Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

At the foot of an unnamed hill, there were many people watching, densely packed, some people who came to join in the fun, and some military personnel who came to inquire about the news.

In the center of the official road, eight hundred green bamboo battalions lined up with light cavalry and horses.

Half of them are women, all wearing red armor and red horses, and the other half are all men wearing black armor and black horses.

At this time, a black armored cavalryman was kneeling on one knee, blushing, gritted his teeth and reported:

"Miss, that group of Qiang people refused to hand over Dong Fei's body!"

"The leading Qiang people also said that before they find out the truth, they will let Dong Fei's body be exposed to the wind, sun and rain in the wilderness!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone glared at the Qiang troops stationed on the hill.

"No reason!"

"Since the establishment of Qingzhuying, there has never been a corpse of Paoze left behind!"

"This group of Qiang people is simply defiant!"

"Miss, give your order, we can kill this group of Qiang people in one charge, and avenge General Dong Fei!"

"Yes, give the order!"

……

Today's Jiang Qingzhu is dressed in red armor, and under his crotch is a bloody horse worth thousands of gold.

She gently stroked the mane of the blood-sweaty BMW, with a deep expression on her face, without saying a word.

"Shut up!"

On the side, Meng Qian, the only surviving first-grade innate master in the Qingzhu Camp, gave everyone a cold look, stopped the restlessness of her subordinates, and scolded:

"The cavalry charged up the mountain? Are you courting death?"

"What's more, in addition to the Qiang cavalry on the mountain, there are thousands of infantry sent by the prince. Do you know the consequences of disobeying the prince?"

"Hmph, I won't stop you if you want to die, but I hope to wait for one more month to die in the Winter Hunting Competition and win the position of the eldest son for Miss!"

"What's the point of dying here one by one? Don't you think Jiang Qingjian's chances of winning are not high enough!"

As soon as this remark came out, the soldiers stopped talking immediately.

"Miss……"

After stopping her subordinates, Meng Qian looked at Jiang Qingzhu again and asked:

"What are we going to do now? Do we need to send someone to negotiate with the Qiang people?"

"still……"

"Let Dong Fei's body be stored here first?"

Jiang Qingzhu glanced at the top of the hill, without any emotion on his face.

Frankly speaking, her appearance is not outstanding, she can only be regarded as above-average, but the iron-blooded temperament honed in the army for many years has attracted many men.

Just like her biological mother, Xue Shi, the third wife of the palace.

There is a pair of armor hanging in Xue's room.

Others only regarded her as the daughter entrusted by a soldier who died in battle to the care of the King of the North.

But few people know that Xue Shi was actually a deputy general of the King of the North, and he followed him from the time when the King of the North fell into the grass as a bandit on the mountain, until he conquered Youzhou and became the three states of the North The king, Xue retired due to injury, and later got his wish and married into the palace.

What is even less known is that Xue's original martial arts practice reached the second rank of innate.

It's just that when she was in the army, she liked to wear a mask so as not to show her true appearance to others, and she didn't have much sense of existence after marrying into the palace, and she always lived in a simple way.

Jiang Qingzhu clearly remembered that when she was eight years old, her mother pointed to the armor in the room and admonished herself:

"Qingzhu, you want to help your father defend the three northern states!"

……

"General Dong Fei's body must be brought back,"

After a long silence, Jiang Qingzhu finally spoke:

"But it doesn't have to be taken from the Qiang people."

"Isn't there reliable news that this Qiang army is prepared by the father for the fourth brother to use in the winter hunting competition?"

"Let's go and talk to him."

After hearing this, Lieutenant General Meng Qian couldn't help but nodded, feeling relieved at Jiang Qingzhu's calmness.

She turned to the watching people and asked loudly:

"Does anyone know where the Fourth Young Master went? Did he sleep in Ziyan Courtyard again today?"

The crowd was talking.

Not long after, a bald middle-aged wealthy businessman raised his hand and replied:

"Well, when I walked out from the general's drunkenness a stick of incense ago, I seemed to see the Fourth Young Master leading two maidservants up to the third floor..."

Chapter 47 The Idiot Goes to the Brothel

The words of the rich businessman surprised everyone.

The third floor where the general is drunk is not just a place for drinking and listening to music...

With the background of that idiot who has been ill for more than ten years, can he stand the toss of that group of cannibal goblins with superb skills?

"Pooh!"

Meng Qian spat and scolded:

"Sure enough, he's an idiot!"

"Hundreds of people were killed or injured when his subordinates were attacked, but he didn't care about it. He just wanted to climb into the belly of a woman. It's unreasonable! He's not afraid of tossing himself to death!"

Jiang Qingzhu frowned slightly.

She practiced martial arts and joined the army since she was a child, and she has no contact with this fourth younger brother on weekdays. She only heard people say that he has been suffering from illnesses and sleeps eight or nine hours a day.

As for femininity...

There are some gossips outside about Jiang Qingyu's golden house, but there has only been one maid in Ziyan Courtyard for more than ten years, and there was another little girl just a few months ago. From this point of view, he should not be a hungry ghost .

"Let's go to see the general drunk."

Jiang Qingzhu whispered to Meng Qian, then raised a hand, and gave an order to Babai Qingqi:

"Stay where you are and wait for my return."

"Those who act without authorization will be dealt with by military law!"

After she finished speaking, she turned her mount and galloped towards the royal city.

"This……"

"Two women going to a brothel? What's this called!"

"I, I'm still a big girl with yellow flowers!"

Meng Qian hurriedly rode her horse to keep up while complaining.

Boo, boo, boo...

On the official road, eight horseshoes rolled up a pile of dust.

Behind the two, eight hundred Qingqi shouted in unison:

"promise!"

……

The sweaty BMW under Jiang Qingzhu's seat was flying in four hooves, as fast as a bolt of lightning. Meng Qian lashed her mount dozens of lashes before she could barely keep up.

"Miss, are we really going to the brothel to meet that idiot?"

"I've heard Dong Fei say before his death that a woman will get pregnant if she goes to such a filthy place!"

A thousand reluctances were written on Meng Qian's face.

But Jiang Qingzhu ignored her persuasion, and instead calmly mentioned another matter:

"Sister Aqian, have you written down the names of the brothers who were clamoring to go up the mountain to slaughter the Qiang people just now?"

As soon as these words came out, Meng Qian's expression changed immediately:

"Miss, you suspect..."

Jiang Qingzhu nodded, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes:

"Among the 800 people, some are traitors, probably bought by Jiang Jing's mother and son long ago!"

"even……"

"Dong Fei is likely to be one of them."

Meng Qian is not a fool. Hearing what Jiang Qingzhu said, she also found doubts in some details:

"Miss, I actually had this suspicion when I learned that Dong Fei died a hundred miles away from Wangcheng. It's just that Miss Gu Ji and Dong Fei have always had a very good relationship, so I refrained from saying it."

"Yesterday, all the people in Qingzhuying were resting in the city. There was an order from the military department. We will head north again in a few days. According to Dong Fei's past habits, we must take a group of brothers to the general to find flowers and ask willows."

"But last night he appeared uncharacteristically a hundred miles away from the king's city, and pretended to be a bandit and clashed with the Qiang people. He did something that was not good for the young lady or the fourth son, but only for the second son..."

Meng Qian didn't say much next, but Jiang Qingzhu knew that this female deputy general had already concluded in her heart that Dong Fei was a spy planted by Jiang Jing's mother and son in the Qingzhu camp.

"Dong Fei..."

Jiang Qingzhu gently stroked the mane of the bloody horse sitting under him, and whispered:

"When I joined the army when I was a teenager, it was Uncle Dong who took care of me all the time. He taught me how to survive on the chaotic battlefield, how to exchange the least cost for the greatest victory, and also taught me how to form troops and train myself. Recruits..."

"For so many years in the army, he has carried twelve fatal injuries for me, and saved me from life to death countless times!"

"Even, this hard-earned horse under my seat was also given to me by him on my birthday."

"I never suspected that Uncle Dong would betray me."

"Never."

Jiang Qingzhu's expression was extremely cold, there was no expression on his face, he just gritted his teeth, as if he was suppressing the anger in his heart.

With one hand she held the horse's reins, and with the other she tightly grabbed the bloody horse's mane.

Suddenly, there was only a painful long hiss from the horse:

"咴-"

The sweaty BMW stopped and galloped forward, its front hooves raised high, almost throwing Jiang Qingzhu off the horse's back!

Meng Qian was so frightened that she quickly tightened the reins and looked around with concern.

But it turned out that it was Jiang Qingzhu who couldn't suppress his emotions anymore and tore off the sweaty BMW's mane!

"咴-"

The horse was in so much pain that it began to jump up and down, while galloping aimlessly.

On the horseback was a woman in red armor, with an indifferent expression, and slowly pulled out a knife from her waist.

……

On Wangcheng East Street, the general is drunk.

Today Jiang Qingyu, the fourth son of the North Prince's Mansion, walked out of the Ziyan Courtyard for the first time, and entered a brothel for the first time.

The drunken bustard of the general attached great importance to this, and immediately left a few frequent customers aside, first quietly smeared rouge and gouache on his face, and then came up to introduce the girls in the building to Jiang Qingyu.

"Fourth son, the first and second floors are all vulgar and vulgar fans, and they can't get on the stage. The girls on the third and fourth floors are the best. Everyone has unique skills. I've come here, so I don't want to leave!"

"Why don't you, Aunt Yang, arrange a few meetings for you?"

The old bustard's name is Yang Hua, and when she was young, she was also a famous prostitute who made countless men throw gold and silver.

Even though he is over forty now, he still has a charming charm, especially the well-maintained plump figure is more coveted than some [-]-year-old, skinny girls on the third and fourth floors.

But it is a pity that she stopped receiving customers as early as 12 years ago, and she is very repulsed by physical contact with men.