Zhao Xiyan's words fell like a heavy drum.

The hosta only felt a shock in her heart, and wiped her tears with her sleeve: "What Miss said is also reasonable." The slave felt much better. ”

Zhao Xiyan didn't know what he remembered, his eyes were soft, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "This is what Xu Jing said to me." ”

Thinking of the prince, the hosta felt a lot more down-to-earth inexplicably, and after thinking about it, he whispered: "Will Captain Murong come tomorrow?" ”

Zhao Xiyan's eyes flashed slightly: "Murong Yao led 10,000 guards to protect the prince's safety, and now the palace guards are led by General Tao." Murong Shen's official position in the Praetorian Guard is not too high, but he is deeply trusted by the Son of Heaven. He has to be on an errand in front of the emperor, and he has to go to the Praetorian Guard camp, and he has to go back to Murong Mansion when he is resting. Where did he come from the time to come every day. ”

"Today, he deliberately used despicable means to force me to come here, Xu San, they will definitely search for my whereabouts. Murong Shen wanted to avoid everyone coming here, it was not an easy task. In the short term, he won't come back. ”

The hosta breathed a long sigh of relief, and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand: "That's fine." ”

After a pause, he whispered again: "It's so late, Miss rest!" ”

Zhao Xiyan snorted.

This day was thrilling and thrilling, and fighting wits and courage with Murong Shen was also a very laborious thing. She was indeed tired and tired now.

After hurriedly freshening up, Zhao Xiyan lay down on the bed.

This boudoir is not shabby and shabby, and is extremely elegantly furnished. It was not much different from the bedroom she lived in the palace back then. It can be seen that this is indeed a place that Murong Shen has arranged a long time ago.

Such a small courtyard is as many as a cow in the capital. Searching around is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Xu San and they want to find it, it is not an easy task.

If Xu San is calm and smart enough, he should think of what the best way is.

Xu Jing......

This name jumped into his heart, and Zhao Xiyan's heart suddenly felt a little sour.

If he knew that she was suffering in this way, he didn't know how angry he would be, let alone what kind of turmoil he would have caused.

The hosta who slept next to her didn't fall asleep, and whispered: "Is Miss thinking about the world?" ”

Zhao Xiyan snorted, didn't want to say more, and said softly: "Sleep!" ”

……

Jizhou.

Xu Jing suddenly rolled over from the bed, jumped off the bed, and reached out to pull out the treasure knife from under the pillow.

Bang!

The sword was unsheathed, and the cold light of the sword pierced the quiet night.

Xu Shiyi, a personal soldier guarding outside the military tent, rushed in: "Shizi! In the middle of the night, what did the prince do with a knife? ”

Xu Jing wrinkled his brows: "I had a dream." In my dreams, my sister kept calling my name. ”

"Something must have happened to Sister Crescent."

Xu Shiyi: "......"

This is too mysterious.

Xu Shiyi muttered in his heart, and laughed in a low voice: "The prince has been away from Beijing for more than two months, and I haven't seen Miss Zhao for so long, and I think about it very much, and it is not uncommon to dream of Miss Zhao." ”

No.

Not an ordinary dream.

The feeling of heart palpitations was not a dream. Something must have happened to Sister Moon'er. Far away from time and space were calling to him.

However, he is still in the barracks, and there will be a fierce battle next. He couldn't leave it all behind and go back to the capital.

Xu Jing strained his handsome face, his chest rose and fell, and it took a while for a while to exhale a sullen breath and stuff the treasure knife back into the scabbard.

Xu Shiyi breathed a sigh of relief: "I will get up early tomorrow to send troops to suppress the bandits, and the prince should go to bed early!" Raise your spirits and fight another big victory tomorrow. ”

Xu Jing said: "Go and light the candle, I want to write a letter." ”

Xu Shiyi knew his master's temper, so he didn't dare to be verbose, so he immediately lit a fire.

The butter candle shone brightly, and the tent suddenly lit up.

Xu Jing has been studying for many years, but he didn't learn very well, and he really practiced a good hand. At this time, the pen is inked, and the words are like a swimming dragon.

After writing the letter, Xu Jing ordered: "Send someone to deliver the letter immediately, remember, this letter must be delivered to Sister Yue'er." ”

Xu Shiyi retreated.

Xu Jing slept in his clothes, and he didn't feel much sleep when he lay on the bed.

Today is the sixth day of the fourth month.

If it weren't for the fact that he went out with the army, today, he would have ridden a horse to marry his sister Crescent Moon. Now, I am entering the cave room, and the spring night is ......

A flame surged in his body. Xu Jing rolled over and continued to think nonsense. It wasn't until the second half of the night that I barely fell asleep.

On the fifth watch, snare drums sounded in the barracks.

Knock knock! Knock knock!

The dull sound of the snare drum shook people's blood, and they lost their sleepiness in an instant. Xu Jing turned over and got down with a grunt, and quickly freshened up and dressed.

Knock knock! Knock knock!

The second snare drum sounded again.

Xu Jing strode out of the military tent, quickly went to get breakfast, and devoured two cakes into his stomach. Then quickly walked to the general platform of the school martial arts field.

The prince of Dingguo and the Marquis of Zhongyong also came.

The wound on the arm of the Marquis of Zhongyong is mostly healed, and today he is wearing armor, and he is mighty.

Knock knock! Knock knock!

The three-way snare drum ended, and more than 10,000 soldiers were assembled in the school martial arts field.

At this time, the morning sun was rising, and a handsome young man wearing dark armor stood on the platform, pulled out his long knife, and shouted loudly: "Wan Sheng!" Wansheng! ”

The soldiers shouted in unison: "Wan Victory!" Wansheng! ”

The sound is like a tide, and it is surging.

Xu Jing asked people to hold the banner of the crown prince, and then ordered the march.

During this time, Xu Jing personally led the troops into battle and won battles one after another. The bandit Shouzhang rushed to death under Xu Jing's arrow, which was even more inspiring to the army.

The barracks are different from the court. The soldiers obeyed the heroes who dared to fight and kill, and went into battle in person. Not to mention, this hero is also the son of the prominent and noble King of Beihai, leading the troops on behalf of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Xu Jing quickly gained prestige in the army.

The word prestige seems to be invisible and traceless, but it is in the hearts of the people. For example, right now, as soon as Xu Jing shouted, countless soldiers chanted in unison.

While riding his horse forward, the Marquis of Zhongyong said to his eldest son and second son: "Look at the prince of Beihai, in just a few months, he has such prestige in the army. You two brothers have been in the barracks for almost ten years, and you don't have such a prestige. ”

Gao Dalang, who was in his thirties, was silent.

Twenty-six-year-old Gao Erlang was a little unconvinced: "He is under the banner of the prince and gathers the hearts of the army, of course it is convenient." ”

Zhongyong Hou hehe: "You are not convinced, today the bandits, you also led your own soldiers to kill the bandit leader." ”

Gao Erlang was silent.

It's infuriating.

He prides himself on his good skills, and he is also the top in the barracks. After Xu Jing came, he was angry all day long. He was not convinced, so he found an opportunity to take the initiative to invite the soldiers to fight when they were practicing, and then it was a storm...... He lay on his bed for three days.

After that, he never mentioned anything like competing with Xu Jing.

Marquis Zhongyong looked at Xu Jing's heroic back on a horse, and sighed secretly in his heart.

Heroes out of teenagers. Xu Jing's glory is difficult to hide, and when he returns to Beijing after pacifying Jizhou, he doesn't know how many storms will be set off.