Make the hero cool

According to his observations of the day, the little emperor looked innocent and abnormal, with emotions all displayed on his face, and he spoke straightforwardly, not at all afraid that he might harm him secretly.

It would be a bit far-fetched to say who sent him as an undercover spy, after all, no one would hire such a stupid-looking guy to do such a difficult job.

So who is this person?Or is it that his current innocence and kindness are all staged?

Has this person ever made a disguise before coming here?If he hadn't done it, how could he explain that he was exactly the same as the little emperor before?

If this is the case, then this person's disguise technique can be said to be at its peak.

Xuan Jin had deep doubts in his heart, and kept staring at Liu Fengyou all the time.

The latter was so stared at by him that he couldn't care less about being sleepy, so he sat up straight in a jerk, and looked at Xuan Jin very cautiously.

Seeing that he got up and didn't know what happened, Xuan Jin was suddenly blessed: "In a few days, the army will be launched. Your Majesty will prepare for it."

Seeing that it wasn't a big deal, Liu Fengyou went along with it, and then saw that the palace had arrived, so he quickly ordered someone to stop the car, and fled away in despair.

Xuan Jin looked at the still embarrassed red figure, and felt inexplicably happy. If the little emperor wasn't some kind of undercover agent, maybe it wouldn't hurt to keep him.

The days passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was time for the army to set off.

Liu Fengyou got up earlier today than usual, he was so excited that he didn't fall asleep all night like a primary school student going on a spring outing.

Fushun came in to wait for him to change his clothes as usual, but he stopped him with his words unexpectedly.

"When you leave the city, you and I change clothes."

Liu Fengyou looked at Fushun with a smile, his attitude was extremely kind.

Fushun had never heard of any young eunuch who could wear the emperor's clothes. He was terrified, knelt on the ground with a "plop", and said "dare not".

After Liu Fengyou once again lamented that "feudal ethics cannibalize people", he explained to him in a good voice: "This imperial conquest is not a child's play. I have a special status, and I am afraid that it is rare to get popular support, so I came up with this trick."

The idea of ​​swapping identities with Fushun was something he came up with when he was tossing and turning at night.

The little emperor's reputation among the people is very bad, and the publicity of this imperial conquest started a month ago, which will inevitably lead to assassination by civil organizations.

What's more, Liu Fengyou intends to go among the people during this trip, if he dresses up rich and powerful, it will only make people feel disgusted and awed, but it is easier to understand the people's sentiments by pretending to be a little eunuch.

Although Fushun was still a little unhappy, he couldn't resist Liu Fengyou's coercion and temptation, so he had to agree to his rude request aggrieved.

Liu Fengyou was very satisfied to put on the armor. He looked at himself in the mirror, and was a little emotional for a while, but he quickly recovered: "Let's go."

Fushun agreed, tried his best to calm down his mood, and followed Liu Fengyou out as usual.

Because the deployment of the army is of great importance, and Liu Fengyou and Xuan Jin will both go into battle in person, the sending off team is extremely large, and almost all the civil and military personnel of the dynasty are neatly standing under the tower.

Liu Fengyou was dressed in golden armor, with a long sword pinned to his waist and a riding whip in his hand, looking rather high-spirited.

But no matter how high-spirited he is in front of the hero, he will be overshadowed.

I saw Xuan Jin wearing a silver-white armor, wearing a pair of moiré python boots, and holding his world-renowned Dragon Back Silver Spear in his hand.

The original author used a lot of space to describe the uniqueness of this gun, but many of the contents were too boring and Liu Fengyou had already forgotten it. He only remembered that this gun was born like a dragon and was known as "the best gun in the world".

But no amount of text description is as shocking as seeing what you see.

The dragon-backed silver spear was as tall as a person, and the tip of the spear was shimmering with silver light, with a cold glow, wrapped in killing intent; a winding silver dragon was lying on the spear's spine, and it raised its head slightly, quite majestic.

Xuan Jin noticed Liu Fengyou's eager eyes, and then turned to look at him: "Your Majesty is coming."

Only then did Liu Fengyou look away from the silver spear, and he smiled flatteringly, "Father Xiang."

Xuan Jin was worried about the battle at the border, so he responded casually, and then looked at the hundred thousand soldiers under the city gate.

He took a bowl full of sake from his entourage, raised the bowl above his head, and said in a loud voice: "The barbarians harassed my border, killed my subjects, and kidnapped my women and children. Our Daye soldiers have reached the point where they have to fight!" .”

"Today, I, Daye boy, protect our family and country, defend our territory, and vow to return in triumph!"

His tone rose in vain, and when he raised his head, the sake entered his throat, and then he flicked his hand, and the wine bowl fell to the ground, making an exciting sound.

All the soldiers then shouted: "Protect the country! Guard the territory! Swear to return in triumph!"

The one hundred thousand wine bowl fell to the ground, making the sound of mountains and rivers shaking.

Seeing this scene, Liu Fengyou's blood was also boiling. He stepped forward slightly, stood behind Xuan Jin, smiled slightly, and raised a wine glass in a similar manner: "If you don't break it and ask for coolness, you will never return it!"

Xuan Jin heard what he said, looked sideways slightly, and responded softly: "Okay, if you don't break the question, you will never return it."

Because Liu Fengyou received Xuan Jin's award for this poem he stole from others, he was inevitably a little ashamed.

However, before the embarrassment showed on his face, it was replaced by embarrassment.

He looked at the low-key and luxurious carriage in front of him, and glanced at Chunju under Xuan Jin's crotch without giving up, and complained: "Why do I still want to take the carriage?"

Xuan Jin shook the rein in his hand slightly, and walked slowly to Liu Fengyou's side: "Your Majesty is not good at riding, and the situation on this journey is changeable. If His Majesty rides a horse, I'm afraid something will be wrong."

"There's something wrong."

Liu Fengyou murmured in a low voice while lifting his robe and getting on the carriage.

Xuan Jin watched him get into the carriage obediently, then moved the corners of his lips, showing an imperceptible smile, turned and left.

Liu Fengyou sat in the carriage with the curtain full of resentment, and unexpectedly found that there was a girl sitting in the carriage.

The girl was tall and tall, wearing a dark red dress, with a bold golden short knife pinned to her waist, and she was looking at him.

He was slightly taken aback, and then he felt a little embarrassed: Although he is the emperor, he can't find a beautiful woman to accompany him in the army.

Just as he was racking his brains to find the words to reject the girl, the girl spoke first.

"Your Majesty, the servants were sent by the Prime Minister to protect you."

Liu Fengyou nodded ignorantly at first, and it took a while before he realized: "What's your name?"