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The adjutant found that the general is in a particularly good mood recently.

That day, full of guilt, he sent Li Xiaoyang to the commander-in-chief with his own hands, and resentfully guarded the gate of the yard, in case anyone who was not good-looking came to disturb his "elegant interest".

However, I thought it would take until tomorrow morning, but after waiting for a while, the handsome man came out refreshed, smiling lasciviously against the damaged corner of his mouth and the bright red slap marks on half of his face.

The adjutant was stunned for a while at Li's unrecognizable vigor from the outside, and then he couldn't help but feel sympathetic to the commander-in-chief.

So fast—the commander-in-chief looked mighty and majestic, who would have thought... How do you say this, a silver-like wax gun head?

Alas, the good cabbage is so humiliated, it's quite sad to think about it.

However, at that time, he waited and waited but did not see Mr. Li coming out. It was only later that he found out that he actually left earlier than the commander in chief.

Adjutant: "???" I didn't see anything. Can everyone, Li, still use invisibility? !

Shen You indeed knows the invisibility technique, but now he is trapped in He Mingyu's body and cannot perform it - there is a small back door in that small courtyard, but Mr. Adjutant was negligent and didn't notice it.

The little prince has never suffered such a big loss since he grew up - in fact, it is not too much to say, but things did not develop in the way he imagined, and the always proud little prince couldn't stand it.

Not to mention, that bastard still...

When He Mingyu thought of the kiss that was pulled into his arms and deepened, his hair exploded all over, and with a wave of his hand, he shattered the Ru porcelain in the room to the ground.

"Gu-qing-!"

He San'er stood guard outside the door and listened to the sound of ping-pong-pong inside, and he was really relieved—at any rate, when the master came back, he saw that the person's expression was wrong, and asked the servant to replace all the precious antiques in the room as quickly as possible. On the counterfeit, otherwise the loss may be big this time.

Alas, otherwise, the little prince will calm down at that time, among other things, he will feel distressed for the decorations sent by the princesses and empresses.

He Mingyu vented, calmed down a little, threw the whip and turned on the bed.

He has to think about it—to be honest, he doesn't seem to have any advantage in front of Gu Qing. Needless to say, the tens of thousands of elm heads of the Southern Army were no match for him in the commercial war before, but now Gu Qing started to play cards not according to the rules of the game, and he suddenly became very passive.

He has a fairly clear view of the current situation in the world. It is not a day or two since the old dynasty festered. Not that old, blind-eyed Long Live.

... What's more, Wei Ruo will no longer have a Long Live Lord.

He Mingyu is different from other clan children. He has been doing business all year round, and he never resists accepting new things from outside. Not to mention, there are many blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigners in the shops of Jingcheng Rui, who came from abroad. Come, some highly educated gentlemen were rescued from the sea by caravans, and some were hooked up by stewards when they were developing business routes abroad. In short, they are all people who have some understanding of today's world.

So He Mingyu clearly realized that the dynasty's life was not long.

At such a time, his identity as the little prince is just a decoration—it is not as precious as the fakes he smashed just now, and without the support of his identity and power, his Rui name will certainly not be able to develop as unscrupulously as before. .

This incident is the most straightforward example, even if he has a lot of money, even if he can use commercial means to make Gu Qing miserable, but when it comes to head-to-head confrontation, they are not on the same order of magnitude at all.

The palace wants not to become a piece of fat divided by the mob in the coming troubled times, the only thing it can do is to find a reliable towering tree and let itself cling to it as a vine.

Think about it calmly... the Southern Army is his best choice.

Shen You lay on the bed without even taking off her boots, staring at the bed curtain with her legs crossed, thinking about something.

"Military strength is the most important thing," Gan Song sighed, "Although I don't know the specific situation, the original He Mingyu must have been attached to a warlord, otherwise his huge wealth would be too coveted in troubled times, and he himself has no A strong enough identity and strength won’t last long.”

Shen You nodded: "That's right... When I first came here, I compared the warlords of all sizes in this world—in fact, it doesn't matter if you are weaker now, as long as you have He Mingyu's dedicated assistance, you are smart enough, it's not difficult Rise up in a short period of time and occupy a place in the world."

"Then do you have a choice?"

Shen You sighed: "Originally there was...it was very suitable, but unfortunately, according to the current situation, it is indeed too difficult for He Mingyu to join him without breaking the human design."

Gan Song suddenly realized: "It's Gu Qing? That's right... The Southern Army itself is very strong, its troops are powerful, and its commander is also very clear-headed, but it is a little weaker in terms of economy. A wise choice."

"It's a pity that it's different now," Shen You said with a headache, "He Mingyu is very arrogant, and Gu Qing has formed such a big relationship with him. If there is no reasonable reason, no one will believe that he can willingly defect to the Southern Army's command Yes—then the two of you will be wary of each other every day and be restrained everywhere, so why not find a grass-roots team and lead them yourself."

With great melancholy he threw off his boots and pulled the quilt over his head.

In fact, Gu Qing is a worthy person, suitable in every aspect...

It would have been better if his personality wasn't so ruffian...or rather, it would have been better if he didn't like to flirt with He Mingyu so much.

Regardless of the mentality of both sides, the matter of road construction in the south was immediately put on the agenda.

This matter cannot be delayed for both Gu Qing and He Mingyu. Gu Qing needs to quickly open up the situation. No matter whether it is developing the economy now or marching and fighting in the future, it is inseparable from convenient transportation conditions, and He Mingyu also urgently needs such a sharp weapon. Accumulate wealth - the old dynasty will collapse at some point, and he needs to make his bargaining chips as heavy as possible before that.

Then sell it for a good price.

Therefore, they had to put aside their personal grievances for the time being, and devote all their energy to discussing and negotiating.

The two people's positions on this matter are roughly the same, it's just a question of who can take advantage of it. In this regard, Gu Dashuai, who has long regarded the young prince as his pocket, has always been extremely generous-of course, Even if he didn't want to be generous, he was definitely not He Mingyu's opponent in business—so soon everyone was happy, things went smoothly, and He Mingyu consciously pulled back a round.

Half a month has passed in a blink of an eye, the negotiation has gradually come to an end, and the relationship between the two has improved slightly.

Gu Qing is undoubtedly not an annoying person, although the first impression is not very good, but after this period of unremitting efforts and obvious money offensive, now He Mingyu's dislike for him is not as serious as it started.

On the outskirts of the city, Shangmingxuan.

Cheng Jia flicked the tea leaves floating in the cup with the lid of the cup, and sighed deeply as he looked at He Mingyu, who was not in shape at all.

——The little prince was leaning on the imperial concubine's couch, humming a tune at random, he was wearing a snow-white robe today, and the cuffs were embroidered with auspicious clouds with gold thread. .

Cheng Jia secretly slandered Marshal Gu's good concentration, and continued what he said just now: "Then what do you think of him now, can you trust him?"

"I don't know," He Mingyu snorted irresponsibly, and rolled weakly on the couch, "I'm exhausted these days, and I haven't listened to Yueyun's singing for a long time, so I really think too hard."

Cheng Jia flicked his forehead with hatred, but the other party avoided her as if he had eyes on the top of his head, and gave her a sly smile.

"How many times have I told you to prepare early...the world is so uneven now, maybe one day..."

"Okay, okay, I know," He Mingyu rolled his eyes, "It took so much effort to sign the money, my good sister, just let me sleep for a while."

As he spoke, he yawned, the end of his gorgeous eyes were reddish, and tears were seeping out.

Li Chengjia watched him curl himself up on the couch like a cat, and lost all temper: "Okay, okay, you sleep on your... Hey wait, drink this soup first, it nourishes qi and blood. "

He Mingyu was vague: "What blood did I replenish..."

"If you tell you to drink, you can drink it," Cheng Jia said angrily, "Ordinary people can't drink it if they want it. I took the trouble to ask for it for you. Is this your attitude?"

He Mingyu lazily opened one eye and looked at her: "You begged for me?" He sat up suddenly, and asked curiously, "You are a princess who is so precious, why do you still beg for a drink of soup?"

Cheng Jia's face suddenly flushed a little, and it looked very nice against her gentle eyebrows.

"Hey, I understand—I understand," He Mingyu deliberately prolonged his voice, and narrowly said, "I understand, they must have specially made it for you alone, so how can you give it to a rough person like me? ?”

There was a sour air in his words unconsciously—although he had already thought about it, but after all, the little prince liked the second princess for so long, and suddenly his sweetheart wanted to run away with a poor imperial doctor, It was inevitable that he was upset.

But of course he hoped that Cheng Jia would be happy. Now that he has made a choice, he must live happily ever after on this choice.

Li Chengjia bit his lip and smiled, then handed him the bowl: "Okay, okay, I've never been able to say no to you."

"Okay, the time out of the palace is not short, and I should go back. You can rest here, why don't you go back to the house later—" She looked at the sky with a little hesitation, "I heard that during the day Rui The prince is not in a good mood, so don't go back and hit him with a gun."

The corners of He Mingyu's mouth curled up mockingly, but he didn't say anything, just changed his expression for a moment and tilted his head to smile at her: "Come back, the palace gate is locked later, it's hard for you to explain."

Cheng Jia thought for a while, then nodded and got up to leave: "I'm leaving now... You should stay here tonight, after all, it's the outskirts of the city, and I'm afraid even the city gate will be locked if it's late, and you have to call someone Open."

"Why are you so worried?" He Mingyu waved her impatiently, "I'll rest here for a night, right? Really, I'm getting more and more mother-in-law, so it can be seen that Doctor Wen is really not suitable for you, so be careful Nian has become a nagging yellow-faced woman."

Cheng Jia rolled her eyes in disgust and left, and decided not to tell him these words of concern for him were specifically told by Wen Xiu.

...It's strange to say that that person seemed so cold and indifferent that he didn't care about anything, but he was willing to make a special medicinal meal for this kid, and he was quite concerned about his itinerary.

She shook her head and drove these thoughts out of her mind—probably because she mentioned it too much. Wen Xiu looked calm, but she was actually very gentle. She treated this little bastard like her dearest brother. Then it is normal for him to be more concerned.

Upstairs, Shen You heard the sound of cars and horses creaking and leaving below, and stretched her body in relaxation.

Really... This He Mingyu likes the concave shape, which tests the flexibility of the body too much, and makes him exhausted every time.

He took a sip of the exquisite porcelain bowl on the table, and was a little surprised: "This medicinal meal is really good. Even if Imperial Doctor Wen will live among the people in the future, he can make a living as a cook if he doesn't become a doctor."

Gan Song laughed out loud, but did not respond to his words.

The bowl was not big, and Shen You swallowed the tonic in three or two gulps, and lay down comfortably on the couch, but she always felt that something was wrong.

It was getting dark, and when Cheng Jia left just now, the window was not closed properly, and a breeze came in through the crack of the window, and the candle on the table made a soft sound and went out suddenly.

"...Gan Song," Shen You blinked, and asked slowly, "I remember... According to the world information you gave me at the beginning, the hero of this world should be rescued by Li Chengjia after he escaped from the palace. A genius doctor of the rivers and lakes, right?"

"..."

"People from the rivers and lakes, why would they work in the Tai Hospital?"

There was a sudden pain in his stomach as if being stirred by a sharp knife.