An Linghou's loyalty, Zhao Chen believed. But Lu Bing, he didn't believe it.

He remembered what An Linghou said before he was beheaded, "The loyalty of An Linghou Mansion to the imperial court can be learned from heaven and earth. Your Royal Highness the Prince, you want to destroy the door of the Hou Mansion, so you can find a convincing reason!"

An Ling waited until his death, not believing that his son would be treasonous.

And Lu Bing stared at him coldly at that time, and sneered, "There is no point in killing An Ling Houfu to show favor to Xiliang. Even if you kill all the people in Anling Houfu, you can't stop Xiliang from setting foot in the Central Plains, and what you should lose will be lost after all. Your Royal Highness the Prince, have you ever regretted it? Has the emperor ever regretted it?"

Zhao Chen raised his head and drank the wine in the cup.

An Linghou sighed secretly, the prince was always depressed - although others said that the prince was gloomy, but he felt that it was not, the prince was worried about the country and the people, he was holding grievances for their Anling Houfu and the Northwest Army, and he felt guilty for having such a father.

He poured wine for the prince and drank it with him, just like accompanying his confidant.

The prince drank two jars of wine, he drank half a jar of wine, and when he was drunk and hazy, he looked at the prince with the wine jar and said solemnly, "Your Royal Highness the prince, the minister understands you."

After saying that, the person lay on several cases and fell asleep.

Zhao Chen said lightly, "Send him back."

Wei Xiao called in two guards and carried the drunk An Linghou out of the camp.

The dusty Lu Bing glanced at his father, lifted the curtain and walked into the camp tent, and bowed, "His Royal Highness the Prince, the minister is back."

Zhao Chen grabbed the wine jar and poured wine, "The prince is hard, sit down and drink the bar."

Lu Bing sat down opposite him, took a wine glass and poured the wine, raised his glass and said, "In today's battle, fortunately, His Highness commanded well, and the border city did not break the city. His Royal Highness's ability to lead the army is greatly admired and respected."

Zhao Chen held the cup in his hand and did not clink glasses with him.

His eyes were full of inquiry, staring at Lu Bing, "What is the relationship between you and the Ghost-Faced General?"

Lu Bing drank the wine and did not move, "Your Highness said that you are laughing, how can the minister and the ghost-faced general have a relationship."

Zhao Chen said lightly, "It is rumored that the ghost-faced general is the prince of An Linghou, who has a treacherous mind and kills people like hemp, as if asking for his life. Looking at it alone, in the northwest land, only the son of the world has this ability."

As he spoke, his gaze never left Lu Bing, trying to see something flawed in it.

It's a pity that Lu Bing is much calmer than his father, his expression, body movements, no changes, even his gaze.

Lu Bing smiled, "The minister doesn't have that much ability."

Zhao Chen said, "Fiction is real, and reality is fiction. The more the prince denies it, the more convinced everyone is that the rumors are true. Right?"

Lu Bing smiled silently.

Zhao Chen suddenly got up and raised his hand to attack Lu Bing.

Lu Bing took two steps back in an instant while holding the wine glass, avoiding the prince's hand, and the wine glass in his hand was not spilled.

Zhao Chen jumped up and attacked, his moves were sharp, and he took the door directly.

Lu Bing casually put down the wine glass, raised his hand to block, and fought with the prince.

Wei Xiao joined in, and Zhao Chen scolded, "Stand down!"

As soon as Zhao Chenfu fought with Lu Bing, he knew that his kung fu was above him. If it weren't for the memories of his past life and knowing that General Ghostface appeared after his death, I'm afraid he would have thought that he was General Ghostface. ….

Zhao Chen withdrew his hand and examined the landing ice, "If you are a ghost-faced general, where did the soldiers and horses in your hands come from? If you weren't a ghost-faced general, no one in the Cizhou military camp had seen Shizi in the past few days, where had you gone? What is the purpose of your concealment?"

Lu Bing unhurriedly straightened his robe, the wounds on his body began to bleed again due to the fierce fight, and blood dripped from his arms, dripping to the ground.

He tore off a strip of cloth from his middle coat, bandaged the top of his arm, and said, "The minister went to Cizhou to hide his whereabouts because he was afraid that the Xiliang army would learn that there was no main general in the border city and wait for an opportunity to attack the city."

Zhao Chen stared at him, "This is not enough to convince Lone. There is already Lu Ling in the border city, and his ability to lead the troops is not weak, you went to Cizhou single-handedly this time,

It's a superfluous move. If you bring a few thousand soldiers and horses, perhaps Lone will be more convinced of you."

Whether Lu Bing took the soldiers and horses away, most people can't know, so they suspect that the prince is a ghost-faced general, and the soldiers and horses are transferred from other camps.

But he searched all over the border city, but he didn't send troops out.

The prince's gaze was extremely oppressive, but Lu Bing was untimid in the face of his forced gaze, and still maintained his usual calmness.

He said, "Soldiers, treacherous ways. There are many details that the minister could not explain in detail. If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince does not believe in his ministers, he can be impeached."

After saying that, he picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it, and said, "The minister is leaving."

Zhao Chen watched him walk to the door and said, "Lonely is lonely, the father is the father, can the son of the world understand?"

Lu Bing turned his head with doubts in his eyes, "The minister naturally understands. Even if the emperor refuses to send reinforcements, the minister is still grateful to His Highness for protecting the heart of the Northwest Army."

Zhao Chen's eyes were dark and gloomy, but you didn't understand it in your previous life.

"It's good to understand."

What's the use of understanding it now?

Lu Bing arched his hand, lifted the curtain and left.

Wei Xiao asked the military doctor to come in and help Zhao Chen treat his wounds.

After taking off his blood-stained battle clothes and middle coats, Zhao Chen's broad chest and back were shocked by new injuries and old ones. The military doctor shook his head secretly, but he didn't dare to persuade him.

After the military doctor bandaged the prince and left, Wei Xiaofang asked the guards who had been waiting outside to come in and report, "Prince, King Jin and Princess Jin are living in the Chen family's courtyard, and the prince of Zhongguo is already well."

Zhao Chen was surprised, "Master Xuanzhi's medical skills are so skillful?"

The guard said, "I heard that on the day of the needle, the prince was much better, and he could recite the poem after listening to it three times."

Zhao Chen said, "He was indeed extremely smart when he was young."

It's just that he was born to the wrong family, lost his mind at the age of three, and died at the age of twenty. Now that he has regained his intelligence, he doesn't know if he has the ability to protect himself and avoid calculations.

In this life, everything is changing, and if you Ning Guang has a good relationship, there will definitely be a good ending.

He asked, "Has King Jin's leg been healed by Master Xuanzhi?"

"I heard that Master Xuanzhi helped him diagnose his pulse, so just let him keep it. King Jin stays in the courtyard most of the time, and the princess accompanies the prince up the mountain every day to perform needles, which is very intimate." The guard smiled, "I don't know how King Jin can endure it."

Zhao Chen's eyes turned cold, and he looked at the guards sharply, "Princess Jin is the elder of the family, and she has always treated him as a child, both of them are pure in heart and have no other thoughts, why can't King Jin bear it?"

His voice was cold, "Or are you filthy in your heart, so you speculate about the princess's innocence?"

The guard was shocked, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he hurriedly knelt down on one knee and arched his hand, "Don't dare!"

Zhao Chen said coldly, "Go down and get twenty military sticks. Let's not take this as an example."

"Yes!"

The guard looked uncertain in his eyes and quickly retreated.

Zhao Chen sat on the head of the bed in a snow-white middle coat and closed his eyes heavily.

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