Vol 2 Chapter 913: Injured

The starry sky in the northwest is beautiful.
After a hard day, Yang Ji and Chen Zhuangshi were finally able to sit down and eat a warm meal.
In early winter, both of them had already put on cotton jackets.
The night breeze poured in from the window and took away the heat in the house.
Yang Ji got up and closed the window. Then go back to the table.
Chen Zhuangshi ate quickly, in twos and threes, and had already settled a bowl of rice.
"The cook's craft is getting better and better."
Yang Ji was silent.
"Brother Yang has an idea?" Chen Zhuangshi asked.
Yang Ji put down the bowls and chopsticks, "Brother Chen thought about leading soldiers to fight, instead of hiding behind."
Chen Zhuangshi took out a toothpick and picked his teeth. "I want to lead soldiers to fight, but do we have that qualification?"
"As long as the general governor speaks, you and I can lead soldiers."
"Civil officials lead troops, can the generals be happy?"
Yang Ji looked outside, "What if the general is not happy?"
Chen Zhuangshi looked at Yang Ji with a weird expression, "Brother Yang, what excitement?"
Yang Ji shook his head, "I am not stimulated, but the opportunity is right in front of me. How can I not seize it. Brother Chen should know that his Majesty let His Royal Highness King Qin lead the war as a stopgap measure, and the purpose is to divide the Northwest Army. Military merit, to suppress Luhou."
Chen Zhuangshi nodded, this was obvious. Anyone with a brain can understand.
Yang Ji continued: "But it is impossible for His Highness King Qin to stay in the northwest forever. After His Highness King Qin returns to Beijing, who else can suppress Luhou? The battle will never be over, and the Metropolitan Government needs a true commander. This person is obviously not His Royal Highness King Qin."
Chen Zhuangshi pinched his chin and pondered, and he understood what Yang Ji meant.
"Brother Yang meant that you and I have to fight for it?"
"It's mainly Brother Chen fighting, and I will return to the capital sooner or later."
"Me?" Chen Zhuangshi pointed at himself, unable to believe it, "You let me be a general to suppress Luhou? How am I, how can I have such a skill. With so many honorable generals, no one is better than me. More qualified."
"Brother Chen looks down on himself?"
Chen Zhuangshi waved his hand, "Brother Yang is going to use the radical method. I think your idea is too arrogant."
"Xiliang can go, why don't you dare to lead the army in battle?"
"I dare to lead the battle, and I'm not afraid to go to the battlefield to kill me. But let me be a general in command, there is no expectation in less than ten years."
"Then it will take ten years to build Brother Chen's glory. I am willing to help Brother Chen."
puff!
Chen Zhuangshi was dumbfounded, "Are you here for real?"
Yang Ji has a serious face, "Do you think I am joking?"
Chen Zhuang was really puzzled, "Brother Yang, can you tell me more specifically? Your thoughts are jumping too hard, and my mind is a mess."
"Brother Chen is only a scholar of fame." Yang Ji said blankly.
Chen Zhuangshi rolled his eyes first, "Brother Yang doesn't need to emphasize my fame as a scholar."
Yang Ji did not take it seriously, and continued: "Brother Chen has great talents and ambitions. However, because you are only a talented scholar, you will not be able to enter the court as a civil official throughout your life. In this life, you will most likely end up in the northwest. , Until he died, he would not be promoted to a fourth-grade civil official."
Great victories in the first half of the year, rewards on merit. Chen Zhuangshi successfully rose from the sixth rank.
And Yang Ji became an official from the fifth grade.
This is the difference between fame and no fame.
Chen Zhuangshi bared his teeth and looked very distressed.
Yang Ji started too ruthlessly, tearing it up, and dismissing the decorating the reality as all of it.
Even if you die, you won’t be able to reach the fourth rank. Who would like it? Who is willing?
"Then what do you say to me?"
"Brother Chen wants to go out and get into the picture, so he can only find another way."
Chen Zhuangshi raised his eyebrows, "Leading soldiers in battle?"
"Yes! Fighting with your life can make a way out of a dead end. I just don't know if Brother Chen has the guts."
Chen Zhuangshi wiped his face, "Let's not discuss the issue of courage. I also have a question in my heart. Please tell me the truth from Brother Yang."
"Brother Chen, please speak."
Chen Zhuangshi looked around and confirmed that no one was eavesdropping.
He pointed to the east, towards the capital, "From Brother Yang, who can sit in that position?"
Then he lowered his voice, "Is it possible for His Royal Highness King Qin?"
Yang Ji was silent for a moment, "His Royal Highness King Qin has the greatest chance. It's just this kind of thing, and no one dares to draw conclusions until the end. No one knows whether there will be an accident in the middle."
Chen Zhuangshi directly ignored the second half of Yang Ji’s words,
If His Royal Highness Qin is on the Dabao, you and I are both Princess Qin’s people, and there should be more opportunities than others. Maybe I can also show up in the house. Become a member of the court."
Yang Ji shook his head and said, "Even if His Royal Highness King Qin becomes a queen, and Princess Qin becomes a queen, in the first three to five years, she still has to stick to the rules and cannot make drastic changes. As for Xiucai's fame as a court official, doing so is equivalent to breaking hundreds of years. The traditions here will arouse opposition from the entire Shilin and civil officials. Even Princess Qin dare not take risks easily."
Chen Zhuangshi bared his teeth again, "According to Brother Yang, I want to enter the court as a scholar in my life, so I should have no chance."
"It's just a civilian officer, the chance is very small. If it is to lead the war, plus the status of a talent, the chance is at least doubled."
Chen Zhuangshi gritted his teeth and patted his thigh, "It's done!"
Yang Ji laughed rarely, "I will help Brother Chen."
"Brother Yang, as a flower hunter, if you are willing to lead the battle, your chances are even greater."
"I will go to the battlefield with Brother Chen, but the main credit is yours."
"Don't don't don't, brothers clearly settle the accounts. What belongs to you is yours, and I will earn my share."
"Brother Chen is ambitious."
"Is it ambition to compare with you? Did you know that you put a lot of pressure on people."
Yang Ji shook his head and smiled, "I'm just doing my duty."
"Just doing your duty has already put such a lot of pressure on people. If you work together, will there be someone else's way to survive?"
The two ridiculed each other, as close as always.
The next day, the two went to the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion and sought a chance to fight.
Lord Li readily agreed.
From now on, Chen Zhuangshi and Yang Ji left their clerical jobs and led troops in armor.
From the beginning, he could only take five hundred soldiers for a small fight, and gradually grew up, with one thousand, two thousand, three thousand...
Powerful people seem to be powerful no matter what they do.
You can kill the enemy when you mount a horse, and you can compose poems when you dismount it, which is about people like Yang Ji.
The cold wind pierced the bones, the blood nourished the earth, and the corpses were discarded at will...
The long border line is full of flames.
Before the cold winter came, Bei Rong and Xi Liang had to plunder a wave to prepare for the winter.
The Northwest Army, the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion, and the roadside troops, the pressure doubled.
Beirong Xiliang's reckless play made everyone out of breath.
Liu Zhao, who had been attacking in the wild, had old injuries and new injuries on his body.
"The arrow is poisonous."
"Take the detoxification pill."
"The person who ambushed today clearly came for the prince."
Liu Zhao swallowed the Detoxification Pill. In the winter, he was shirtless and asked the military doctor to scrape the flesh to heal his wounds. The pain made him grinning, but he never chewed.
Qian Fu writes and draws on the map and draws a conclusion.
"The last three or four ambushes, from the perspective of the old slave, are all directed at the prince. The other party wants to kill the prince and destroy Da Zhou's morale."
The military doctor has finished scraping the carrion and is applying medicine.
Gu Jiu personally prepared the first-class wound medicine. After touching the wound, it was cool and cool. Liu Zhao let out a comfortable moan.
He gritted his teeth and said: "The news of the king's injury must be kept secret, and it cannot be transmitted to the capital, lest the princess is worried. Xiliang Beirong wants to take this king's life, is this weird? This king's life is worth money, killed This king can greatly depress the morale of Zhou. If this king is in Xiliang and Beirong, he will do the same."
"But these few times are different. The other party is clearly prepared, and there are masters among them. They don't look like Beirong Xiliang people, but they look like Dazhou people. The old slave begs His Royal Highness to return to the customs for the time being, and wait to find out the situation. Plan again."
"Please retreat the prince to the customs. How can a daughter of a daughter be easily risked."
The subordinates and soldiers knelt down one after another and asked Liu Zhao to retreat inside the gate.
If Liu Zhao has three longs and two shorts, one of the people present will count as one, and all will have to be buried.
Liu Zhao scowled and scolded, "What are you doing? Do you want to force the palace to rebel?"
"The subordinate dare not. The subordinate is just worried about the safety of the prince."
Qian Fu directly threatened, "If the prince refuses to return to the customs, the old slave will risk his death to write to the princess."
"Son of a bitch!"
Liu Zhao kicked over the weapon rack, but he couldn't scare his subordinates.
"Please retreat to the customs. It will not be too late until next spring."
Liu Zhao was furious, but he also knew that he had been injured several times, which had scared the people around him. Afraid in case...
Liu Zhao took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. "The king will listen to you once, call on his troops, and prepare to retreat to the gate."
"Yes!"
Qianfu is not idle.
After being buried for many years, the sleeping spies were awakened to inquire into Beirong Xiliang's internal situation. The point is to find out who is the one who ambushed His Royal Highness Qin.
What's the identity of the master in the mix?
In the depths of the grassland, the Han servant Cao Sanmei walked into the big tent with a tray.
She bent down and lowered her head, not daring to take a random glance.
Even if there was a strange Han in the big account, she didn't let her take another look.
After drinking, she consciously withdrew from the big account. Go to other camps and clean up the bedding.
"what are you doing?"
Uncle Chen stood at the door of the camp, staring at Cao Sanmei warily. If something is wrong, you have to pick up the knife and kill Cao Sanmei in front of you.
Cao Sanmei looked panicked, and hurriedly knelt down, "The slaves and maids were ordered to clean up the camps of the nobles."
"You don't need to clean up here. You will not be allowed to come in without permission. Otherwise..."
Cao Sanmei quit in a hurry.
Uncle Chen went into the camp and checked the cage and desk. Make sure that your luggage has not been touched before you feel relieved.
Cao Sanmei returned to the kitchen.
The kitchen lady is also Han, shouting at her.
"Xiaolang's hoof, where is it going again. Don't hurry to clean the cups and dishes."
Cao Sanmei was too weak to refute.
The kitchen lady called her head and face.
When I was tired, the kitchen lady had a note in her hand.
"Don't hurry up, what are you doing?"
Cao Sanmei hurried away.
The kitchen lady stuck her waist, and the note in her hand disappeared in a blink of an eye.