Feng Zhirong listened to the experience of King Jing himself, even if his tone was flat, the personal story described in his mouth was still suspenseful. Feng Zhirong couldn't help but take a breath, almost not suffocating.

King Jing didn't seem to notice Feng Zhirong's changes, and continued: "The first time I drew my sword to defend against the enemy, it was not outside the city, but in my own camp. I fought with General Fan and the Divine Guardians who had arrived, and at that time I didn't have time to ask for help, and I didn't have the heart to ask for help, just to quickly solve the remaining dozen or so annoying Shansha dead soldiers, just because the events of that day were not ordinary—"

Feng Zhirong muttered: "I'm afraid there is a thief." ”

"That's right, there are thieves." King Jing's voice became very stiff, as if the events of that day still made him angry, and even his brows were twisted: "At that time, I was young, even though I had a few serious knife wounds on my body, I was young and recovered quickly, but General Fan's shoulder injury made him unable to lift his sword or draw his bow from now on, and then I ordered a thorough investigation of the matter, and I looked for the traces of the two groups of dead soldiers in Shansha, and wanted to know where they came from, but I found nothing, so I could only order the punishment of the poorly guarded soldiers, but I could no longer find the source......"

After a pause, he added, "It's still the same." As he spoke, the anger and blood of that body gradually gathered up again.

Hitherto...... Still?

Feng Zhirong pursed her lips and thought for a while, then asked cautiously: "The prince said that the Wuwei army and the front army of the imperial court were stationed back then, but that is the army directly belonging to His Majesty?" ”

King Jing nodded and said, "Except for the Heavenly Period Army led by my uncle, King Qi, the rest of the military power was originally under the imperial court, but Daye's front, center, rear, left, and right five armies each have their own generals leading the army and the left and right governors under them. As for the leading generals and soldiers of the three armies of Wuwei, Jianwei, and Fenwei of the imperial court, they were originally rotated, and there was no fixed establishment. ”

Feng Zhirong didn't ask any more questions, and King Jing continued: "Later, this matter was reported to my father, and it was naturally concealed from the outside world. ”

Feng Zhirong listened to King Jing's words, and her heart was also tense and uncomfortable.

King Jing continued to tell his story: "My father said that I was too restless, and I had to let go of the frontier at a young age, saying that if I had a bond, maybe my heart would be settled, so that if I still wanted to wear a military robe and armor to go into battle, my father would not stop me." ”

Feng Zhirong hooked the corners of her mouth and didn't say anything, but she felt a little good in her heart because the emperor she had never met loved her son so much.

"You haven't seen your father, when your father dropped a very expensive cup in the Fenghua Palace of the Queen Mother, and the cup fell to me like this, but because the carpet of the Fenghua Palace was thick, it was not broken." The corners of King Jing's mouth hooked up a smile, and his words were vivid, which made Feng Zhirong, who also painted a picture in his mind, feel interesting.

An emperor at the top of the dynasty threw down his cup in anger, but the cup was not broken—couldn't it be more infuriating?

"At that time, my injuries were not healed, and if I moved too much, a big hole in my back would still hurt. After returning to Beijing, he was seen by his father, and he couldn't help but make a fuss. King Jing gestured to the size of his wound, and the length of the knife was almost enough to split his body in half.

Feng Zhirong seemed to be able to smell the pervasive smell of blood, and his face was slightly bloody, while King Jing continued: "My father was angry, so he married me on the spot, and on the same day, he immediately asked Qin Tianjian to pick a date to change Geng post for me. ”

When Feng Zhirong heard this, she chuckled in her heart, and quickly bit the tip of her tongue to divert her attention before the huge sense of loss in her heart spread to an irreparable extent.

Fortunately, King Jing did not talk about the marriage again, but continued to talk about the scene in the north at that time......

At that time, King Jing and General Fan Lao were seriously injured, and in the north, they only had the military doctor treat their wounds, and when they were able to move, they were escorted back to the capital by the army.

The news of the night attack by the dead soldiers of Shansha in the north was firmly locked in the north, and even the brother of the current emperor, King Qi, who had great military achievements, stepped forward to silence all those who should shut up, and those who were not taught never had a chance to speak again......

Everyone was only a little surprised that the emperor's Shence army went north and returned soon as nothing, but later someone explained that it was just General Fan Lao training for the emperor, so that the Shence army, which had not traveled thousands of miles for a long time, could exercise and exercise, and the people's doubts gradually subsided.

King Jing was only fifteen years old at that time, and he had not yet established a mansion in the imperial city, so he recuperated in the imperial city unconsciously until he was almost healed from his injuries before appearing in front of everyone again; As for the old general Fan, who was seriously injured on the shoulder, he usually neglected to socialize, so he also hid it well and did not let people find any strange clues, so this matter was only buried in the hearts of the emperor and a few other people, and the rest was lightly revealed.

King Jing said: "After the wound on my body was almost healed, I went to Fenghua Palace to ask my father and mother for guilt, and at that time my father was holding a book of folds handed over by Qin Tianjian Xun Jian and the queen mother, and I saw at a glance that the fold was not the usual fold used in the court, but a secret piece for my father to see. ”

Speaking of this, King Jing's eyebrows moved slightly: "Since her father ascended the throne, the queen mother has only asked about the political affairs of the court, even if her father asked and asked, he almost never asked anything...... But on that day, the queen mother and her father looked at the folded book together. ”

Although Feng Zhirong has been quietly obedient, she can't sit still at this time.

──When it comes to Qin Tianjian and Xun Jianzheng, nine times out of ten is related to himself? And King Jing went around in such a big circle and told such a story, isn't the point here?

If it doesn't matter, how can King Jing mention it to himself?

Feng Zhirong didn't dare to be amorous, so she quickly gathered her mind and continued to listen to King Jing's story. "My father took a long time to take care of me, and that was the longest time I knelt in front of my father in my life...... In fact, for the first time. When King Jing said this, the corners of his mouth hooked again, thinking that it was a not bad memory.

After a long time, when King Jing spoke again, he looked into Feng Zhirong's eyes again and said: "I once again expressed to my father that I am still willing to fight for the rest of my life, when my father slapped the fold on the table with a heavy blow, and then a cup fell to me. ”

King Jing repeated the same picture once, but because he made up the details, the picture in Feng Zhirong's mind was more vivid.

"The father and emperor also threw it to me, guess what's written on it?"