The battle above ended quickly, and seeing the discussion of the students below, they quickly joined the discussion.

King Huan also leaned over with interest and listened with a smile. Seeing that the adults did not forbid it, the guards put aside their worries and spoke loudly. Only Chen Huayi drooped his head and hid to the side without squeaking, apparently probably reprimanded by King Huan.

King Huan saw that Chen Huayi had been drinking water silently on the side, and suddenly laughed: "I suddenly remembered a sentence about how to look at the merits of a soldier. 'The most scars on his body and the blood stained on his suit are the most credit', what do you think?'" As soon as he spoke, everyone stopped talking and listened to him.

The guards who participated in the battle looked at their clothes: "It doesn't seem right, is it because too few people have been killed?"

King Huan said: "No. I want to say that for us, it should be that the less blood on the body, the higher the martial arts, right?" Pointing at Chen Huayi, and then at Ran Haoxuan who came over: "There are only two people who don't have any blood on their bodies." ”

Zhao Qingyan walked back slowly, and asked with a smile: "Uncle Thirteen is telling boring stories again?" Chen Huayi has no blood on his body because he is lazy, and he has to wash his clothes when he gets blood. There was no blood on Haoxu's body because I was dirty. Uncle Thirteen has blood on his sleeve...... It's that you always like to wipe the knife with your sleeve, and it should be changed!"

The guards laughed when they heard his last words. The two lords of the Privy Council who manage the military guards are the two princes in front of them. Because of their status as princes, they do not attach great importance to the consistent official etiquette. In addition, they are still young and have an easy-going temperament, so in addition to official business, it is harmless to joke.

King Huan looked at his sleeve and said with a wry smile: "Get used to it, get used to it." Seeing that Chen Huayi and Ran Haoxuan didn't speak, they teased: "I said two heroes, why are you so unhappy? Who provoked you?"

Zhao Qingyan took out an oiled paper bag from the horse's back: "Hao Xuan just has that coffin board face, don't worry about him." As for Chen Huayi, this son pinched his fingers, he must be hungry. I have a snack here, and he'll be happy to give him a bite to eat. ”

Sure enough, Chen Huayi's eyes lit up, and he grabbed the paper bag: "You're welcome!" swallowed two pieces of hemp balls in one bite.

Zhao Qingyan raised his eyebrows: "Hey, why are you so unruly? These are the ones I led the way to satisfy my hunger, you ate them all, is this appropriate?"

While eating, Chen Huayi took his eyes to glance at the big burden on his back: "The little prince can still wronged himself? Such a big bag, I'll eat some to help the hoof reduce the burden, such a long mountain road, don't be tired of it." ”

The hoof snorted and turned his head away with disdain.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then laughed in unison.

Zhao Qingyan touched the mane of the stumbling hoof: "I'm not sweating, I'm not tired, right?" The stumbling hoof rubbed his face to show agreement.

King Huan patted his treasure horse and sighed: "Really, the sweaty BMW can't outrun one of your green horses." "The mountain road is dangerous, and they are not very fast, but they have been running for several hours in a row. The reason why he stayed here was also because he wanted the guards and mounts to rest and rest, and most of the horses would not be able to hold it all the way.

One of the guards asked curiously, "Is this a green horse?"

King Huan glared at him: "Chu Zhenye, are you stupid?

Chu Zhenye said aggrievedly: "I just asked because I thought it was impossible." ”

Zhao Qingyan looked at his BMW with a smile: "What a beautiful coat color? How beautiful a light blue horse is! I have only seen a horse of this color in my life." ”

King Huan raised his forehead: "You used this horse as a mount simply because it was good-looking, but you ran into such a psychic horse." ”

Zhao Qingyan patted Ran Haoxuan's horse with his other hand: "Introduction, this is the best horse in the Qi Palace, the Jade Lion in the Night." He added, "It didn't sweat either." Uncle Thirteen's one is too old, or he didn't eat well today. ”

Even though everyone sighed at Ran Haoyan's amazing martial arts, they also knew that Ran Haoyan was Zhao Qingyan's "scholar", and in the final analysis, he was only a domestic servant. What kind of famous horse is the Jade Lion of the Night? The mount of Zhao Yun of the Three Kingdoms. Its excellence, how can it be described by a sentence of "precious"?

Zhao Qingyan bought a horse with his daughter back then, and the name of the gentleman spread far and wide, but the horse was given to Ran Haoxuan. What is the concept of the best horse in the Qi Palace? It is dozens of famous horses up and down the Qi Palace, except for the stumbling hooves that Zhao Qingyan accidentally picked up and brought home during the hunting incident, which does not belong to any precious breed, and it belongs to the most divine horse of the jade lion in the night. The palace of the king of Qi is powerful, and the servants in the palace are also treated well, but in any case, there is no reason to give such famous horses to domestic servants for use.

Ran Haoxuan's identity is not a secret in Ouchi. It is because his identity has always been humble that everyone is extremely puzzled, why does the Qi Wangfu treat him so kindly?

Even if you are puzzled, it is impossible to ask questions. The doubts turned around twice in my heart, and I was left behind by this group of rough people.

King Huan shrugged noncommittally: "After all, the peak of a horse is only ten years. At the age of sixteen, it was already eight years old when it first rode it into battle, and it was time to let it rest. ”

Zhao Qingyan touched the head of the stumbling hoof, looked at it and smiled lightly: "You can still run for about ten years, if there is no accident, you will be my only mount." The smile was light, not sad, just a casual remark.

King Huan pretended not to hear it: "How are you resting?" Drink some water, hurry up, and find an inn to rest when you go down the mountain." Speed, I'll pay for you to eat well in the evening. ”

When the guards heard the order, they didn't care about small talk, hastily poured a few mouthfuls of water, turned over their horses, and hurried away as they said.

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The number of rooms is limited, most of the guards are eight people in one room, and even King Huan and Zhao Qingyan are six people in one room.

Zhao Qingyan looked at the bunk that could only be lined up by six or seven people side by side, the mattress that was so thin to the touch that it would reach people, and the wall that was a little mildew because of the dampness, and his face was obviously not very good. He has always lived in only the upper room, and he has never been so embarrassed.

Moreover, after a day's journey, it is not easy to find an inn in such a remote place, and it is impossible to have the possibility of bathing. This group of men who are fighting and killing, and who are hurrying under the scorching sun, naturally will not have Zhao Qingyan's internal force to regulate their body temperature in winter and cool in summer, and they will not notice that the "squeamish" little prince is still standing at the door in a daze. They unceremoniously spread out the bedding, took off their boots and socks, and planned to rest. That taste...... At least for Zhao Qingyan, it was an unprecedented feeling.

To be honest, under King Huan's intentional arrangement, their room was not only the least crowded, but also the few people with the highest internal strength cultivation - at least the taste would not be so unbelievable.

But for the little prince of Qi, who was clothed in fine clothes and food, and the house was smoked with incense every day, and there was no trace of peculiar smell, he was probably faced with an extremely difficult choice.

How could King Huan not understand his thoughts when he saw that he was reluctant to come in for a long time? With a few wry smiles, he tried to persuade: "Mo'er, can you get together for a night? At least the bedding is clean, and it's not very crowded, bear with it?"

"Thirteenth Uncle...... Zhao Qingyan pondered his sentence and asked with difficulty, "You don't all live in this kind of place on errands, right?"

King Huan coughed dryly: "Generally, not." ”

Chen Huayi yawned and added: "After all, the silver distributed to us on each errand is fixed, and we are more concerned about eating than living." For example, in this room, even if it is relatively expensive, it is only seventy or eighty yuan per person, and if you are lucky, you can bring a few pancakes - you can eat as much as you want, and you can eat the kind that you can't take. As for the kind of room that the little prince generally lives in, it costs five or six taels of silver for a night, and ten taels or twenty taels for more. One tael of silver is equal to 1,200 wen, and ten taels of silver is 12,000 wen, that is, ......"

Zhao Qingyan decisively stopped him from continuing: "Stop!"

Chen Huayi persuaded bitterly: "I know that the little prince is not short of silver, but there must be a place to spend it, right?"

Zhao Qingyan raised his hand and pressed his beating eyebrows: "Actually, I'm still very willing to dig a pit and sleep, not long ago I lay on the stone steps for a night." ”

Chen Huayi continued seriously: "The little prince's grass garden is cleaned every day, and even the stone steps in front of the door will be cleaned, at most there is only some soil. The bluestone paved with the steps are all fine bluestone slabs specially brought in from outside the city, and the top layer is still made of jade. Although that kind of white jade is not expensive, it is only a large piece of thirty taels of silver used in the palace, and the step you sleep on will cost a few hundred taels. ”

"I looked at the dirt pit outside, there were insects, there was sludge, there were black things after the leaves were rotten, and there were some unclean things left behind by birds, rabbits, and all kinds of small things. As for here......"

Zhao Qingyan laughed unusually gently: "Chen Huayi, do you believe it or not, I'll throw you out now and bury you in the kind of pit you said?"

Chen Huayi was stunned for a moment, and snorted: "How can I say that I am also such a big man, it is not easy for the little prince to bury me, right?

Zhao Qingyan's smile remained unchanged, and he gently spit out two words: "Mighty." ”

Ran Haoxi, who was packing up his things, straightened up when he heard the words and looked at Chen Huayi.

Chen Huayi immediately wilted: "Don't mind! I believe it, I believe it, don't bury me." ”

Zhao Qingyan put away his smile and said indifferently: "Then shut up." "Step into the room.

Ran Haoxuan had already tidied up the bunks left for him and Zhao Qingyan on the wall, he folded his mattress vertically into two stacks, and the quilt was spread on Zhao Qingyan's mattress, and the edge just pressed the folded mattress. The position of two people was one and a half people, and he himself put together a chair to prepare for the night.

Zhao Qingyan got up and walked over, stretched out his hand and pointed to his quilt: "You took this bed to cover it, give me the burden." ”

Ran Hao was slightly stunned, he was carried to the chair and put it, took the burden of storing clothes and handed it to him, and then went to build the chair. Obviously, he was going to sleep in a chair at night.

King Huan coughed: "Mo'er, what are you doing here?"

Zhao Qingyan took out a velvet coat and a robe, didn't understand it for a while, and subconsciously asked, "What did Uncle Thirteen ask?"

King Huan glanced at the rest of the guards, spread his hands and said, "Look, we all mean the same thing." ”

Zhao Qingyan was stunned, glanced at Ran Haoyan, and nodded: "Then you can come and sleep." He reached out and put the folded mattress back on, and lay down with a tired face.

Ran Hao hesitated for a moment, and lay down next to Zhao Qingyan against the wall.

Zhao Qingyan bent down and took off his boots, supported them with his hands and moved them to a suitable position to lie down, covered his robe and big coat, curled up in it and fell asleep with his eyes closed. Even those guards who run around every day are too tired, how can he not be tired with a body like this? He fell asleep almost as soon as he lay down, where could he take care of so much?

The people in this room slept quietly, except for Chu Zhenye on the far right, who made a low snoring sound, the rest of the people only had a very shallow breathing sound. And Zhao Qingyan and Ran Haoxuan were so quiet that they could barely hear the slightest breathing. The only sound of this night was that King Huan got up and covered Zhao Qingyan with the thin quilt on his body, and then sighed slightly.

The summer is hot, and the nights are not very cool, and the body of King Huan Xiwu does not need to be covered at all. But Zhao Qingyan, who has Zhu Yankai in his body, will be cold, and that robe and big coat can't help Zhao Qingyan resist the cold of the night at all.

Zhao Qingyan may have felt the increased weight on his body, and moved slightly, but he didn't wake up, but just relaxed his curled up body a little. King Huan reached out and touched his cold cheek, looking at this childish nephew, and laughed helplessly and distressedly.

The problem of pampering is obvious, but this is the most normal reaction of a son, right? If you are used to working hard and sleeping in the open, you may become hard-working and not picky. However, King Huan didn't want Zhao Qingyan to suffer at all, let alone run around all day.

In this way, it couldn't be better.