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Chapter 517: Prince Beijing’s Old Department(1/3)

 Jia Cong looked at Zhongchun and Xiong Xu and laughed.

"Uncle, Uncle Xiong."

"The bedroom in Yuqing Palace is gone. After the wedding, Aunt Ninth took it back."

"But, the imperial grandmother left me a room in my father's bedroom in Ningshou Palace!"

Zhongchun smiled and said: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at the favor of your father and son!"

"I don't even have a bedroom in Ningshou Palace!"

"Didn't that bastard Xiao Qi keep talking about the queen's partiality?"

Jia Cong said with a smile: "Uncle Seven still has to take care of the affairs of the inner palace."

"I often go with my father to see the imperial grandmother, and our relationship is much better than before."

"It's not like I'm shouting about favoritism."

Tu Xi, the eldest son of the emperor and the king of Xinxiang County, rubbed his eyes in a daze.

The armored warrior laughed angrily and said, "Huang Zhong and Xiao Lu are all bad seedlings!"

"Early in the morning, the pots were buried to make rice, and the small army pulled out the camp and marched out of the side wall."

Another pot of pork, pickled cabbage and vermicelli stew.

Wang Ning turned to look at the leader of the family and asked: "Why are you going to rest on the kang?"

He stretched out his hand and pushed Jia Cong Xiaoyu awake.

Xinxiang Xin and Youshe Ruibin Linzhong were eating outside the barracks next door.

And a bowl of rice.

"Cong, brother Cong..."

The name of Zhongchun can stop crying at night.

A bad imperial decree calls us back to Shenjing.

Zheng Shaofu laughed quickly and said: "Master Eight, ask the kitchen to bring the mutton and mutton bone soup."

There was only golden corn porridge, two plates of Wangfu’s secret street vegetables, and a basket of small steamed buns.

They all sat and listened with laughter.

For Jia Cong, he loves the house and the bird.

"The number of people is small, only about two thousand."

Smell the wine.

"Brother Cong, are you leaving tomorrow?"

"Even my chubby grandson is willing to go into this bastard business of being his father's granddaughter-in-law!"

The two of them rolled over and sat up.

I heard that I was going to see Zhongchun, and I was even more frightened.

"Those two slackers, is the sun coming out from the west today?"

"Brother, the snow is heavy today, but it will probably clear up tomorrow."

He followed Wang Ning timidly.

It's just that the Princess of Beijing is now living in seclusion in the sacred capital. Who can mobilize troops without the Tiger Talisman of the past by the King of Beijing?

Xinxiang Xin, who was overwhelmed with energy, rode a white horse and chased rabbits in the snow every day.

But when the soldiers outside the barracks rested at night, they crowded under the kang and slept in small bunks.

Zhongchun patted Jia Cong on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Now among us brothers, your father is the most powerful in front of his father, the emperor and his mother."

As for Tu Yao, he is the legitimate son of Emperor Tianxi, and he will be crown prince in the future, so that is another matter.

"Whose head are you going to chop off?!"

"They are all cavalry."

The next morning.

It was bitterly cold in Liaodong, and the only vegetables available at that time were cabbage, potatoes, etc.

"Rare! Rare!"

Wang Ning said: "Tonight, draw a curtain outside to separate us."

Princess Zhongchun hasn’t returned to Shenjing yet.

We dare not listen to Zhongchun even a little bit, and now there is a Qianyan coming from Shenjing.

Then I looked at the armored warriors leading Huang Zhong Xiaolu, chopping wood on the back of the tree outside the snow forest.

Suddenly, Zheng Shaofu and two kitchen waiters brought him mutton and mutton bone soup.

Lin Zhong must ask.

Wang Ning Xiaoxi!

The days are short in winter, and the sky is getting whiter as we speak.

It's just that Xiong Xu and Wang Ning are still here, so he doesn't want to say too much.

Take a closer look.

Jia Cong Xiaojin heard that the tone was right, and the two of them quickly opened their eyes.

Even Wang Ning’s own barracks.

Seeing Wang Ning and Jia Cong returning with a smile.

However, Qian Yanjiang, his dear friend, dared to get off the kang and only gathered around the kang to make a bed on the floor.

"You must arrange for General Jia Cong to rest on the kang in the evening."

"Brother Cong just went over to wake you up."

It’s just that we dare to listen to Wang Ning’s words.

Qian Yan said: "We want them to fight, as long as the two of them follow the marching speed."

When Wang Ning comes back for a meal, a basin of mutton will be enough to eat.

Already a frightened bird.

Outside the eyes of the two little sticks, this handsome face has already turned into a green-faced devil with terrifying fangs!

One runs slower than the other!

It was obvious that he was resting under the kang with his relatives Qian Yanjiang.

"Open your eyes and take a look!"

What's wrong is that this is the old private army of King Tuerye of Beijing hidden in Liaodong!

Wang Ning stood up suddenly!

The dishes in the army are all the same.

"Let's go and see Wang Ye and Xiong Shuai as you wish!"

Of course he knew that after Emperor Yongtai was confused and confused, it was difficult for anyone except Jia She to speak.

Had breakfast at Zhongchun's place.

Nowadays, there are more than 100,000 troops stationed in Liaohai Guard Station.

"What we say is Xiao Chu's words, but we don't have the banner of our Xiao Chu military."

The air-conditioning is steaming and the aroma is fragrant.

First, Qian Yan, Qi Meulu and the two of them worked together to deal with it severely.

Wang Ning said enthusiastically: "The small kang in that barracks can sleep at least 80 or 70 soldiers."

At this time, Wang Ning smiled calmly.

He waved with a smile: "Cong'er, come and have a meal."

"What if we want to leave them two sticks outside to wait for the spring to bloom?"

After all, tomorrow is the march, and Zhongchun saw that the meals have arrived.

Zhong Chunre snorted: "What? Do you still have enough rest?"

Wang Ning's movement is extremely slow, Zhong Chun can't catch it naturally.

The leader of the family general smiled apologetically and said: "As for the eighth master, the prince did give the order."

"You, you also want to train like that?"

I no longer want to blow the white wind in the ice and snow.
To be continued...
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