The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

In the Southwestern Garrison Camp.

General Jiang's tent didn't look special, nor was it decorated lavishly just because of his status.

As for why she knew it was General Jiang’s tent, it was because Lu Zhaoling looked at the tent a few more times, and the soldier next to her shouted at her angrily.

"What are you looking at? I'm telling you, don't think our general is merciful and go to him to beg for mercy."

Lu Zhaoling and Zhou Shiyue looked at each other and realized that it was General Jiang's tent.

In an open space not far away, soldiers were gathered in groups of three or five, shouting.

There were also some soldiers who looked like they were training, but even Lu Zhaoling could tell that they were more like playing around, or simply competing to pass the time.

Because they also heard people booing and saying things like they lost money.

It’s lively, very lively.

In fact, it's quite joyful, like a market.

At the other end, there was a row of houses with their doors closed, apparently guarded by soldiers.

It was obviously much quieter over there, completely different from the shouting and laughter over here.

"Where did these people come from?"

Some soldiers saw Zhou Shiyue, Lu Zhaoling and others, and surrounded them in twos and threes.

Most people look at it with curiosity and novelty.

But there were also a few people who looked at them back and forth with uncomfortable eyes.

Even Zhou Shiyue felt this gaze, not just Lu Zhaoling who was a woman.

Lu Zhaoling reached out and held his arm.

She suddenly felt that Zhou Shiyue's temper was about to get out of control.

I'm not a good-tempered person to begin with, how can I bear this?

But now that he had beaten someone first, he could let the other party talk. After all, they had not yet seen clearly what was going on in the entire military camp.

Qing Feng and his companions sent the things back and went to call the guards that the emperor had assigned to Zhou Shiyue.

This will take some time.

Now they only have six guards with them. If they enter the military camp and start a fight, they will probably suffer losses.

The most important thing is that Lu Zhaoling is very willing to give his soldiers a chance.

Be polite before fighting.

"You can tell from the looks of this person that he is of a noble status, right?" Lieutenant General Han sneered, his tone mocking.

The prince of the Marquisate of Qian State, it is said that his status in Qian State is almost catching up with that of the prince.

Because the marquis had always been as close as a brother to the Emperor of Qian Kingdom, the prince was also raised by the Emperor, and the Empress and his mother were also related, so the prince was truly doted on all his life.

It seems that his status is somewhat similar to that of the King of Jin in their Great Zhou Dynasty.

No, the Prince of Jin probably can't compare to him now? After all, the emperor who doted on the Prince of Jin the most is gone.

The emperor has his own son now. It is impossible for him to pamper his adult brother like he did before, right?

The Queen is not in charge, and the Crown Prince's position is still uncertain. He probably needs to please those who can help him. As for the Prince of Jin... Without the favor of the Emperor, what help can he bring to the Crown Prince?

This is also the reason why they were not too nervous even though they learned that Prince Jin might come to the southwest.

“It looks quite expensive.”

The older veterans nearby all laughed when they heard this, and someone even said with a smile, "Not only is she noble, but she's also very delicate and tender."

The guards next to them looked at these old soldiers and ruffians, and they were jealous of them.

Although sometimes people in the military camp may speak freely and freely, the words these people said, coupled with their expressions and tones, clearly showed that they were truly malicious.

What kind of personality does the prince have?

But I won't forget about it anytime soon.

"Alright, alright, get out of the way."

Lieutenant General Han scolded them a few words and they dispersed, but after walking a few steps, they turned back to look at Zhou Shiyue and Lu Zhaoling.

Lu Zhaoling held Zhou Shiyue's arm tightly, for fear that he would suddenly attack.

When Vice General Han saw this, he pouted his cheek and said sarcastically, "I say, there's no need to be so entangled, right? Let go! This is a military camp, this will have a bad impact!"

He stared at Lu Zhaoling holding Zhou Shiyue's hand.

"You have a lot of control."

Zhou Shiyue's voice was deep.

"What do you think this place is? Don't always put on your noble demeanor in front of me."

Deputy General Han reached out to take off his mask.

"Also, take this thing off..."

"hiss!"

His hand was grabbed by Zhou Shiyue and twisted, causing him to gasp in pain.

The soldiers nearby all drew their swords and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Be quiet! Let go!"

Zhou Shiyue pushed the man away and shook off his hand.

Deputy General Han stood up straight, twisted his wrist, and found that it was not broken. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It really hurt when Zhou Shiyue twisted his arm like that just now. It hurt so much that he thought his arm was going to break for a moment.

Fortunately, everything is fine.

Come to think of it, how could he dare to stab the hand of the deputy general of the Great Zhou in the Great Zhou military camp?

He can only pretend to be powerful in front of women.

"Okay, you have guts." Deputy General Han ordered his men to push them into a room.

This room contains some sundries and an octagonal table.

After Deputy General Han came in, he sat down by himself. A soldier came forward to pour him tea, then went to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone and placed them on the table.

This doesn't seem to be the first time he has done this, otherwise how could he be so skilled? He didn't even need to be told a word.

The door was closed and other soldiers were guarding outside.

Deputy General Han was obviously much more relaxed here.

He looked at Zhou Shiyue and his tone became casual.

"Tell me, do you want to go back safely?"

"Who's willing to stay here?" Lu Zhaoling responded. She didn't even dare to expect Zhou Shiyue to answer.

"So you want to come back? That's good."

Deputy General Han tapped his fingers on the paper lightly. "But this is a military camp. You can't just come and go as you please. Since you are here, you have to leave something behind, right?"

Lu Zhaoling didn't understand what he wanted to do for a moment.

If they want money, why do you need a pen and paper? Just ask them to pay.

"What are we going to leave behind?" she asked.

"We have been hit by severe snowstorms recently," said Deputy General Han. "The imperial court doesn't care about the lives of our garrison troops, so we can only rely on ourselves."

"What are you talking about?" Zhou Shiyue interrupted him coldly.

The imperial court didn't care about life or death? What about the military rations?

"Watch your mouth," Deputy General Han said coldly, "In short, you brought so many people into our southwestern border town without prior notification. You have ulterior motives! To express your apology and to make your position clear, you should write a letter and an IOU now and ask your family to send silver and supplies over!"

"So this paper and pen is for writing letters to us?" Lu Zhaoling suddenly realized.

She now realized that Deputy General Han seemed to have mistaken their identities.