Chapter 135:

In the mid-winter of December in the capital, heavy snow covered the ground and dyed the entire capital white.
Jiang Yunlan looked forward to it for a long time, but still didn't expect Ning Lang to return before the New Year. Suddenly disappointed, she called Chu Fei and Ning Nuan to the house together. If you can't see Ning Lang, it's good to see Ning Nuan.
"The same is true for your brother. Since they sent me the letter, your brother is also very minded, and he did not send a letter to tell me that I am safe. My father and I have been worried at home for so long, for fear that something will happen to him. It's good, he has Yang Zhen, but he doesn't even care about me and your father." Jiang Yunlan complained, and hurriedly picked her up dishes: "A Nuan, you are caring, in this capital, my mother wants to see you. Just send someone to the Prince An’s Mansion to inform you. Don’t you have a house next door? Why don’t you stay in this house next door for a few days and stay with me more."
Ning Nuan caught the bowl and spoke for Ning Lang: "How can my brother and I be the same? My brother is only going to go far now. When my brother and Miss Yang come back from the border, they will stay with my mother all day. At that time, there was only my brother in my mother's heart, and no me."
"How could it be like this." Jiang Yunlan suddenly looked disgusted: "How can he have you better?"
Ning Nuan also smiled.
On the other side, Ning Yanting also toasted with Chu Fei. He also specially dug out all the good wine buried in his home in the early years, and drank with Chu Fei in great interest.
"You still have taste, unlike Ning Lang. I give him good drinks, he pours them well, and can't taste anything. It's a violent thing!" Ning Yanting angrily said: "Not as good as Yang Zhen, at least Yang Zhen can say something. Langer forgets after drinking something, and even forgets what the taste of this wine is afterwards."
Chu Fei smiled: "If Master Ning is interested, I will bring a few jars of wine out of the palace another day, I want to be like Master Ning."
Ning Yanting's eyes lit up: "Really?"
Chu Fei nodded: "Naturally, have I ever told a lie."
Ning Yanting was immediately overjoyed, and repeatedly praised him several times, with a loud voice, causing Jiang Yunlan who was sitting next to him to look white.
After having dinner, Chu Fei was already slightly drunk, and the two of them did not return to the palace, and really took a rest in the house next door. Fortunately, there are always people in the house next door, even if I decide to live temporarily, I don't feel rushed.
After washing, Chu Fei rested early, and Ning Nuan sat at the table wearing his coat, still facing the account book carefully.
The two of them were together on weekdays. Chu Fei was a little dazed and drowsy. He reached out and fished it out. The side was empty, but nothing was fished, and Chu Fei woke up. He turned over and lay on his side, with his right hand propped on his head, his eyelids half-dangling, trying to see the person at the table from the warm yellow candlelight in the room.
Ning Nuan quickly noticed his gaze.
"Lord?"
Chu Fei responded in a low voice.
Ning Nuan kept holding his hands, looked up at him, then quickly lowered his head.
"A Nuan."
"what?"
"A Nuan."
"Lord?"
"A Nuan."
"..."
Ning Nuan moved his hands for a while, and finally looked at him.
"Master?" Ning Nuan called him again: "Are you drunk?"
Chu Fei snorted and said, "It's just a few glasses of wine, how can I get drunk?"
"..." Ning Nuan turned his head back again, and said: "If the prince feels unwell, take a rest early. When I sort out these accounts, I will stop soon. The prince does not have to worry about me."
Chu Fei frowned: "Is that account book better than this king?"
"...Lord?"
As Chu Fei said, he sat up and said, "This king is going to call Wang Quan and let him move all these books out. If you don't have these books, you can only look at this king."
"What?" Ning Nuan was taken aback.
But Chu Fei was resolute and resolute. He quickly got out of bed and walked out. He opened the door and shouted Wang Quan’s name outside. Soon, Wang Quan was rushed over, sweating profusely: "Master, what's your order?"
Chu Fei raised his hand and pointed out, "Take all those books away."
Wang Quan: "...Huh?"
He hesitated to look at their princess, Ning Nuan nodded helplessly, and Wang Quan relieved his heart, took the ledgers away, and did not forget to close the door when he left.
Chu Fei was satisfied.
Ning Nuan was helpless: "The prince is happy now?"
"Naturally." Chu Fei held his chin open. If he still had the fan he used frequently, he would have already fanned it up: "You have this king in your eyes, and you need others?"
But where is the person in the ledger?
Ning Nuan helped him back to the bed, and poured him another cup of tea. Chu Fei's eyes stopped all the way on her body, and he never moved away for a moment. When he got the water cup in his hand, he was drinking while watching Ning Nuan, until Ning Nuan lay down beside him, he was satisfied.
"A Nuan." Chu Fei was itchy: "Look, it's still early, not as good as us..."
Before he finished speaking, a knock on the door suddenly sounded outside.
"The prince, the princess." It was Wang Quan's voice. "Ms. Ning is here."
"..." Chu Fei's slightly drowsy head suddenly woke up.
Ning Nuan quickly got up and put on his coat to greet him.
Jiang Yunlan came over and took a food box in her hand. She beamedly took out supper from the food box. "A Nuan, my mother thought that you weren't asleep, so she came to you specially. Just tonight, the cook made something you like to eat, so my mother brought you a portion, come here, and eat it while it's hot."
Ning Nuan responded quickly.
After Jiang Yunlan took out the contents of the food box, she remembered: "Where is King An? Why didn't he come out?"
Ning Nuan smiled and said, "The prince is drunk."
Inside the room, Chu Fei hit his head against the bedpost, feeling very depressed.
Jiang Yunlan quickly ignored the matter and said happily: "Then you come and taste this. You have been married for so long, and have a taste of it."
Ning Nuan picked up the small bowl, took a sip, and nodded again and again: "It's still the same taste."
Jiang Yunlan was even more happy.
"Mother, what's the happy event when you came here all night?" Ning Nuan was curious: "It's so late, but you usually have to rest. Why are you so interested today that you came here to find me?"
"It was discovered by you." Jiang Yunlan said happily: "It's your brother, there is news again, your brother has done a good job again, and has risen again. Your father drank too much tonight, I am happy in my heart. I don't know who to tell, I came to you specially. Fortunately, A Nuan, you are still awake, otherwise I would be happy to sleep all night."
Ning Nuan was also pleasantly surprised: "My brother has been promoted again? But didn't he just saved General Lu a while ago and he has already been promoted?"
"That's right. The news from there said that the enemy had sneaked into the barracks in the middle of the night. In the middle of the night, everyone was asleep, but your brother was running around and was found by someone. You too. It’s not that he didn’t know where he dared to rush upwards. He ran to find Yang Zhen and let out a cry. The entire military camp woke up and just caught those few people. Your brother was the first to find out. The person who had done so was considered to be credited, and General Lu was optimistic about him, so he mentioned it again."
Jiang Yunlan is also puzzled: "You said Ning Lang is so lucky? I was worried that he can't hold hands on his shoulders, he can't resist, he can't do anything, he can't do learning, nor can he be an official. Let alone the battlefield, it would be nice to be able to keep himself. The team had not reached the border, and something went wrong with him. The result was that he met the Jiang family’s former tribe first, and then saved General Lu. Now it’s good, and he made great contributions. Is he the one who was born to eat this bowl of rice?"
Ning Nuan: "..."
Ning Nuan said, that the vast number of soldiers might be about to cry.
"My brother has done something again this time. I'm afraid it's not far from when I came back." Ning Nuan said with a smile: "When my brother comes back, I want to be able to get an official position, much better than before. Next time he will see Zhu again. Your lord, it takes a lot of time to be proud."
Jiang Yunlan also replied, "Isn't it, I don't think it can be a few days, he will send a letter back to tell us what happened tonight."
...
Border.
Ning Lang lay on the bed and hugged the pillow aggrievedly. He felt that Yang Zhen's strength suddenly increased, and he suddenly called out.
"Tap, you tap." Ning Lang howled: "Be more careful!"
Yang Zhen patted his unhappily, and suddenly Ning Lang grinned in pain and inhaled.
"Lightly, lightly, be careful of damage."
"Okay." Yang Zhen helped him pull up his trousers, put the wound medicine aside in his hand, speechlessly: "You said it's not good for you to stay in the tent well, you have to run out, what do you do?"
Ning Lang was wronged: "I want to help you too."
"You stay here, just don't mess with me." Yang Zhen's eyes floated down, his eyes touched his injury, and he felt a little funny: "Thanks to your blessing, we just caught those spies. The only bad luck is that one person was injured."
The only injury is undoubtedly Ning Lang.
Ning Lang buried his head in the pillow depressed.
Since returning to the barracks and confessing to Yang Zhen, he moved to Yang Zhen’s tent, no matter how other soldiers look at him, how complicated the eyes of the former Ministry of the Jiang family are, Ning Lang is also happy, regardless of other people. How to think.
That night, he also happened to get out of the tent to get up at night, only to see some sneaky people outside. Those people quickly found him, but he was trained by Yang Zhen to get out of the habit and immediately turned and ran into the tent. Yang Zhengang was awakened by him, and then the entire barracks woke up.
That night, he really did a great job.
If at the end when he hid in the tent, none of them ran out curiously, but when he ran out, he was frightened by the shadow of the sword and the sword, and sat on the ground, and ended up being pierced by the arrow on the ground.
After that night, the others suffered at most minor injuries, but he, the man who had done a great job, was seriously injured and unable to get out of bed.
Not knowing how it was spread outside, Yang Zhen walked out, but he could see many soldiers looking at her with admiration. Even the old department of the Jiang family had been here, and the middle-aged man who stood beside Uncle Wu and pierced Ning Lang's nose and eyes had also sneaked a handful of medicine to Ning Lang.
Ning Lang later asked the military doctor, and it turned out to be... that kind of medicine.
Function... impotence.
I don't know what the military doctor said after he left, it is even more strange to see Yang Zhen's eyes when others see him.
Ning Lang couldn't control what other people thought, except how to brag about this glorious and glorious deed with others after returning home, which made Ning Lang even think of it.