Born short-lived

"Of course," Dong Sheng turned around, "If Madam thinks the army is too noisy, she can bring Young Master Zhuo to the south with the common people, so as to preserve Zhuo's incense."

The Zhuo family has long since declined, the trees have fallen and the monkeys have scattered, and the seven aunts and eight aunts who used to be shy all day long have disappeared. This time when something happened in the northern border, Wu Lanyan was even more helpless.

Originally, relying on the people in the capital's fear of the prince, she still had some room for mediation, thinking that at least she could delay Zhuo Yiming's adulthood to inherit his father's title, and the Zhuo family would grow up again. There is no need to walk on eggshells like this.

It's a pity that the sky fails to fulfill people's wishes, and we can only sigh that the general situation is over.

Wu Lanyan didn't dare to live in the camp, and she was unwilling to go south like this, with a wrinkled face, like a deflated bitter gourd. Xixi froze there.

Wang Sheng rolled his eyes, and stood aside with his arms crossed, watching coldly, but when his eyes touched Zhuo Yiming inadvertently, he would soften unconsciously.That kid was at a loss like a stray dog ​​who broke into someone's house by mistake, and huddled there tightly, as if if he said one more harsh word to him, the golden beans in his eyes would be lost.

Dong Sheng saw that Wu Lanyan was silent, although he could understand it in his heart, he was somewhat impatient. The smirk on his face hung on for a long time, his cheeks were sore, and he added boldly: "If Madam doesn't want to stay In the camp, there is a house in the west of the city, which is very close to it, and it is also spacious, it should be able to accommodate your wife’s generals and soldiers.”

This is equivalent to Dong Sheng opening his eyes and closing his eyes to leave a way out for her, allowing her to bring his own soldiers with him.If one day she really wanted to run away, there would be no time for him in the camp after the war started, and she didn't live in the camp anyway, so she could leave at any time.

Wu Lanyan secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and the expression on her face relaxed a little. She tucked her fingers in her sleeves and rubbed them back and forth a few times, and she was almost ready in her mind.

The old lady's face was full of survivors, and she patted her chest exaggeratedly, as if someone else was really going to do something to her: "Hey, okay, thank you Your Highness... If it wasn't for His Highness's concern, we would be so happy." Orphans and widows really don’t know what to do.”

Dong Sheng helped her up with a smile, and said a few polite words with ease. The stone in his heart was about to be removed, but he was frightened by the crisp "Your Highness" and lifted it up again.

Zhuo Yiming didn't know why his face was flushed, he hesitated a few times whether to continue kneeling or stand up with his mother, his little knee dangled and trembled twice, and then he knelt down again as if he was facing an enemy.

This little ancestor still kneels upright, his eyes are determined, and he has a bit of a demeanor of hell who will go to hell if I don't go to hell.

Dong Sheng let out a sigh of relief.

Well, the old ones are over, and the young ones will continue.

Wang Sheng frowned slightly, and approached quietly.

Wu Lanyan was still so happy that her energy hadn't passed, she let her son make a hole in her heart again, she was surprised and said "Oh" for the rest of her life, and hurriedly dragged this unlucky son who seemed to be about to do something wrong: "What... what are you doing? This is... hurry up!"

Zhuo Yiming was as stubborn as if he was about to stick to the ground, one arm had been straightened by his mother, and the tip of his knee was still sticking to the ground, anxiously speaking incoherently: "Mother—mother..., not... Your Highness! "

Dong Sheng's brain hurt for a while: "Say."

With Dong Sheng's approval, Wu Lanyan had no choice but to let him go, the little guy immediately knelt straight again, his sleeves were wrinkled into a pickle, and his collar was crooked, he said bravely, "Your Highness! I want to go out with the army!"

Good boy, one sentence slapped two people in the face.

Although Dong Sheng really wanted to cultivate him, such words could not be said at such a time.Everything should be done step by step, the two have just negotiated, at least let them stay nearby for a while, and when the time is right, Dong Sheng will bring him by his side.

Dong Sheng's brows twitched, he looked up to the sky and sighed, and silently turned his face away with an expression of rotten wood.

Wu Lanyan's face turned from white to green. If she hadn't been in front of the prince, she would have wished to slap this ignorant brat to death--after all, she was able to move forward and retreat freely, so how can she cheat herself?

Fearing that Dong Sheng would repent, she impatiently pointed at Zhuo Yiming's nose and said, "Don't be rude! Why do you interrupt your elders, and why do you cause trouble when your Highness fights?!"

Dong Sheng couldn't embarrass her, no matter how unreasonable Wu Lanyan was, she was the head of the Zhuo family right now.But it's still a bit unbearable to let the child go back and cry under the quilt like this.

Seeing that a boy's heart was about to be broken, Dong Sheng came up with a tried and tested trick.

He slowly squatted in front of Zhuo Yiming with an unfathomable face, patted him on the shoulder solemnly, and said in a tone of entrusting his family and country with great responsibility: "The battlefield is not a trifling matter, wait until you get the military register I have thoroughly read all the military books on the book, so I will take you to accompany you as a commander."

Dong Sheng’s strategy of slowing down the army is to harm others while benefiting himself. There are eighty military books included in the military book. The books are as thick as bricks, and memorizing these military books is a matter of life and death. There will be someone who knows better than Dong Sheng who lives under the guidance of Zeng Fenglei.

However, Zhuo Yiming was ignorant, staring straight at Dong Sheng with burning eyes, and nodded excitedly as if he had been greatly favored.

Wang Sheng looked at Zhuo Yiming with more sympathy.

Really... pitifully stupid.

It took a lot of effort to settle Zhuo's family. Dong Sheng didn't have the energy to spend the whole day with them, and after giving all the instructions, he took the past life back.

Originally, Dong Sheng was prepared to hear him complain about Zhuo Yiming all the way, but for the first time in his life, he didn't mention a word.

Dong Sheng was feeling puzzled, so he deliberately tried to say: "Hey, I can't deal with children, and when I bring him to the camp, I really don't know who to teach him."

He didn't even look at him in the past life, and continued calmly: "Isn't it all taught by me before?"

"..." Dong Sheng glanced at him in surprise.

This is really... the sun has risen in the west.

The past life knew what was going on in his mind, and he didn't bother to explain it. After returning to the camp, he went straight into his tent, and after a while, he came out with a wooden box in his arms and handed it to him.

"I just received it, and I haven't had time to give it to you. It was issued from Donghai five days ago." Zhisheng raised his chin and pointed to the wooden box in Dongsheng's hand, "I don't know about your affairs, but how much do you have with him?" It's been a long time, what a big deal? As for it? Do you still want to stay away from each other forever?"

Dong Sheng opened his mouth to speak but stopped, and then couldn't help laughing.

Yes, what a big deal, isn't it just a sincere love for the whole world?

He didn't want to have a fight with Zhou Zirong, but he didn't want to waste that person's energy.

But he had to admit that he was really frightened at first. He originally wanted to treat Zhou Zirong as his brother for the rest of his life, but he didn't expect the other party to have such intentions.

Zhou Zirong gave him a lot of things. For more than ten years, he also regarded it as a bond between brothers. How could he know that Zhou Zirong would suddenly give him such a precious thing one day, and said softly, "Wish to be with you!" One life, one life, one life after another", it actually made Dong Sheng, the golden-branched and jade-leafed prince, feel sincere and fearful all day long.

You lightly touch me, but the land falls apart.

For more than ten years, Dong Sheng didn't know how long and how deep that love had been hidden, but it was probably the most precious thing he had ever seen in his life, so precious that the mountains and rivers in his eyes were overshadowed, so precious to him I'm not sure whether my broken life can bear it, or whether I will be reckless.

Xiangsheng finished what he had to say, and didn't want to interfere too much, so he casually said, "You can see for yourself." Then he patted his back and hurried away without looking back.

Dong Sheng looked down at the box in his hand with a complicated expression, a wry smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, his thumb groped the gap between the box cover and the box body intentionally or unintentionally, and muttered to himself: "You are really unforgiving..."

He took the box back to the handsome tent and put it on the desk where he usually handles military affairs. When he opened it, he found a small box inside and a letter under it.

Curiously, Dong Sheng picked up the small wooden box and opened it, only to see a string of snow-white giant clams laying quietly inside, and there were no beads beside the Buddha's head, which looked very simple.

But as soon as Dong Sheng's finger touched a bead, he felt a cool air go straight into his fingertips.

——Even when Dong Sheng was idle in the East China Sea all day long, he rarely saw such high-quality goods. Most of them were made of giant clams salvaged from the deep sea.

Summer in the north is extremely dry and hot, and Dong Sheng is prone to getting angry. When I was young, I often used this thing to reduce the fire when I had nosebleeds, but I seldom used it when I grew up. Now it seems that there is something unspeakable. cordial.

Dong Sheng's gaze softened a lot unconsciously.

The beginning of the letter was mostly daily instructions, asking him to pay attention to his health, eat well, and not to be impulsive when things happen, but his words became more and more bold, his tone became more and more ambiguous, and he even talked about everything in detail. Confessed some unspeakable personal matters.

What are "hot weather makes you sick, so you need to take good care of your obscene clothes.", "In the military camp, take a bath to prevent unruly people from peeping.", "Before going to bed, burn incense to soothe the nerves. If you think the smell is bad, you can add some musk." ... At the end, I added the sentence "thinking about thinking" with ulterior motives.

But at the end, the style of painting suddenly changed, and he began to talk seriously about the portrait of the gray pigeon.

It is most common to use gray pigeons to detect the enemy's situation, but some extremely experienced archers can use gray pigeons to aim, and the range and accuracy are more than five times that of ordinary archers.

Now there are gray pigeons in the north, but there are no suitable archers.

Zhou Zirong said that if Dongsheng is willing, half of the archery team under Donghai Luochi can be dispatched.

Dong Sheng narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue sincerely.

I haven't seen him for a few months, but he has learned a lot. In order for him to write a reply in person, he actually wrote down the private letter and official business on a piece of paper.

In the past, the official documents and private letters sent by Zhou Zirong were separated. Dong Sheng never replied to the private letters.

This is great now, Dong Sheng has to go back if he does, or he has to go back if he doesn't, otherwise he can't ignore it, let alone let the previous content be read.

However, what Zhou Zirong said about Gray Pigeon was not unreasonable, and even inadvertently reminded Dong Sheng of something.

Dong Sheng's gaze stayed on the sand table not far in front of him, and the blackness in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

The Sha'an camp and the formation of spirit ghosts are not indestructible.

Dong Sheng wrapped the beads round and round around his hands without saying a word, and when he finished wrapping the fourth round, he gently pulled his fingers along, staring at the front of the Sha'an defense line without blinking. In the southeast corner, there was a slight smile on his lips.

"It's really helpful..." he whispered to himself while rubbing the giant clam on his wrist.

[The author has something to say: You lightly touch me, but the land falls apart. 】