The night was deep, and the insects outside the tent were singing like a dream-jerking song, but Xia Muyang was not sleepy. He held in his hand an urgent letter sent by his uncle half an hour ago, which was similar to the two letters he had received earlier. He had smelled the smell of conspiracy.

As soon as the sun rose, he set out north to return to the capital, where his home would be his new battlefield. He has left and returned many times, and each time he returns with a strong sense of nostalgia and full of joy. He had also led troops to the battlefield more than once, but only this time, he felt a chill:

"Mu Yan, is that you?"

... ...

"Lord Wang, haven't slept yet?" Mei Siyuan walked out of the tent camp, holding two small jars in his hands.

Xia Muchao heard the voice, looked back, and saw that it was him who brought the wine, and couldn't help laughing: "Siyuan, it's rare for you to ask me for a drink!" The two of them have known each other since they were teenagers, and it has been more than 20 years since this time, they are both master and servant, and they are also old friends, this is indeed the first time that Mei Siyuan has asked Xia Muchao to drink outside the banquet toast.

His injuries were lighter than Xu Ding'an's, and Mei Yuanchen injected more true qi into his inner body, because at this time, the injuries were not over, but his actions were no longer hindered, so anxious that Xu Ding'an often patted the sickbed and screamed. He was stabbed in the waist, and several wounds were deep into his internal organs, and he couldn't get out of bed for more than a month.

"Seeing that the prince has something on his mind, maybe the wine is strong. Mei Siyuan handed a jar of wine to Xia Muchao and said with a smile.

Mei Yuanchen and Xia Chengyi's in-laws are established, and the two of them will have to add a layer of in-law relationship, and he has experienced the fierce battle of life and death outside Suzhou City, and his temperament is also a little more free, less restrained than before, and a little more casual. For his transformation, Xia Muchao is very happy to see it.

The two sat on the lawn of the camp, tore open the wine seal, and the two altars collided with each other, and each "gurgling" and drinking.

The military wine is not a good wine, but the two are very happy to drink.

"Haha! Siyuan, you have regarded me as a friend until today!" Xia Muchao pressed the wine jar on the grass with one hand and laughed.

Mei Siyuan shook his head slightly, his face was full of self-deprecation, and said with a smile: "What the prince said is that Siyuan has indeed fallen into a trap. Life is short, it's better to be wanton. Siyuan's respect for the prince is from the heart, regardless of identity, you and I should have become close friends a long time ago!"

Xia Muchao laughed again when he heard this. However, the laughter suddenly stopped, he lifted the wine jar and poured a few sips of wine, took a long breath of relief, and said in a deep voice: "I really can't live with you!"

"Why did the prince say this?" Mei Siyuan said with a surprised expression.

What is a close friend? Since it is a close friend, there should be nothing to hide, and the word "sincerity" should not be lost. Xia Muchao looked directly at Mei Siyuan, his eyes were clear, and he said with a straight face: "In the past, I used you more or less. Even if you are recommended to be the secretary of the Anxian Salt Transport Administration, it is not all for the consideration of the imperial court. ”

Mei Siyuan pursed the wine stains on his lips, got up from the grass, bowed to Xia Muchao, and said in a clear voice: "Siyuan is grateful to the prince for telling him frankly. ”

Seeing that there was no surprise on his face, Xia Muchao couldn't help but be stunned, and said slowly: "You already knew?"

"Lord Wang, you have underestimated me a little. Mei Siyuan laughed. Starlight sprinkled on his face, imprinting a blank look.

Hehe smiled, the past passed by...

In midsummer, the days are long and the nights are short, and the sky is already slightly bright at the beginning of the day, and the eyes can see. Outside the tent of the Chinese army in the Pinan outpost, 300 white-clothed warriors stood with their hands in their hands, ready to go. Among them, two hundred and forty were selected by twelve thousand men from this 10,000-clothed army, and forty were the personal guards of the Zhenwang Mansion. They had packed up in the middle of the night and written farewell letters, and at this moment they were here just to wait for one person, the one they needed to protect with their lives on this trip.

This night, Xia Muyang didn't sleep well and had a lot of sporadic dreams. It is said that there are thoughts and dreams every day, and these sporadic dreams and incomplete dreams are his only brother - Xia Muyan.

"Mu Yang, you are the elder brother, but you have to let this Mu Yan more. You're brothers... You're brothers..."

... ...

"Mu Yan, you have also been crowned a prince, you have everything, what is not satisfied?"

"Brother, do you know, I want to be the emperor! I want to be the emperor! I want to be the emperor!"

... ...

"Muyang, when will you come back? Father sent someone to pick you up... Doesn't your father want to be the emperor? When you come back, your father will pass the throne to you. When will you be back?"

"Father, I will go north now, and I will come back in five or six days. ”

"Are you back? No, don't go north yet, stay there, stay there!"

"Brother, come back! I've sent someone to pick you up!"

... ...

"Mu Yan, could it really be you? I didn't know that you actually wanted to be the emperor, if you really care so much about this throne, why can't my brother give it to you?" Xia Muyan stood in the tent and muttered softly.

A sound of footsteps gradually approached, stopping outside the tent, but listening to Tang Su calling outside: "Lord Wang, everything is ready!"

Xia Muyang did not answer, but went straight out. His eyes were full of white: white sky, white tents, samurai dressed in white.

"Father, can you rest?" Xia Chengcan came over and asked.

"Hehe, naturally sleep well!" Xia Muyang gently patted him on the shoulder, his heart heavy.

Twelve thousand men were lining up to wait for him to give the last order to leave. Xia Muyang walked to the front of the queue and said in a straight voice: "This king will go north to the capital later, and everything here will be taken care of by the prince Chengcan for the time being." This time, the white-clothed army was ordered to march south, and it was bound to teach the Turkic country a painful lesson. Continue to prepare for the war, don't slack off, and wait for the order!"

"Yes, my lord, we should be at the mercy of the orders of the prince's army, and the orders are like mountains!" Yesterday's discussion, Xia Muyang awarded the seal of the white-clothed army to Xia Chengcan in front of everyone, and at this time, he is the supreme commander of the 10,000-clothed army.

In recent months, everyone has been preparing for war, and at this time everything has already been prepared, and they can withdraw their camp and go south to the Turkic country at any time. I thought that I would march after this rainstorm, but I didn't want such an incident to happen, so I had to postpone the discussion.

For the white-clothed army, Xia Muyang naturally had no worries, and turned around and walked towards the three hundred warriors.

Three hundred warriors, like three hundred stakes, stood still.

"Muyang went north before, and the road was unpredictable, so I asked you!" Xia Muyang said solemnly.

"Swear to protect His Royal Highness!" "Swear to protect His Royal Highness!" Three hundred people shouted in unison, and the sound shook the sky.

... ...

Xia Chengcan led twelve thousand men to stand outside the camp, watching the three hundred and two horses gallop north, he prayed in his heart: "Father, you must arrive at the capital safely!"