After entering the book, I emptied the warehouse of my foster mother's house to farm

north.

His Highness the Seventh Prince has been in the military camp for three months.

During these three months, he went from being unaccustomed to it to being accustomed to it, and he suffered a lot.

But in front of his uncle and Xu Zhao, he couldn't complain about being tired or suffering, which would bring shame to the royal family and his mother, so he just had to hold on.

He had no idea how many nights he had spent, his worn hands and feet, his body aches, his dirtiness, the stench of his hair...all of which made him secretly sob under his covers, and also gave rise to another voice in his heart: Let's go back to the palace.

But he persisted.

Both he and Xu Zhao were tanned, and they no longer looked delicate and attractive like the noblemen of Kyoto. Now they were wearing the armor of ordinary soldiers, standing in the crowd, and even if Concubine Shu came in person, she might not be recognized at first glance.

"A Zhao, don't you feel bitter?"

After the exercises, the cousins ​​sat in the open space, looking at the bleak distance and chatting casually.

Xu Zhao had long been accustomed to life in the military camp. When he heard him ask this, he sat up abruptly and looked at him: "Seventh Brother, you don't want to go back, do you?"

In the military camp, the Duke of Wei did not announce the identity of the Seventh Prince, but he was inseparable from Xu Zhao, so everyone thought he was a young master from a noble family who was thrown here to be trained.

Although, it is true that the trials have come.

The Seventh Prince is very conflicted. He likes the simple life here, but he also thinks it is too hard.

He got used to it because he was used to it, but he had other choices.

"Kyoto is a mess."

After a long while, the Seventh Prince finally grumbled. Without waiting for Xu Zhao to respond, he stood up and dragged Xu Zhao towards the training ground: "A Zhao, let's fight again."

Ouch!

Still fighting?

Even if we fight ten times, you still can’t beat me!

Xu Zhao was dragged to the training ground with a bitter face. The soldiers who were resting nearby saw the two of them on the stage and looked at them. Some even started to shout loudly to cheer them on...

In the end, the Seventh Prince was beaten down by Xu Zhao before he could even make ten moves.

Xu Zhao looked at the Seventh Prince lying on the ground, feeling somewhat hopeless - Ancestor, why don’t we go back?

He wanted to go back.

......

Concubine Shu, who is always thinking about the Seventh Prince, has had her right eyelid twitching recently. Her left eyelid twitches for good fortune, while her right eyelid twitches for disaster. She feels inexplicably uneasy.

The thief was dead, and she ordered people to deal with the follow-up matters. The King of Wei and the King of Qi seemed to have not been punished, but Jiang Huaizhi was dragged out to take the blame. Logically, everything came to a perfect end.

But she just felt very nervous.

"Your Highness, the Emperor has ordered you to come over."

The emperor wants to see her?

Concubine Shu felt that His Majesty did not simply want to see her, so she thought for a moment and said, "Help me change my clothes, and bring the soup I cooked for His Majesty."

Half an hour later, the slightly nervous Concubine Shu saw the emperor playing chess.

The emperor's carriage just stopped, and when he heard Concubine Shu's greeting, he immediately looked up at her, and said with great pleasure, "My beloved concubine is here, come and sit with me for a while."

Concubine Shu's expression was unremarkable, but she was even more worried. She ordered someone to bring out the soup, and then she smiled and said, "Your Majesty, try the soup that I made myself."

His Majesty did not look at the bowl of soup, but just smiled and said, "Have you improved your cooking skills this time?"

This is making fun of the bowl of mushy lotus root soup she had that year!

Concubine Shu complained to His Majesty coquettishly, and personally came forward with the bowl of soup: "Your Majesty, try it first."

But when she got close to His Majesty, she heard His Majesty say, "My beloved concubine, I want to make Xiao Qi the crown prince. Do you have any opinions?"