Daiyu reads novels every day

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

Under the gloomy daylight, hundreds of soldiers gathered around the arena outside the gate.

They took off their helmets, tiptoed and hooked their heads to look in desperately, cheering and cheering with dancing and dancing.

On the arena, the heavy-backed and bare-chested Roulan prisoner was held horizontally in both hands, and walked around the arena so that everyone could see clearly.

Suddenly, Bai Chi lifted his arms up, and then quickly smashed down. At the same time, he bent his left knee and pushed upward.

There was a crisp sound of "click".

The Roulan prisoner suffered a fractured lumbar spine, and died in a tragic manner.

A tidal wave of applause erupted among the soldiers.

The big palm of the white red cattail wiped the blood from the corner of the dead man's mouth.

In this freezing and snowy weather, he was topless, roaring like a beast.

"Bai Chi! Bai Chi! Bai Chi!"

I don't know who took the lead, all the soldiers spoke out in unison, calling the warrior's name, making no secret of their enthusiastic support.

"Master, the weather is so cold that you will freeze to death—you go in and rest." Lianxi persuaded Yongan to leave.

This was the second day after the agreement, and Han Yue excused his entourage from today's drill on the grounds that the Seventeenth Prince was going to rest.

Yong Chen got up early and had no appetite, heard the commotion outside, came out to see, but it was the soldiers stationed here fighting with the prisoners of war - the prisoners of war won, they were released; the prisoners of war lost, they were killed.

After living in the red city of the capital for these years, it was the first time Yong Chen saw such a steamy murder scene.

He couldn't respond to the fanatical soldiers, and the smell of blood and killing made him sick mentally.

But under this disgusting feeling, there is another kind of animal nature that is suppressed by human nature.

This strange squirming is an uncontrollable feeling.

Yong Chen smelled danger, but was attracted again.He actually watched the whole thing.

Back in the bedroom, the breakfast on the table was cold.

The soldiers came to collect the dishes, and upon seeing this, they said: "Your Highness, this place is not as good as the capital, and there is a regular time for starting the stove and lighting the fire. If you don't eat this meal - if you get hungry later, you will have to endure it hard."

Yong Chen suppressed the feeling of nausea after watching the battle, sat down beside the desk, and saw that the breakfast was a big bowl of rice porridge and a plate of chervil.

The name Xuelihong sounds elegant, but it is actually shredded pickled radish.

The soldier lowered his head, very ashamed, "General Han's military order is not for killing the enemy in battle, there is no meat; for those who do not go out for drills, there is no face... Breakfast is only these..."

"Not bad! It's full of color, fragrance and taste." Yong Chen smiled, and stirred the rice porridge with a spoon. It won't fall if you insert chopsticks.

Yong Chen smiled and took a spoonful of porridge to his mouth, isn't it just a bowl of rice porridge?Although it is not a delicacy, it is not hard to swallow.

However, this mouthful of porridge reached his throat, and Yong Chen's face changed unexpectedly.

It is also a bowl of rice porridge, a bowl of rice porridge in the palace is very different from a bowl of rice porridge in this small town in northern Xinjiang.

In the past ten years, enjoying the most exquisite diet in the empire, Yong Chen has long been raised to be physically sensitive.His tongue is the tongue that can taste the sweetness of osmanthus cake before the rain and the sweetness of osmanthus cake after the rain; his nose is the nose that can smell the difference in the coolness of ambergris and benzoin; his eyes are the ones that can see the water tofu Eyes that are different from naan curd gloss.

He thought that he never paid much attention to food and clothing, but in fact he was "never tired of fine food and fine food".

At this moment, when this spoonful of Beijiang rice porridge is in the mouth, when the rice grains pass through the throat, the rough texture makes people feel pain.

Yongchen pursed his lips tightly, held his breath, and swallowed abruptly.

Only then did I realize that the old adage is honest and not deceitful, "It is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal."

It was physically unbearable for him to tolerate this ordinary diet - including the living environment.

This unbearable, regardless of his subjective wishes, is completely objective.

He didn't sleep well last night, probably because he was used to the warm and peaceful environment in the Dunben Hall before, compared to the hot and dry place here.

To put it bluntly, Yongchen was spoiled in the palace - even though he could be regarded as the most restless and punished among the princes.

Yong Chen simply threw away the spoon, picked up the bowl, poured the rice porridge into his mouth, stretched his neck and tried hard to swallow it down.

Lianxi watched from the side, turned her back and quietly wiped her tears.

The xuelihong is dry and astringent, it is too salty and too salty.

Yong Chen forced himself to pick up two sticks, but he really couldn't eat the rest, his face was livid for a long time, and he pushed away the bowls and dishes with a frown.

The soldiers put away the bowls and chopsticks and stepped back.

Lianxi wiped away her tears and said with a smile: "I put the letter from Yuqing Palace on your desk..."

Before he finished speaking, Yong Chen jumped up, walked quickly to the desk, glanced at it and copied a bright yellow letter in his hand.

Yong Chen took out the sleeve knife as thin as a cicada's wing from his bosom, pressed the seal flat, opened the envelope carefully, and took out the white and soft letter paper inside.

The calm and elegant official script on the letter was written by the prince's brother himself.

It was two months ago when I wrote the letter.

That was the second day Yongchen left Duzhong.

Prince Yongzhan reviewed the memorials alone in the east room of Dunben Hall.

Smoke curled up from the incense cauldron, the cool and bitter benzoin filled the room, the golden wall clock on the east wall was ticking, and the eunuch and maid were coughing and panting.

The whole Yuqing Palace was eerily quiet, a little mysterious and a little lifeless.

Only the tip of the Prince's pen brushed across the paper, making a slight coherent rubbing sound, as if someone was accompanying him in a trance.

After the stack of memorials came to an end, Prince Yongzhan got up and paced slowly, exercising his muscles and bones. When he looked up and saw the empty western bedroom opposite him, his expression darkened.

He slowly lowered his eyelashes, and glanced aimlessly at the desk case——suddenly saw something, and chuckled.

There was nothing unusual about that thing, it was just a piece of rice paper with the phrase "a gentleman is not a tool" written on it in the Analects of Confucius as politics.

Although the brushwork of the person who wrote it is still immature, the strokes are moving around, and they have already shown their strength.

The one who wrote these four words was none other than Yongchen.

It turned out that on the day he left the city, Yongchen said goodbye to the prince's elder brother in Dunben Hall.

This distance is thousands of miles away, and the letters between each other take ten months to arrive. Sitting opposite each other, I can't help but feel a little sad.

Yongchen couldn't see that the elder brother of the prince was worried and sad, so he had an idea, and wrote the four characters "a gentleman is not a weapon" first, and pushed it to the elder brother of the prince.

Prince Yongzhan saw it, but he didn't know why, so he asked with his eyes.

Yongchen smiled slyly, and uttered two syllables under cover of his mouth, as a sign of "gentlemen don't cry".

Prince Yong Zhan was amused by him, and then stretched his eyebrows.

So that day in Dunben Hall, the two brothers actually smiled and said goodbye.

On the second day, Prince Yongzhan was the only one left in Dunben's hall. He thought about people when he saw words, and after laughing, he inevitably became more sad. Because of the cold winter, he contracted a seasonal illness, and had a fever at night.

At the beginning, no one noticed that the crown prince Yongzhan finished handling the government affairs for a day as usual, wrote a four-character seal of "a gentleman is not a weapon" and sent someone to chase his younger brother to send it to him. At night, he still had dinner as usual—but He ate it and vomited it out.

All of a sudden, everyone panicked, and there was a eunuch in a hurry to teach the imperial physician, but was stopped by Su Danmo.

"Your Highness won't even read it when it's passed on." Su Danmo was anxious, and chased away people with his whisk.

Although the prince Yongzhan had a high fever, his face was flushed, but he was not disturbed at all, but it was absolutely impossible to tell that he was having a fever from his actions; when he was in such a state of illness, he just fell asleep as usual, although he had a high fever, but he couldn't sweat, and he couldn't bear it. Her lips turned purple, and Su Danmo was so frightened that she wanted to cry.

"It's good to sleep alone." Prince Yongzhan's voice was slightly hoarse, but he still spared his mind to comfort those who served him.

Su Danmo choked with sobs and agreed, and stood by the bedside himself, thinking in his heart: All the gods and Buddhas in the sky, bless His Royal Highness——Although he was born in this most noble royal family, he has endured hardships since he fell, How could he have to suffer from illness after growing up through ups and downs?

Su Danmo burst out of the palace with tears in his eyes, his little apprentice came up to meet him, and said in a low voice: "Master, please persuade His Royal Highness—I don't understand, why are you so sick and still refuse to see the imperial doctor and take medicine? If there is an emergency, Master, you..."

"Get out." Su Danmo was really heartbroken when he heard these words. He let out a low drink and said angrily, "You don't know what's going on with His Royal Highness? You dare to talk like that. Let our family stay in that snow nest." Go down on your knees!"

How can you know these eternal hatreds that are thousands of miles away?

At this moment, Yong Chen looked at the four characters "A gentleman is not a weapon" written by the prince's elder brother on the paper, and remembered the way to make him laugh before parting that day, so he couldn't help laughing too.

The rice porridge that scratched his throat seemed to be more suitable for his stomach because of this smile.

Yong Chen stroked the familiar and friendly handwriting with his fingers, raised his brows, the young man was dignified, he felt full of confidence and wanted to show his mind.

"Isn't it just for a ring? I'm afraid he'll be a fool!"

Yong Chen looked up and smiled, despising the "enemy" strategically.

Han Yue chose the team leader based on his martial arts skills, which is actually in line with the characteristics of the times.The more ancient it is, the easier it is for front-line generals to appear.

The wars and armies that later generations saw were improved, and this is a complex system.

But in ancient times, the personal force or fighting spirit of generals and soldiers could change the situation of the battle.

Yong Chen knows, for example, Guan Yu, who said, "Yu saw Liang's head, rode his horse and stabbed him among the crowd, beheaded and returned his head, and all the generals were unable to be successful, so he relieved the white horse siege"; for example, Qin Qiong, " A prancing horse stands out among thousands of people, and there is no one better than ambition, so he is quite conceited."

After he aspired to join the army, the prince's elder brother advised him to read more military books.

When military generals are recorded in military books, most of them will write a sentence like "little strength", indicating that this person has martial arts.

This shows that in ancient times, most generals showed personal bravery on the battlefield.

The so-called "a general dies in a hundred battles, but a strong man returns in ten years".

The bloody scene I saw in the morning is still lingering in my mind. Under the pressure, Yong Chen only feels that the young body is full of strength—like a ripe bean pod, with a "beep", the inside is round The beans are about to pop out.

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