Would You Like to Have a Drink

The night deepened.

Beyond the desolate hills and fields, the camp was twinkling with scattered open fires.

After a day of marching and rushing, the Xuan Cavalry packed up their gear and were taking the time to sleep.

Except for the cavalry who were temporarily changing guards, everyone else was quietly staying in the large tent. For a moment, only the insects hidden in the dark mountains in the distance could be heard, it’s incredibly quiet.

There were no stars tonight, all was silent.

Outside the largest tent, a fire was burning, built with logs.

A young man in red was squatting bored next to the fire, picking up a fire tong in his hand to turn over the wood in the center of the flame that was sizzling, over and over again, repeating this action.

Mu Yuanlong, who was guarding in the distance, hesitated for a moment, but still stepped forward and whispered, “Your Royal Highness, we have to rush on the road tomorrow. The brothers on duty have all been arranged properly, there are no extra mistakes, you might as well rest early.”

Yu Beizhou didn’t lift his head, just said a light “Hmm”.

Seeing that the King of Beining didn’t express his opinion, Mu Yuanlong didn’t dare to persuade him anymore, but silently returned to his own camp and lay in his marching sleeping bag.

This morning, a decree directly temporarily assigned Mu Yuanlong to the King of Beining.

The Xuan Cavalry were highly mobile and suitable for vanguards and raids. Now that the Tianji Army had not yet been called back, there were only a very small number of them stationed outside the Imperial City, so they were naturally not suitable to be taken away. The only ones that could be mobilized were the Xuan Cavalry.

Now against the Wei Country, it was a three-line operation.

The Wei Country faces the sea on one side, and the good thing was that outside the capital was an unobstructed plain. At that time, it would definitely be the Wei Country’s generals leading the Wei Army to meet the enemy on the plain outside the Imperial City.

The Weishan Army cut in from the side, the Tianji Army flanked from the rear, and the King of Beining would inevitably have to lead the Xuan Cavalry and the heavy cavalry of the Tianji Army to face the enemy.

The strategy was correct, but Mu Yuanlong always felt uneasy in his heart.

Even if the Third Highness became the Crown Prince, and the Xuan Cavalry obeyd orders from the imperial court, they would only have one master.

The awkwardness lay here.

The whole world knew about the discord between the King of Beining and the Third Prince. In the early years when these two led the troops, they often tripped each other up. The generals of both sides became enemies, and the soldiers naturally disliked each other.

Who would have thought that this time when the troops were dispatched, Mu Yuanlong would have to serve as a deputy general for Yu Beizhou.

However, no matter how reluctant or aggrieved he was in his heart, the imperial edict was hard to violate. Moreover, attacking the Wei Country was not a child’s play, and personal grudges must be put aside before national affairs.

Before coming, Mu Yuanlong had explained to all the brothers in the Xuan Cavalry army tent. Fortunately, on the first day of the march, apart from the team being a bit dull, it was calm and nothing happened.

This also made the apprehensive Mu Yuanlong breathe a sigh of relief.

The King of Beining had the most eccentric character, and he was a capricious and tyrannical master. Whoever displeased him, it’s a matter of minutes before they lose their heads. Mu Yuanlong was not unaware of the serious atmosphere of the Tianji Army, he truly felt that the military style of the Xuan Cavalry was diametrically opposed to the behavior style of the King of Beining.

He originally thought that this person was only interested in His Highness and was too lazy to care about them.

It wasn’t until the evening that Mu Yuanlong suddenly realized.

The King of Beining seems to be a little unhappy?

Recalling the figure of red and white squatting next to the firewood pile, he thought with uncertainty.

In fact, Yu Beizhou was indeed not very happy.

He hadn’t closed his eyes for almost two days and two nights, but he had no urge to sleep at all. Instead, he squatted here and turned this pile of firewood over and over again with fire tongs.

Crackling–

The raging fire licked every easily combustible piece of firewood, surged up high flames, and then gradually faded.

Staring at this pile of firewood, unusually, Yu Beizhou seemed a bit lost.

Last night, he knelt outside the gate of Zhang Palace for a whole night.

Because he took the initiative to punish Zong Chengsi privately, he was punished.

Everything was within Yu Beizhou’s expectations.

As for the matter of Zong Chengsi, he knew in his heart that those charges could absolutely nail Zong Chengsi to death, beyond redemption. Even his previous explanation in front of Emperor Yuan, the latter would not think too much even if he had more doubts after seeing the wooden plaque of the Witch Sacrificial Ceremony.

However, no matter what, Zong Chengsi was still a prince, and even if he revealed the rebellion and had merit, he couldn’t ignore the fact that he punished him privately.

This matter was not big or small. If Emperor Yuan investigated, he might even lose his title king; if not investigated, a light sentence of “pay attention next time” could pass.

Zong Chengsi was not valued, and Emperor Yuan did not appreciate him very much on weekdays. It shouldn’t be a problem in theory.

However, what Yu Beizhou miscalculated was that Emperor Yuan didn’t want to let it go easily.

Out of helplessness, Yu Beizhou could only bear the guilt and make meritorious deeds, and hurriedly left the Imperial City like a rolling ball.

Along the way, he felt something was wrong no matter how he tasted it.

Emperor Yuan’s behavior was really a bit abnormal. As everyone knew, now was not the best time to attack the Wei Country. This tyrant never fought unprepared battles. Commanding him to lead troops immediately was not only a punishment, but also meant to throw him out of the Imperial City and get out of his sight.

But every possible way, the matter of one’s birth was still concealed, it was a close call.

However, these were not the most annoying things for Yu Beizhou.

Thinking of the marriage decree blatantly placed on the desk, which he caught a glimpse of, the young man in red felt a wave of annoyance and simply threw down the fire tongs in his hand.

The ugly goshawk that was on guard was startled awake and quickly flapped its wings to fly up.

Before this, Yu Beizhou had never thought about this.

He just wanted to keep that high and mighty banished immortal in the Imperial City, locked by his side. But he had never considered the situation of this person being granted marriage.

Perhaps it was because Zong Luo gave people the impression of being too bright and clear, not partaking in worldly affairs, so no one had ever thought about this. Even after Yu Beizhou had clarified his desire for this once hated enemy in his lifetime, he had never thought about this possibility.

In the silence of all things, crazy possessiveness was accompanied by rage.