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By the time we walked back to the military camp from the embankment, it was already dark.

Most of the military camps, which were used to being frugal, had no lights on. The few lights that came from the core areas of the army that needed to be defended came from.

The soldiers, who had finished a whole day of training, took a rare break to relax. They sat on the curb in groups of three or five, holding bowls and eating their dinner.

But when Han Zhou passed by them, they would straighten up quickly and say, "Hello, General Han! Have you eaten yet?"

"Take Lord Xun to dinner now. You all eat at your leisure and eat your fill. But if you waste food, you will be punished by military law."

"Yes!"

Xun Lan's eyes swept across the bowl held by the soldier: "It's not bad today. I can see some meat."

"We can see some meat these days. Every time someone comes from the capital of gods, the fire troops always buy meat. But the people in the capital of gods are not used to it, so they can get some for free."

"Is the army still short of money?"

"I'm short of money, very short of money. This time all the money went with my sister."

Han Zhou subconsciously did not regard Xun Lan as an outsider: "If it weren't for Xie Nanxing and Tian Ding's constant support, I don't know how many more brothers would have died."

Therefore, the victory in this battle against the East Japan does not belong only to the Han siblings, it belongs to every member of the Tiger Power Army and everyone who silently supports the Tiger Power Army in Shendu.

But it doesn't belong to Xia Hong.

After returning to their respective tents and changing into clean clothes, they finished the meals brought by the soldiers in the dim light, and then met again in Xia Ling's tent.

With his back straight, Han Zhou bowed to Xia Ling and said, "Your Highness Han Zhou greets King Ling."

A prince with little power came to Han Zhou's military camp with a special purpose. Han Zhou had received the king's order and could even avoid kneeling or bowing to the king, so naturally he didn't need to kneel three times and kowtow nine times to Xia Ling.

Han Zhou was already giving Xia Ling face by bowing.

The smoke of gunpowder hidden in every word and action has never defeated Xia Ling's false face.

Holding a pen in his hand, he smiled and said, "It's not easy for me to meet Prince Han."

"Bandits appear frequently, and I am often not in the army. Today, when I returned to the camp, I rode my horse as fast as I could to see you, Lord Xun. I hope you will forgive me for the poor hospitality."

Han Zhou put his hands straight and sat down in the seat below Xia Ling.

He will take advantage of his favor to become arrogant and show it in his words and actions.

This man had killed Xie Nanxing several times.

Both publicly and privately, Han Zhou looked down on Xia Ling, and didn't want to give Xia Ling any good face.

Xia Ling's eyes swept across Xun Lan's new clothes, and he looked up at Han Zhou.

People like Han Zhou who forget who he is when he has a little power really deserve to die.

There was complete silence in the tent, and it seemed as if all the words that could be used for greeting had been spoken.

The personal guard entered the tent carrying a teapot and poured everyone the tea that Han Shu had specially kept for entertaining officials in the capital.

Xia Ling took just one sip to break the stagnant moment, and then he made no further movement.

The pure tea picked and roasted by farmers themselves is naturally incomparable to the first tea picked from the century-old tea trees that he drinks every year.

Sensing Xia Ling's gradually revealed anger, Xun Lan spoke up: "This tea soup is clear, and the lingering fragrance is sweet. I wonder where General Xiao Han got it from?"

"My elder sister picked it herself. After drinking this little bit, I estimate that there will only be one or two left. We will have to entertain other adults in the future, so I can't take the initiative to give it to Master Xun."

The call of General Xiao Han seemed like just an ordinary address, but Xia Ling suddenly realized where he was now and completely understood the purpose of his trip.

Want to marry Han Shu.

He couldn't leave any ground for gossip in someone else's territory, and he, Xia Ling, couldn't be a bad person.

If there has to be a bad guy, besides Shen Jinmo, it would be Xia Hong.

After a moment of patience, Xia Ling picked up the teacup again and drank the bowl of tea reluctantly.

The guard was about to refill Xia Ling's tea, but Han Zhou stopped him: "Step back, I have something to discuss with King Ling."

An ox chewing a peony, Xia Ling is not worthy of drinking this tea.

The guard placed the pot of tea next to Xun Lan, bowed, and left the tent.

Xia Ling asked, "When does General Xiao Han plan to return to the court?"

Han Zhou raised his hand and rubbed his ears. He had heard this so many times that his ears were almost callused.

"Your Highness has never been to the frontline, so you don't know how dangerous it is. This Eastern Territory cannot be separated from me and my sister."

"How come I haven't seen General Han Jun... after being here for so long?"

Xia Ling looked at the attendants beside him as if to confirm: "Have you seen General Han these days?"

"Your Majesty, no."

"This is very strange. Not only has the king never met General Han, but even those people in the Ministry of War have never met General Han. What is going on?"

In Hanzhou's home court, facing Xia Ling's half-spoken and half-hidden words, he chose not to respond: "I have a question in my mind, and I would like to ask the prince to answer it for me."

The evening breeze blew open the tent. Xia Ling, who had been feeling comfortable just now, became a little flustered. He took out the sachet from his waist and blocked his nostrils with it.

His breathing became noticeably heavier, like a desperate person trying to survive while drowning.

Xia Ling felt from the bottom of his heart that the land of the East Territory was disgusting.

The personal eunuch lit the last stick of sandalwood he brought with him, and made some tea for Xia Ling.

Xun Lan saw Xia Ling come back to his senses and reminded him, "Your Majesty, General Han wants to ask you to solve a problem."

Breathe in and out, calming your heavy breathing.

Xia Ling said with a hint of meaning: "The general and I will be family sooner or later. There is no need to invite or not. If you want to ask me, I will definitely answer you."

Han Zhou also hinted: "There are so many talented people in the court, why do you want to destroy a small place? Why do you want me and my sister, who are ignorant of the court, to return to the court?"

Faced with a difficult question, Xia Ling subconsciously put forward a high-sounding answer: "The Emperor values ​​the two generals, so for such important matters, the two generals should go back and discuss them together."

"Respected?"

The round eyes that were still youthful and incompatible with the murderous aura around him were tinged with helplessness: "One imperial edict, twelve golden medals. Even if I, Han Zhou, cannot understand the turbulent situation in the court, I know that my return this time is likely to be dangerous."

If he returned, he would be stripped of his military power at best, or charged with treason at worst.

Although it was unexpected that things had come to this point, it was also reasonable.

It was because things had indeed come to this point that Han Zhou finally understood why his father and sister did not allow him to enter the barracks and embark on a military career.

Going to the battlefield only meant adding another life to the Han family's life.

But he didn't go to the battlefield, and the one who was abandoned today was his sister.

In the eyes of a suspicious king, strength means being uncontrollable, and that strength is the original sin.

Xia Ling was actually a little uncomfortable with Han Zhou's negotiation style, which was to directly break the window paper, and it was a bit rude.

Power scheming must be carried out behind a layer of window paper to be sophisticated enough.

"Has Prince Han decided to return to the court with me?"