Chapter 41: Little black

The military camp at night was very quiet, and the patrolling soldiers would not say a word more, so the voices of the three generals in the middle of the account were noisy and noisy. All three of them had played with the Huns with him, and they were used to the unrestrained days in the desert. Now they don’t know how to converge in the suburbs of Beijing. They have to pick up and pack them. Jing Hao shook his head and slowly walked toward the distance.
Nowadays, the attack on the southwestern sealland is three years ahead of the previous one, and his advantage is very obvious. The original General Jingdong, who was always opposed to him, was sent to reinforce the great emperor. The father did not send other people to rule, so he could do a lot. It’s just a matter of time, I don’t know where to start.
"咴~" The little black who was chewing the fodder in the horse shed saw his own owner, and he said hello to his head.
Jing Hao came back to God, and unwittingly went to the horse shed. He simply stood in front of the black food trough and licked the head that melted into the surroundings.
Xiaohe dissatisfiedly licked his head and moved to the side to continue to graze.
It was already bad enough to be thrown out of the camp by Wang Hao. How can he even abandon him? Jing slammed the black ear: "Don't eat, the king has no place to sleep, you still have the mood to eat!"
Little black looked up, chewing on the blades of grass in his mouth, while looking at his master with a pair of dark eyes. Because Black is the love of the prince, the horse will prepare fresh grass for him every day, which is not a star or a half better than other horses that eat hay.
For the behavior of Jing Hao from time to time to lick his ears, Xiao Hei has long been used to it, and continues to chew on it.
Jing Hao and Xiao Hei looked at each other for a long while, but they really couldn’t help but have a pair of horse eyes and had to give up. Grabbing the column sideways and sitting on the wooden fence, a grass was licking in the mouth, the grass stems were slightly bitter, and only the white places were a little sweet, and I didn’t know how Xiaohe would eat so much.
"Little black, wait for this beating, I will find you a wife," Jing Yan looked up at the bright moon in the sky, the moon in the suburbs seems to be extraordinarily cold, the past life has never been so happy to appreciate the moon, each Everyday I thought about the formation, training, martial arts, and taking the position. It’s still too tired to live until the age of thirty. It’s really not worth it. The grass in the handle is fed to Xiaohei.
You said you want a stallion or a mare. ?"
"咴~" Xiaohe looked at the lonely grass in his master's hand, sprayed his hot air and turned to sleep in the shed.
Jing Hao, who was completely disliked by the mount, had to leave the horse shed and crept back to the royal account. The man on the bed lay sideways, with one hand on the quilt, and the sleep was excellent, as if he had changed his movements when he left.
Jing Hao quietly took off his coat and opened it and was drilled into it.
Mu Hanzhang moved, Xu was used to Jing Hao, and was not woken up.
Jing Hao hooked his lips, carefully placed his outer arm into the quilt, and slowly passed his arm, trying to hold the person into his arms.
"Well..." The man in the arms gave a scorn, scared Jingjing, and paused for a moment. When he saw that he didn't wake up, he assured him to be horned, and then satisfactorily buried his face in the neck of his own king. Wo, took a deep breath of Junqing's faint fragrance, scorned the sly, beautiful eyes closed.
Jing Hao is in good health. It has always been a bed, so I didn’t see the lips in my arms.
The next morning, Mu Hanzhang woke up early because he slept for a long time. The sun shines on the white tent, and the pattern on the top is clearly visible. For a moment, I remember that I am no longer in the palace, but in the military camp. The people around him still slept soundly, satisfied with a small snoring, hot air sprayed on the neck, blowing a few hair strands falling there, some itching.
Mu Hanzhang moved, turned to face Jingjing, watching his sleep. Originally thought to be separated for months or even years, it is not difficult to say that it is deceptive, and even has made plans. If he does not return for a few years, he will go to the battlefield to do business. I did not expect this guy to be good.
Extending a slender finger and clicking on the nose of Ying Jingying, Mu Hanzhang couldn’t help but bend his eyes. For the bad little means of Jing Hao, he was not angry at all, but this is a problem. Can't get used to it.
Jing Yan felt itchy on his nose, opened his eyes in confusion, and saw a finger that was as bright as jade, then he bit his mouth and licked it on the rounded fingertips.
Mu Hanzhang retracted his hand and quietly looked at Jing Hao completely open his eyes.
"Hey, Junqing, you are awake." Jing Hao chose to forget that he should go to sleep with a stinky and hard general, and then kissed him on the soft lips of his own king. "It is still early." I am going to train and wait for the morning exercise to come back to accompany you for breakfast."
Jingjing waited for the middle-aged interrogation, then jumped up to wear clothes, put on a white-colored dress, and washed his face and ran out.
Mu Hanzhang slowly sat up and looked at the scenery that escaped, and could not help but laugh.
I couldn’t sleep, and Mu Hanzhang got up and put on clothes. The exquisite wooden box was placed in the king’s account. It was unloaded from the carriage yesterday. Most of it was placed in his clothes and used things. It looks like Jing Hao is really ready.
"The son wakes up." Yunsong came in to send tea, see Mu Hanzhang dressed neatly, busy to wash his face and rinse his mouth. He could not reveal the identity of Wang Hao. He was not a military man who could not be called a military commander. He called the son.
"You also follow the expedition?" Mu Hanzhang took over the cloth towel that Yunsong handed over, and said that Wang Fuxiao, such as Yunsong, could not take it with him.
"Small is only half a month to stay in the camp to the prince and the son to run errands, to return to the palace after the army is opened." Yunsong smiled and said, "Yunzhu was noisy yesterday to follow, Wang did not let him come."
"You are familiar with this military camp?" Mu Hanzhang slightly decapitated, took a sip of tea and took a sip.
"This military camp is the guardian army of the prince. The small is a few times." Yunsong replied honestly.
Mu Hanzhang heard the words, slightly frowning, raising his hand to open the curtain, the morning scent of the earth scented, making people feel refreshed: "So, you accompany me in the camp."
At this time, almost all the soldiers went to the school to practice. Only some of the soldiers in the martial arts camp were working, the fire in the iron basin was extinguished, and they were braving the blue smoke.
It is known from Yunsongkou that there are more than 5,000 people in this military camp. They are all soldiers and horses directly belonging to Jingjing. They are not here on weekdays, but in Jixian, which is hundreds of miles away. This part of the people was the elite who cultivated the scene when they played the Xiongnu. They returned from the northwest and unloaded the military power. The emperor specially gave the 5,000 people and the large plots of Jixian to the king.
Speaking of Jixian, Mu Hanzhang thinks that Jing Hao wants to exchange the hundred acres of good land with him for the wasteland. He said that the Zhuangzi is really good, very fertile, and there are soldiers. In helping to cultivate, it turned out to be the barracks of Jingyu.
"Wang Erge, how is this porridge getting thinner?" The two small soldiers carried a large wooden barrel and placed it on the open space between the four camps.
"Is there still a hoe? There is a soup to drink." The man known as Wang Erge moved a large basket of hoes to the side of the barrel.
Mu Hanzhang walked curiously and looked at it. The three eyes looked at him strangely and exchanged a look. They were spread in the military camp last night. Wang Ye brought a very good looking military division. With the same account, it goes without saying that this is definitely the case.
"The military division is so early." Wang Er saw Wang Ye's close-fitting squatting, not easy to pretend to be invisible, then Zhang mouth greeted.
Mu Hanzhang nodded slightly, Wen Sheng asked: "Is it the same for daily breakfast? Why don't you see vegetables?" He is now just a military sergeant, who is a so-called military division, is only a counselor. There are no official positions, so you can't make a fuss about these soldiers.
"Hey, you can eat enough, and what the soldiers are paying attention to." The two soldiers behind Wang Erchao made a look. "I have to wait for the meal, and the military division will turn around."
The bucket soldier wants to say something, but in the face of a clean and tidy military division, it seems a little embarrassing. He wiped the two hands on the big apron on his body, and the smoke ran away with Wang Er.
"Wang Erge, you said that this military commander looks so good, is it really like what they said, it is the prince of the prince..."
"Oh... don't talk nonsense during the day." Wang Er busy slammed the mouth of the soldier.
When Mu Hanzhang returned to the royal account, Jing Hao had already taken a shower and was sitting at the dinner table waiting for him. Wang Ye’s breakfast is not much richer than ordinary soldiers, just a plate of fried vegetables and a dish of peanuts.
Seeing that Mu Hanzhang was slightly embarrassed, Jing Yu realized that Jun Qing might not be used to this. Some sighed and said: "The days in the military camp are bitter. If you don't like eating, I will let the chef of the palace follow..."
"It is what you should do with the food of the soldiers," Mu Hanzhang sat at the dinner table and took up the rice bowl. "I am just surprised that the Ministry of Housing did not give you money at all this time. How is this military camp still so bitter?"
"Silver?" Jing Hao bit his mouth. "There are so many people in the army, how much money is not enough."
I am afraid that when he eats, he will bite his tongue, and Mu Hanzhang licks his lips, no longer saying more, but he is thinking about the accounts of this army in these two days. The soldiers did not eat well, but if someone was greedy with the army, then when the army opened the department to send people to manage the accounts, it would be troublesome if something went wrong.
"Wang Ye! Wang Ye, not good!" A small soldier suddenly ran to the account and shouted, "The little black horse seems to be sick!"
The author has something to say: Today, Kawen, to check the information, even more late, I am really sorry everyone, in order to catch a little red flower, no time to thank the King of the ticket, thank you tomorrow ~ ╭ (╯ 3╰) ╮