i am afraid

It was still cold in early spring, and the disciples rushed to the capital one after another. Except for the businessmen who traveled all over the country, no one chose to go out at this time. Even if they rushed fast, they still had to stay. Businessmen passing by.

Jiang Xuanying pretended to be anything, put on a mediocre face, and became a shrewd businessman. Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment, and took Jiang Xuanying's mask.

"Leaving the capital, no one will recognize me at all..." He whispered, not wanting to wear this sticky layer.

Jiang Xuanying smiled: "Whether anyone knows His Majesty or not, His Majesty should cover his face. If he happens to meet someone, wouldn't he be accused of abducting the emperor?"

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes and put the mask on his face awkwardly. The corners of Jiang Xuanying's mouth curled up, "I'll do it."

He took the mask from Jiang Yan's hand, smoothed the corners that were wrinkled by him, moved closer, starting from the center of the brows, and glued the thin mask to Jiang Yan's face little by little. Naturally, he was reluctant to part with the little emperor. Wearing the same mediocre face as he did, he carefully selected a handsome young face. Although handsome, it was not eye-catching, and it looked just right.

If only his little emperor had such an appearance and less gossip, it would be fine.

Putting on the mask and trying to ignore the little emperor's slightly red earlobes, Jiang Xuanying took two steps back and looked at it carefully, but there was still an indescribable sense of disobedience.

"What's the matter, but there's a problem?" Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows uncomfortably from this gaze.

After putting on the mask, he realized that it was not as airtight as he had imagined. He seemed to be using his own face, and there was no obstacle in making expressions. This should have been done well.

Jiang Xuanying came to his senses, and said with a smile: "I said why I always feel weird, Your Majesty has changed a bit."

A year ago, Jiang Yan could fully support this role. He is innocent, noble and ignorant, but now Jiang Yan has developed a habit of showing emotions and anger, and his expression is so light that people can't tell the depth , It seems that every emperor has such an expression, which looks more majestic, but it is actually useless.

Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "What's the matter? What happened?"

"It's okay, I just feel that His Majesty has grown up." Jiang Xuanying was extremely gentle, but Gu Xi's tone matched with his face, just made Jiang Yan's skin crawl.

Jiang Yan didn't go back to the palace, he and Zhou Ping'an told the truth about the matter, and Axia was already sitting in the chariot on the return journey, he learned Jiang Yan's learning perfectly, and if he didn't meet someone who was familiar with Jiang Yan, Can't pierce him.

Without further ado, as soon as the chariot left, Jiang Yan and Jiang Xuanying embarked on the journey to the south of the Yangtze River, followed by Zhou Pingan who looked fierce from time to time.

Zhou Ping'an was no longer worried about his brother. As soon as Zhou Zhiqing arrived at the front line, King Chen sent him a message. In fact, it was because he made too much noise. The city gate official's family had some influence and arranged for Zhou Zhiqing. Someone sent him here on a special trip, but it didn't count well, and the money was too much, and several people made a total calculation, threw Zhou Zhiqing on the way, and ran away with the money.

Zhou Zhiqing knew his way. He ran from the Xiongnu camp all the way back to the Mobei camp with the food reserves on his back, and he didn't detour a long way during the process. That's why Jiang Ling didn't treat him as a fool at first.

Zhou Zhiqing, who hunted on his own, drank the blood of his prey, ate snow, and lost a lot of weight, finally rushed back to the Mobei camp. Just in time for the surprise attack by the Huns, Zhou Zhiqing grinned and smiled.

He thought for a while, took a long detour, climbed up the mountain to observe the terrain, and decisively aimed at the largest and most gorgeous camp among the enemy troops, which is usually the place with the most food. Bright yellow and white.

Then when the two armies were fighting, especially when the Huns had taken advantage of the surprise attack and had been gaining the upper hand, this scene appeared: a tall man covered in dust and blood on his face, grinning and charging Entering the crowd, he held a strangely shaped weapon in his hand, with a peeled fox sticking out of the pointed end, and blood and flesh flew all over the way.

Almost as long as you get close to this man, you will be torn apart by the weapon in his hand. Even if more than a dozen people went up to besiege, this man only showed a troubled expression, just like a group of rabbits surrounded a A hunter is like not letting him catch wolves.

Zhou Zhiqing carried the fox-catching fork behind his back, picked up a Hun, kicked the long knife in his hand, and tore him from shoulder to heel.Blood splashed on the faces of the Huns who surrounded them. They were completely stunned, held their weapons, and began to think about philosophy.

Who am I, where am I, what am I doing.

Almost everyone who saw Zhou Zhiqing would have this thought in their minds. Fighting a war is not so easy, because people kill people. Unless the gap reaches a certain level, it is impossible to achieve one against ten. In fact, The bravest soldiers here, without assistance, may not be able to kill a person in a day, but Zhou Zhiqing is not a human being, he is like a god of war who appeared out of thin air, and the moment he appeared, he decided the battle.

He walked all the way to a dead body, his whole body was soaked in blood, and his aura reached a peak. No one wanted to step forward to tear him apart. Opened a fluffy silk handkerchief, or a piece of paper.

The Huns who made a surprise attack just watched him walk into the tent temporarily prepared for the little prince who came to supervise the battle. A hundred or so warriors guarding the prince were killed by him, and the rest of them hugged their heads. Kneeling down on the ground like a quail, he yelled that the gods had punished him.

Zhou Zhiqing couldn't understand the Huns' language, he only knew to kill all the people, and everything in it was his, and he continued to walk towards those scattered warriors, Zhou Zhiqing's hands were hot blood, dripping on the On the ground, a Hun warrior who was close was frightened and vomited a mouthful of yellow-yellow-green bile from his throat, and he lost his breath.

The leader of the Xiongnu warriors was even more terrified. He even remembered these obvious words without a teacher, and then he shouted jerkyly: "Fuck, kill me! Xiao Wang Zhizai clay noodles!"

Zhou Zhiqing paused, then raised his eyebrows: "Things, mine."

Under the tremendous pressure they faced, the Xiongnu warriors actually understood!He hurriedly shouted loudly: "Master is muddy! Dou is muddy!"

He kicked his confidant, who was still in a daze, and asked him to bring the little prince over. He would rather die on the battlefield than be torn apart so terribly, and die in pain.Just now he saw a person whose body was torn in half, and he didn't even dare to howl, his upper body was desperately crawling on the ground, wanting to stay away from this killing god till the end of his life.

The little prince was stunned. He never thought that he would encounter such a tragedy even if he came here to make military achievements. The third brother had planned things for him. He only had to issue orders step by step. When encountering difficulties, he would ask the staff around him. If it is impossible, there are two hundred warriors guarding him, and he can still run, but the third brother didn't tell him what to do in such a situation!

Zhou Zhiqing looked at the little Xiongnu prince who was picked up like a chick by a few trembling warriors with disgust. He thought that maybe he didn't express himself clearly enough, so he repeated: "Everything is mine. "

"It's muddy! Dou is muddy! Xiao Wangzhi is also muddy!" The warrior leader replied tremblingly.

Zhou Zhiqing was not happy. He felt that he had been bought and sold by force. He picked up the little prince with one hand and turned around. He was a skinny child with big eyes and red skin like a monkey. Lightly, he held the monkey in his hand and continued, "It's mine."

The leader of the warriors understood Zhou Zhiqing's meaning in an instant. He tremblingly asked the warriors who were also trembling to carry out all the gold and silver utensils and documents in the camp. There were two big boxes for Zhou Zhiqing to choose by himself.

One box is half the height of a person, and it is full of heavy objects. According to his thinking, it is impossible for one person to move all these things away. He is still thinking that Sha Shen asked him and his brothers to help move the car , Did he agree, or did he agree?

Zhou Zhiqing didn't even look at him, put the paralyzed little prince on the upper box, picked up the two boxes and left, all the way out of the Huns' camp, it wasn't that no one was sneaking up from behind, but he seemed like A pair of eyes were born on the back, and he turned around nimbly, and kicked the attacker in the heart, and he died.

The little prince sitting on the box was taken out of his camp with a dull expression on his face. He couldn't believe that he was taken away just like that, without even seeing any resistance.

The person who attacked from behind was selectively ignored by the little prince.

Zhou Zhiqing returned to the Mobei Camp with his booty and a red-skinned monkey that was bought and sold by force.

The only ones who could calm down were the godbrothers in Zhou Zhiqing's row. Even Jiang Ling was taken aback. Zhou Zhiqing's row was severely short of people and had never been in the top ranks. He had never seen Zhou Zhiqing on the battlefield before, but this time the Huns attacked unexpectedly, he led the troops to fight, so he saw Zhou Zhiqing from the beginning to the end.

Zhou Zhiqing couldn't tell that he was stupid, he could easily be seen as a normal person, but every time he was regarded as a normal person, he would make people laugh at his stupidity, Zhou Zhiqing on the battlefield seemed to be a different person. Alone, he was as strong as a cheetah and as ferocious as a tiger. Even if Jiang Ling knew that the real cheetahs and tigers were only for supper in front of Zhou Zhiqing.

This man was born for the battlefield.