Yang Heng felt that even if he was not a scholar, he was definitely not a scumbag. After all, he relied on himself and was admitted to the best high school in the city.

But compared to his brother, he really has no curiosity about the truth. Study hard, just because you don't want your mother to be disappointed.

I heard that when Brother Teruno used to be classmates with his brother, he competed for the first place every day. These two people are really scary, and they smell of mathematics when they get close.

Yang Heng slumped in the back seat, secretly scolded himself, and then took out his mobile phone out of boredom.

The hospital is not too far from home. At the end of the two games, the car was parked downstairs at the door of the house. The three of them didn't let Jing Changjia get out of the car, but hurriedly went upstairs to put away their luggage with large bags and small bags, and then turned around and drove to Jing's restaurant.

The restaurant that Jing's parents have worked hard for more than ten years is a well-known restaurant in the city. Before the meal arrived, there were already many diners at the door.

Feng Zhaoye sent people to the door of the restaurant, but he did not stay to eat. Instead, I drove straight back. He was really busy, with only two hours off each month. And this month's two hours, almost all of them were spent on the road.

Jing Changjia watched him drive away, and the strange feeling in his heart came out again.

He has been the king of Yunzhong County in the Hong Dynasty for more than ten years, and he has seen many people with different hearts. He's not the kind of nerd who doesn't know people's hearts.

But Feng Zhaoye's attitude made Jing Changjia really confused.

said that Feng Zhaoye was not interesting to him, but Feng Zhaoye would go to the hospital to see him every month. If Feng Zhaoye is interesting to him, except for occasionally going to the hospital to see him, the two have almost no contact.

Jing Changjia even felt that the relationship between him and Yang Heng was much more familiar than himself.

The two of them weren't friends in high school, and now their relationship is ...... It doesn't seem to be very close.

Jing Changjia thought about it, and if he didn't understand, he simply threw this question away.

Anyway, he is not the king of Yunzhong County of the Dahong Dynasty now, and there is nothing worth plotting. Not to mention that Feng Zhaoye also knows the roots, and he is by no means a suspicious person.

Seeing Jing Changjia standing at the door and not moving, Jing's mother was a little worried: "Jiajia, is your leg hurting?" ”

"No, don't worry." Jing Changjia answered, and walked to his mother in three steps and two steps.

Jing's mother carefully looked at his complexion and saw that he had no sense of pain, so she smiled and took her son's hand and walked into the reserved box with him talking and laughing.

The family got together and had a long-lost reunion dinner.

On the other hand, Hongchao was far away from the hustle and bustle and entered the silent night.

The watchman walked through the dark alleys with lanterns and bangs. I didn't see a strong figure flashing behind me.

The figure scurried across two streets in a row before it stopped outside the corner gate of a large house. He looked warily left and right, reached out and knocked on the door three times with great force.

After three rings, the corner door opened. The man slammed in, the corner door closing behind him.

Inside the door, a slender young man was waiting for him. As soon as the door closed, the man made a silent gesture and whispered, "Follow me." ”

The strong man nodded, and followed the young man all the way into a side house before he asked, "The Dog Emperor sent someone to keep an eye on the mansion?" ”

The young man shook his head: "I don't know. But Brother Lin has entered the Zhenfu Prison, so let's be vigilant. ”

"He sent Lord Lin to prison?" The strong man was so shocked that his voice was loud, "Then who else are we looking for to save Your Highness?!" ”

"Be quiet." As he lit the candles, the young man asked, "Have you ever seen a picture in the sky on your way?" ”

The strong man nodded with a calm face.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the two of them, and the strong man was a reckless man in the teahouse during the day, angrily scolding those who were reading.

His name is Xie Ziqiang, and he was originally from Taizhou who grew up by the sea. Eight years ago, in order to survive, he went to northern Xinjiang alone to open up the wasteland for others. However, the northern frontier is remote and dangerous, and there are often foreign enemies sneaking in to rob and kill. Soon after he arrived in northern Xinjiang, he encountered foreign enemies.

It was the king of the clouds who saved him from the enemy's iron hooves. In order to repay his gratitude, he has been under the command of the king of Yunzhong County since then, and went to sea to hunt for treasure for the king of Yunzhong County.

After more than two years of sailing, he found the tree that His Highness had asked him to do, and he also found the kind of food that His Highness had described. He even spent money to buy a team of slaves from the local area, which he was going to hand over to His Highness.

But he finally came back, how could His Highness ...... Missing?

"Matsugo, I don't believe in those tricks." Xie Ziqiang said in a muffled voice, "The emperor has followed His Highness since he was a child, and I don't know how many rare things His Highness has found from the people overseas. He must have used some means to deceive us. ”

Songwu shook his head, he didn't refute Xie Ziqiang's words, just dragged out a small locked box from the floor under the bed.

"These things were personally given to me by His Highness before he left." Matsugo opened the box, and there was nothing of value in it, it was full of letters and pamphlets.

"Among them, there are arrangements for our people, all of which are written by His Highness himself." Songwu's eyes were sad, and he cherished the letter in the box, and then said, "His Royal Highness originally wanted to send this book to Northern Xinjiang, but for some reason it stayed here. Maybe we need to find the right person and give it away. ”

Xie Ziqiang looked at the booklet and was immediately shocked: "But His Highness's military book?!" ”

Songwu nodded: "Your Highness has never let this book come out, and in the end, it has not been sent to Northern Xinjiang, so it may not be completed." But I want to ...... Since it is placed in this box, His Highness must want it to play its due role. ”

"Your Highness has trained the army into a god, otherwise it would not have made a great name in just a few years. Even if this book is a fragment, it will be of great use! ”

Xie Ziqiang has followed Jing Changjia in northern Xinjiang for a long time, and has seen Jing Changjia's methods of training soldiers with his own eyes. No matter how loose the recruits are handed to him, they will be able to change their appearance in a few months.

This thin book is more valuable than the shipload of treasures he has recovered!

If Jing Changjia knew that they thought like this, he would definitely smile and say, "It can't be compared, it can't be compared."

He is not a soldier, just a student who has gone through most of the military training in high school and college. If there is any place that seems to be more professional than the generals in northern Xinjiang, it is only under the flood of modern information that they know more modern training methods and combat skills.

The reason why this booklet has not been published for a long time is also because he has some concerns in his heart, worrying that those methods are not completely suitable for all the armies of the Hongchao.

It's just that he will die later, so he can't care about that much. It is better to leave some training methods for future generations than to leave nothing at all.

Xie Ziqiang looked at the booklet with burning eyes, and repeatedly speculated about many people in his heart before saying, "When Lord Lin is safe, we will find a way to hand it over to Lord Lin." ”

The northern Xinjiang is too far away, and there are too many untrustworthy people in Beijing. Only Lin Shu lived and died with Jing Changjia in Northern Xinjiang back then, and now he is in prison for Jing Changjia in Beijing.

The book was handed over to Lin and will not be buried.

Songgo nodded approvingly: "Brother Lin is a credible person. Other than that...... Brother Xie, before His Royal Highness left, he told him that the things you found would be handed over to Your Majesty in the future. ”

When Xie Ziqiang heard this, his eyes widened, and the whole person actually showed a murderous aura: "Give it to the dog emperor?!" It was the dog emperor who harmed His Highness, how dare you say such a thing?! ”

"Yes." Songgo raised his eyes to look at him and said seriously, "What His Highness said himself, I dare not forget." ”

Xie Ziqiang stared at him deadly.

"Brother Xie, don't forget that Your Majesty is the younger brother raised by His Royal Highness."

Matsugo reminded him: "The two of them are brothers, and their relationship is not ordinary. No matter what His Majesty thinks in his heart, His Highness always treats him as his own brother. Think about it again, since His Highness has been in power, what are the things he has done that are not for the people? What you find can only be of great use if you hand it over to Your Majesty. ”

"Impossible!" Xie Ziqiang gritted his teeth and said, "We have land for some of us, what can't we do by ourselves?!" Take His Royal Highness's hard work to add credit to the dog emperor, why! ”

"That's His Highness's advice!" Songwu couldn't help but shout, "Brother Xie, put your mind clear!" If you believe that His Highness has been harmed, then this is the last wish of His Highness in the clouds! We did everything we could to do it for him! But if His Highness really soars to become an immortal......"

"This is the test that His Highness has left us."

There was a fire in Songgo's eyes: "Only by doing these things well can we continue to follow His Highness." ”

Xie Ziqiang looked at him without blinking, and after a long time, he asked in a muffled voice, "How is Your Highness?" ”

"Your Highness soars in the daytime, as I have seen with my own eyes." Matsugo whispered, "You don't have to fool yourself. You know the sky is a picture...... Absolutely inhuman. ”

Xie Ziqiang clenched his fists hard.

……

Jing Changjia, who was the center of the dispute between the two, was practicing swords on the balcony of his home at this time.

The sword was a prop sword that Yang Heng bought to play with when he passed by the night market before. The sword technique is the sword technique that the king of Yunzhong County learned from the general when he was still young.

It's just that later he went to the north and used more guns, and his swordsmanship has long since become sparse in the passage of time. Now that I'm back to workout, I feel pretty good.

Yang Heng was in the living room while preparing for the first year of high school, while glancing at his brother from time to time.

The elders in the family are busy, and only Yang Heng is an idler. It's just that his brother's body still has to be maintained, and even if he exercises, he has to do it gradually. Yang Heng simply stayed at his uncle's house and stared at his brother for the elders.

As soon as he saw Jing Changjia's face turning red and his breath short, Yang Heng jumped up and shouted to stop.

The two brothers, one practicing swords and the other supervising, also cooperated well.

Jing Changjia wiped the sweat on his head and face with a handkerchief, and then asked Yang Heng: "How is the preview, what can't you understand?" ”

Yang Heng sighed vigorously: "You can learn swordsmanship with online classes, can I still not understand this high school course?" You are busy with your go, don't bother me. ”

It's a good summer vacation, and it's already very annoying to study. is still being stared at, that is annoying. The roles are reversed, and Yang Heng is full of unhappiness.

Jing Changjia laughed. He walked to the sofa and glanced at Yang Heng's notes, and roughly counted his study progress before saying, "Then you study hard yourself, and I'll go read for a while." ”

"Go, go, go." Yang Heng waved his hand and lay down directly on the sofa, "You can study at ease, I will not disturb you." ”

Jing Changjia returned to the study and sat down in front of the computer.

The dormant computer screen lit up with his movements, and in the center of the screen was a document that was already open.

A line of text has been entered into the document: about the singularity cancellation of algebraic clusters on positive domains.

The scratch paper on the table with words written on it had been arranged into a pile and clamped together with small clips. Jing Changjia took the draft paper, opened another draft book, and carefully checked it again.

Just as he was about to put in, the computer suddenly made a crisp beep.

He looked up and saw a pop-up in the bottom right corner. The pop-up window is reporting on the summer activities of the Yujing Science and Technology Museum.

Jing Changjia's heart moved, he put down the scratch paper, clicked on the pop-up window and watched the news.

He has been in the future cylindrical world for too long, and he always has some inaccurate understanding of the current level of technology. So he watched it very seriously, and observed the pictures of the science and technology museum in the news even more carefully.

After a while, he suddenly asked, "System, when is the Hongchao now?" ”

"In two days, the autumn harvest will begin." The system says.

"Autumn harvest...... Jing Changjia stood up, "Then let's go first." ”