After entering the city, Zhou Shangwen went directly to the wounded barracks.

Zhu Xizhong, Xu Yande, Zhang Rong and others were also here, and dozens of military doctors and 100 people were boiling decoctions, plasters, and even some large vats with green hairs outside the camp.

This is an improved traditional Chinese medicine prescription called "Chen Mustard Marinade", which is similar to the Indians using moldy bread to compress wounds, which is considered an earthwork in the army.

As soon as he arrived outside the camp, Ning Jue heard Zhu Xizhong's screams.

"It hurts! Dad, mother, it really hurts! Zhang Rong, I* your uncle, you can touch Lao Tzu again! ”

"Hahaha, Cheng Gong is just outside the city, but I can't see it at all, I'm afraid of pain! If I hadn't come soon, you'd have taught the tartar to chop it up. ”

"Ahem, ahem." Zhou Shangwen coughed dryly.

The originally noisy wounded barracks fell silent.

"The town!" Ma Fang's ass stood up as if it had a spring on it.

Zhou Shangwen looked at the bandage on Ma Fang's arm and asked, "What's the injury?" ”

"It's not the first time that it's out of the way, it's not the first time."

Zhou Shangwen bowed slightly.

"What about our camp?"

"This time, one hundred and four brothers have been broken, and forty-two have been disabled, and someone has been sent back to Jingshi."

Hearing this number, Zhou Shangwen couldn't help but feel sad.

"According to the old rules, the dead baby, in addition to the share of the imperial court, I will take an extra fifty taels for the compensation, and send the disabled back to our tuns to raise."

Zhou Shangwen opened up more than 2,000 acres of land on the outskirts of Datong, which was used to support those disabled soldiers who could not fight.

"Whoa."

After ordering this, Zhou Shangwen looked at Zhu Xizhong who was lying on the bed on the ground.

Xu Yande and Zhang Rong around him were all looking at Zhou Shangwen, but Zhu Xizhong seemed to inadvertently move his eyes to the side, as if he was waiting for Zhou Shangwen to talk to him.

"Yo, a battle? Does it hurt? ”

"What's this little injury? Back then, I beat up my husband at home, and my father hung me up and smoked for three days and three nights. ”

Xu Yande and Zhang Rong glanced at Zhu Xizhong with disdain.

The rope on your hand is called hanging and pumping, right?

At least three generations of your Zhu family don't even have a scar on their bodies!

Zhou Shangwen sat next to Zhu Xizhong seemingly inadvertently, and directly uncovered the gauze of Zhu Xizhong's wound, and as soon as the gauze was torn open, the corners of Zhu Xizhong's mouth twitched.

"Cheng, it's much stronger than your father back then, we still remember when your father first attacked the knighthood, tsk......"

Zhu Xizhong's teeth clenched, and his face gradually turned iron blue.

"Huh? Why don't you speak? ”

"I ...... I miss my dad. ”

There was a lot of laughter in the camp of wounded soldiers.

Then Zhou Shangwen casually took out a carefully wrapped kraft paper bag from his arms, and directly sprinkled the white medicine wrapped in the paper on Zhu Xizhong's wound.

"Hiss......"

Zhou Shangwen forcibly held back the smile on his face.

"What's wrong again?"

"My dad seems to be waving at me outside."

The people around the scene were all laughing like a spring breeze.

Just when everyone in the wounded barracks couldn't help laughing, a figure also flashed outside the camp.

Zhu Zaili, who was dressed in a common man's clothes, was cautiously poking his brain into the wounded barracks in a corner.

Before Zhu Zaili could see the situation in the wounded barracks clearly.

Behind him, a familiar voice sounded from Zhu Zaili.

"Minister Lu Bing, meet His Royal Highness the Prince."

Zhu Zaili's body froze in place.

"If I say you recognize the wrong person, do you believe it?"

"It's a blessing to be able to meet His Highness here at this time, even if he admits his mistake, the minister doesn't want to believe it."

Zhu Zaili took a deep breath, and then asked:

"Do the wounded soldiers have much-needed medicinal herbs?"

Lu Bing's face was indifferent.

"The Jingshi is well prepared, and the lieutenant generals of the subordinate battalion have thanked His Highness."

Hearing Lu Bing say this, Zhu Zaili breathed a sigh of relief, and before Zhu Zaili could take a breath, Lu Bing continued to speak: "Your Highness, please return to Beijing." ”

"I'm not going back!" Zhu Zaili's words are categorical.

"The monarch's father licks the calf deeply, and I ask Your Highness not to be childish......"

Zhu Zaili, like a teenager in his usual adolescence, heard Lu Bing mention that his father also lost his temper.

"What licking calves are so affectionate?! He is the Father of all the peoples of the world! ”

"Can't Lu Du see? Jingshi is still like this, this is the complacent Jiajing Zhongxing of his father! ”

"Although the people of the world have kings but no fathers, they still have to use swords in the southeast, and how many people will die in the Ming Dynasty before he can wake up!"

Lu Bing's brows gradually furrowed.

"Your Highness is cautious."

"Caution?! The world is like this, the history is like this, it can be concealed for a while, but it can be concealed for eternity? ! ”

Lu Bing was silent for a long time, and then his tone was a little low.

"Everyone in the world can say that the monarch's father is not, but His Royal Highness can't."

Lu Bing may not understand what Jiajing's arrangements are for, but Lu Bing knows that these things that his milk brother did were better for Zhu Zaili than for himself.

"It's that sentence again! Why can't I say that? Should I hide in the palace and be deaf and blind?! ”

Lu Bing slowly raised his head and glanced at Zhu Zaili.

"Just rely on Your Majesty to worship the minister as the deputy general of Pingyu, not to order Zhang Zuo to supervise the army in the army."

"What's the difference?"

"The eyes and ears of Dongchang are all over the Beijing Division, but they are not out of the Beijing Division, and although my Jinyi Wei is weak, the Beijing Division is all over the world."

"The Jingshi and the nine-sided elite are now all by His Royal Highness's side, if the Jingshi changes, even if His Majesty has something, Your Highness, you will be fine, how can you say that the monarch is stupid?!"

Zhu Zaili was stunned when he heard this, and his voice was a little lower.

"Something happened to Jingshi?"

"Your Majesty is stationed in Tongzhou, King Yu and King Jing are in charge of the country, and now the government and the opposition are waiting to see His Highness's jokes, go back to Beijing, Your Highness."

After Lu Bing finished telling Zhu Zaili about the affairs of the court, Zhu Zaili's mood gradually calmed down.

"The gentlemen have set up such a big stage for me, do the governors think that now that I have returned to Beijing, this scene will be over?"

Zhu Zaili didn't know what happened to Jingshi, but Zhu Zaili knew that those old foxes had made such a big move, and it was definitely not something that could be solved by escaping back to Jingshi by himself.

This kind of thing will never have the initiative, and as long as this kind of drama starts, it must be sung.

Lu Bing was silent.

When Zhu Zaili rushed out of the city with the people, the success or failure of the 200,000-strong army was already closely integrated with Zhu Zaili.

Even if Zhu Qizhen was able to escape from the civil fort back then, the civil fort was still the same civil fort, and Chen Xun and Shang Lu were still able to bring the six ministries into the cabinet, but Zhu Qizhen didn't have to go out to study.

Even if Zhu Zaili escapes back to Beijing now, as long as these 200,000 people are defeated, those old foxes will still have a way to splash water on Zhu Zaili's body.

Because defeat means death and accountability.

It means that the balance of power is broken.

Vice versa.

"And how is Your Highness going to act?"

Zhu Zaili's eyes became more and more determined.

"Shrinking from self-reflection, although there are tens of millions of people, I will go."

"If they are willing to wait, then wait, wait until my Ming soldiers return triumphantly, and wait until I answer and flee, I want to see who will see whose jokes at that time."

(End of chapter)