"Presumably the prince has already guessed, so he must have made a decision in his heart......"

Zhao Ming didn't urge His Royal Highness the Five Kings, just said a word softly and continued to half-squint his eyes, as if he was in a trance. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhao Zhen had a lot of thoughts in his heart at the moment, and he could hear the meaning of Zhao Ming's words no matter how stupid he was, but he couldn't accept such a bold idea for a while, although there was a voice that kept reminding him that this might be his only chance......

However, he couldn't make up his mind for a while, he was not Zhao Ming, and every decision he made was destined to the life and death of the 200,000 soldiers under him, so he couldn't make such a choice so easily.......

Time passed quickly, and the full moon in the sky gradually turned west, and Zhao Ling had already leaned on the back of his chair and began to snor, but Zhao Zhen was still at a loss.

"Hey......." Zhao Ming opened his eyes, looked at Zhao Zhen, who already had some dark circles under his eyes, and shook his head.

"Now there is still more than a month away from Xiangyang, His Royal Highness the Five Kings still has time to think about it, don't do this, when His Royal Highness the Five Kings has the top, come and tell the little monk......." After speaking, Zhao Ming closed his eyes again.

Hearing Zhao Ming's words, and then looking at the sky outside, Zhao Zhen also sighed, didn't say much, signaled to Zhao Ming, got up and left the carport and got out of the carriage, as for Zhao Ling, who was already unconscious, he didn't even look at it......

Zhao Ming waited for Zhao Zhen to leave, slowly opened his eyes, and after a while, he sighed and closed his eyes again, as for Zhao Ling, who was sleeping next to him, he didn't even bother to look at it.......

The sky soon turned white, and after a while, the red glow was everywhere, and the whole barracks began to show life......

"Hmm.... Yes....... Fifth Brother?Fifth ......" Zhao Ling, who had just woken up, opened his eyes and was immediately illuminated by the dazzling early sun outside, and the drowsiness disappeared in an instant, and he immediately remembered why they came to Zhao Ming this time, and hurriedly looked for Zhao Zhen's figure, but before he finished shouting, he saw Zhao Ming's eyes full of coldness.......

"Hehe.... Hehe......" Zhao Ling touched his head embarrassedly, and didn't shout again, at this time he also reacted, his fifth brother should have left, probably when he was asleep......

Zhao Ming was originally meditating, this is the homework he is doing every day, not cultivation, but relying on time to polish his internal strength, so that his foundation is more solid and his cultivation is more smooth.....

But Zhao Ling's voice directly woke him up from meditation, this is not the first time, last night it was also this guy's voice that woke him up, Zhao Ming really had the idea of dismantling this guy, if he wasn't wearing a hat of the eighth prince on his head.......

"I said, Your Royal Highness the Eighth King, you slept with the little monk all night, should you also go back......" After a while, Zhao Ming looked at Zhao Ling and said.

"Hehe, well, it's time to go back, my neck hurts a little from sleeping this night, huh....... I'll have to sleep well when I go back......." As he spoke, Zhao Ling touched his neck, shook it, and slowly got out of the carriage and walked towards his tent......

Zhao Ming looked at the direction Zhao Ling left and couldn't help but shake his head.....

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The next period of time is still the same as before, the only difference is that the number of deserters every day has increased dramatically, and more than a dozen can be caught every day, which is still caught, and gradually some people have successfully escaped, which also makes those who have a fluke mentality in their hearts more eager to move.......

"I really don't know what the fifth brother thinks......"

At this moment, in Zhao Ming's carriage, Zhao Ling muttered while picking up a pastry and putting it in his mouth, although they were marching, as the prince, they followed the private chef at any time, and these pastries were continuous every day, and Zhao Ling came to visit Zhao Ming several times a day, which also made Zhao Ming have a supply of pastries every day.......

Hearing Zhao Ling's complaint, Zhao Ming just smiled and didn't say anything, this is not the first time Zhao Ling has complained in front of him, since the last night talk, every time this guy comes to him, he has to complain a few words, and he is used to this......

"Master, are you right, will there be a riot?" Zhao Ling asked as if he had bitten a pastry, and suddenly stopped.

When Zhao Ming heard this guy's question, he smiled at him and said, "It's better to be sparse than blocked, presumably His Royal Highness the Eighth King should understand this truth......

Hearing Zhao Ming's explanation, Zhao Ling couldn't help but nodded, they had taught Da Shun the method of controlling water since the next teacher, it is better to block it than to be sparse, now that I think about it, it is indeed the case, those grievances have been blocked in the hearts of the soldiers, sooner or later it will explode, and this time has become tighter and tighter......

"Hey....... Why can't the fifth brother think clearly......." Zhao Ling couldn't help but shake his head when he thought of this......

Hearing Zhao Ling's self-talk, the corners of Zhao Ming's mouth couldn't help but show a smile.

"Maybe it's not that he hasn't thought it through, but he doesn't know whether he should change it......"

Zhao Ming's words made Zhao Ling look stunned, and turned his head to look at Zhao Ming with a puzzled face......

Zhao Ming smiled at him, didn't explain any more, slowly closed his eyes and continued to meditate......

Zhao Ling saw that Zhao Ming didn't explain much, and he didn't ask again, but he didn't know what to think about ....... person there.

.......

In the golden tent, a majestic figure sat in it, looked at the few people who were bowed below, and snorted coldly: "The two deserters can't be caught, are you all eating dry rice...........?

The several generals in armor standing below look at me one by one, and finally a slightly older one walked out, bowed his head and arched his hand: "Your Highness the Five Kings, it's not that I don't do my best, it's just that there are too many deserters, and ....... You mixed our soldiers with those recruits, and I waited.... I'll wait ......" Speaking of this, the old general did not say any more.