by him, and he grabbed the letter worriedly, and the letter was immediately caught in a ball in his hand, "Father, my son's ministers ask for an order to go to the frontier to quell the chaos." ”

"The prince is going?" Feng Cheng looked at Feng Yici in disbelief, the prince has always been pampered in the palace, this is the first time to participate in such a thing, this time it is very dangerous to go, if something happens, it is not easy to appease the Lin family.

"Father, my sons are willing to go." Feng Yici gave up again.

This is like a pot exploded by the military officials.

"Your Majesty, Weichen has something to say, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is the future Son of Heaven in Fuchen, how can he take such a risk, this matter must not be."

"Yes! His Royal Highness the Crown Prince should not risk his life! ”

Feng Yici just frowned and bowed his head silently.

The words of those ministers Feng Jun sounded extremely sarcastic, the prince's life can't be risked, so they, the prince's life, can be taken at will? It's just that it's better to be born, and it's too much to afford to be sealed.

Feng Cheng pondered for a while, then glanced at Feng Yici, "The prince has never led soldiers, how can war be child's play, you better not go and add to the chaos." ”

He, a pampered prince, went to the border where the army was in chaos, shouldn't he let those generals take care of him!

Feng Yici was stunned, his brows furrowed, his father actually said that he was going to cause trouble? Is this not to believe him?

Feng Jun smiled secretly on the side, and couldn't help but open the paper fan to hide the smile on the corner of his mouth, but he could still see that he was smiling from his smiling brows.

"Father, Erchen wants to go through some training, after all, Erchen is the future son of heaven in Fuchen, how can he be afraid because of a little war, and Erchen also wants to prove that he is not a prince who does not live up to his name." Feng Yici's hands under his big sleeves were clenched and said firmly.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, please think twice!"

Those officials went one by one to persuade Feng Yici not to go, only Feng Yici knew that not only would nothing happen if he went this time, but he would also defeat the group of rebels.

Feng Cheng looked at Feng Yici very entangledly, and then looked at the hundred officials who had no one to ask for, and secretly considered it.

Feng Yici angrily flicked down his sleeves, raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "Your Highness has already thought twice, Father, please give your son this opportunity." ”

"His Royal Highness the Prince, I also think it's better for you to stay in the palace." Feng Jun said with a smile.

At this time, the eighth emperor's body had not yet recovered, and the prince ran over, maybe he was going to do something bad, and Feng Jun secretly thought about it.

"As the crown prince of Fuchen, shouldn't His Royal Highness do something for the country! You are still willing to go on the expedition! Feng Yici glared at the officials angrily.

The officials immediately shut up, and the hall was instantly much quieter.

Hmph, even with these wastes, he wants to block his way, and there are many things, Feng Yici swept over those people coldly, this is a plan he has laid out for a long time, and he must not give the fat to others.

"Okay, don't quarrel anymore, the prince's request is agreed, and he will retreat." After Feng Chengyin finished speaking with a calm face, he flicked down his sleeves, got up and got off the dragon chair, and left quickly.