Chapter 184: Clothes are not as good as new...

This night is destined to be a sleepless night for some people.
In the early morning of the next morning, Nan Yan got up early, serving Zhu Feng to freshen up, and just put on his clothes, Jing Wang Zhuxuan's voice came from outside the door
"emperor."
Upon hearing his voice, Nan Yan frowned subconsciously.
However, Zhu Feng calmly nodded her chin, Nan Yan hurriedly walked over and opened the door, and saw Zhu Feng had been armored, and the sergeant behind him bowed to Zhu Feng and said, "Meet the emperor."
Zhu Feng slowly walked to the door: "King Jing is going to send troops?"
"Yes, the Weichen will lead troops out of the city to fight the Vietnamese army to the death."
"..."
"I've come to tell the emperor."
Zhu Feng walked up to him, looked at him up and down, and said: "Very good, fortunately for these years, the border has been stable, and the court has not bothered to go south. This time, I will wait for your triumphant return news."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
After speaking, the group prepared to leave.
Just as Zhu Feng was about to turn around and leave, Zhu Feng suddenly stopped him: "Old Six."
He hurriedly stopped and turned around: "Brother Emperor..."
Zhu Feng walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder lightly: "Be careful yourself."
Zhu Xuan did not expect that he would say such things to himself, and for a while, he was a little bit emotional, his eyes were slightly red, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, the emperor, the minister is gone."
Zhu Feng nodded.
The group of people left the courtyard.
Nan Yan stood at the door, looking at Zhu Feng's back with a frowning brow, and she was a little confused for a while.
He was like that just now. It was completely like a friendly brother caring about his younger brother. Does he have any other ideas about King Jing's liaison with the enemy country?
But of course she didn't dare to ask such things.
When the back of King Jing and his party disappeared in front of him, Zhu Feng turned around and returned to the room. Nan Yan hurriedly followed him and whispered: "The emperor today-what are the arrangements?"
Zhu Feng was silent for a while and said, "Yanmo."
"what?"
"I, want to practice the calligraphy for a while."
"..."
Nan Yan didn't know why he was still in the mood to practice calligraphy at this time, but he immediately walked to the table, set up the four treasures of the study, and carefully studied ink for him.
Zhu Feng walked over and picked up the pen, and began to write strokes on the paved rice paper.
Although he was born in the army, his handwriting is excellent, unlike his temperament, but he looks extremely neat, as if he came out of the post.
Nan Yan stood by and watched him keep writing, writing several ancient poems and essays.
The more you write, the heavier the brushwork.
Nan Yan looked at him and frowned. After he had written several pages in a row, he suddenly stopped, and opened the piece of paper that had just been filled, facing the blank piece of paper below, and was silent for a long time. , I started writing slowly.
Nan Yan followed his strokes and read gently--
The long white rabbits walk around.
Clothes are not as good as new...


Zhu Xuan hurried all the way to the Xishan Barracks in Yongzhou. As soon as he entered the camp, he saw Tong Jie standing there with a pale face waiting for him, holding a letterhead in his hand.
Zhu Xun said: "What's the matter? The Yue country side—"
Tong Jie took a step forward, his eyes flashing with fear, and he said solemnly: "Brother-in-law, something has happened!"
Zhu Xuan frowned: "What's the big thing? Is there anything bigger than this when the 200,000 troops of the Yue country are suppressing the territory?"
Tong Jie slowly raised his hand and presented the letter in front of him.