The Evil Mistress's Killing Crazy Daily

"Hahaha……"

In the rolling Cuiwei Mountains, beside the breezy Cuiwei Lake, two men with lofty ambitions looked at each other with a smile, and all their words were in the wine.

After drinking one cup after another, Xu Wanchou relaxed a little and poured a glass of wine for Jun Yizheng with a smile. He asked curiously, "Third Prince, there is one thing I can't figure out. How did you know the plan of Hua Weiwei and his men in advance?"

"This……"

Jun Yizheng hesitated slightly.

But after thinking about it, Xu Wanchou was not a despicable person like Lu Yitong who repaid kindness with enmity, so he was not afraid of him knowing about this.

So he smiled and leaned closer to remind, "Master Xu, don't you know that my mother's surname is Ruan?"

"This……"

Xu Wanchou was shocked and almost thought that this matter was related to Prime Minister Ruan.

Fortunately, he quickly dispelled this doubt after thinking about Ruan Qinghong's character that he never got involved in anything.

He lowered his eyes and continued to think about the relationship between the Ruan family, the Hua family and Lu Yitong. Suddenly, he remembered that Lu Yitong was Xiao Qintang's husband and the son-in-law of the Xiao family.

And the mistress of the Xiao family seems to be surnamed Ruan.

"Could it be..."

Xu Wanchou was surprised and looked at Jun Yizheng for confirmation, "Could it be Mrs. Ruan from the Xiao family?"

Jun Yizhen smiled and nodded, "Yes, my aunt accidentally heard about Lu Yitong's plan, so she wrote to me and asked me to do my best to help you.

To be honest, the idea of ​​helping you was originally thought up by my aunt."

"This……"

Xu Wanchou was stunned when he heard this and didn't know what to say.

He suddenly remembered that last time at the funeral of Xiao Qinyu and Old Madam Xi, when Lu Yitong threatened him recklessly, Ruan Yunluo had also stepped forward to help him out...

In just a few days, Ruan Yunluo helped him twice without saying a word!

Thinking of this, Xu Wanchou felt extremely grateful.

He quickly put down his wine glass and stood up. He bowed deeply to Jun Yizhen again, "I would like to thank the Third Prince very much. Please also thank Madam Ruan on my behalf. Although I am not talented, if Madam Ruan can be of any use to me in the future, I will do my best to help her!"

"What are you doing out here like this?"

Jun Yizheng smiled and shook his head helplessly.

Let Xu Wanchou sit down again, he picked up the wine pot, raised his hand and poured Xu Wanchou a glass of wine, "Alright, alright, I will definitely convey your feelings, come, let's continue drinking..."

"Yes."

Xu Wanchou raised his cup and drank it all.

After their emotions calmed down a little, the two of them drank wine and continued their conversation in the breeze.

It was not until the sky gradually darkened and the moon rose that the two of them walked out of the octagonal pavilion hand in hand and came to Jun Yizheng's carriage.

After helping Jun Yizhen onto the carriage, Xu Wanchou held onto the shaft and, with the help of Lao Bo, bowed and said goodbye to Jun Yizhen, "Goodbye, Third Prince."

"Ah."

Jun Yizheng smiled and nodded drunkenly.

Just as he was about to lower the curtain, his eyes accidentally fell on Lao Bo who was standing next to Xu Wanchou. Suddenly remembering something, he lowered his eyes to glance at Lao Bo's lame leg, and asked curiously with a smile: "I heard someone say that your leg was injured while saving people on the battlefield?"

"Yes."

Lao Lame nodded.

"why?"

Jun Yizhen looked at him curiously. "I heard that you were once a powerful general in the battlefield and a useful general by the old marshal's side. What kind of person is he that is worth you risking your future and your legs to save him?"

"he?"

Lao Bo seemed to be stumped by the question.

After thinking for a while with an embarrassed look on his face, he smiled and sighed, "Hey, he is just a rough guy who looks after the stables in the military camp now, not worth mentioning."

"Really? Is a rough guy worth saving with your legs?" Jun Yizhen laughed, "I heard his name is Zhang Ying, right? Do you hate him?"

"This……"

Giving Xu Wanchou an awkward look, Lao Lame sighed, "How can I explain this? Sometimes I hate him, and sometimes I don't."

"Oh? What do you say?"

"I can't explain it clearly..."

The lame man smiled bitterly, feeling even more embarrassed, and tried to explain to Jun Yizhen, "Sometimes I hate him. I hate him for my broken leg, and I also hate him for the soldiers who died in vain. I hate him for being disobedient and reckless, and I hate him for being a drunkard.

But the younger one knew his abilities better than anyone.

The younger one knew better, that he was more miserable than anyone else because he had caused such a big mess and lost so many brothers.

I'm glad I was able to save him.

If he died, his brothers on the battlefield would have died in vain. Only if he was alive would he have the opportunity to avenge his brothers.

I am actually just an ordinary person. It is only because of the teachings of Marshal Xu that I have the opportunity to be powerful on the battlefield. But Zhang Ying is different. Zhang Ying is a genius. He is born to be a fighter.

I can use my leg to exchange for the awakening and life of a talented general in my Tianzhong Dynasty. I..."

The lame man gritted his teeth and choked, then closed his eyes and cursed out four big words with blood and flesh, "It's worth it!"

After saying this, his depression dissipated and he laughed generously.

As if he had made a very good deal, as if what he lost was not a leg but just a pork elbow...

Amid the laughter, Xu Wanchou remained silent, and Jun Yizheng was also silent.

After taking a deep look out of the window at Lao Lame, Jun Yizheng held onto the carriage and stood up to get off.

After straightening his clothes, he bent down in the moonlight and bowed deeply to Lao Bo, "Uncle Bo, although the current situation is difficult, since we have pillars of the country like you and Marshal Xu, I think our Tianzhong Dynasty will be able to pacify the northwest sooner or later and give the people of the world a peaceful life."

"Oh, I am a rough man, how can I be compared with old Marshal Xu... I am just a groom, how can I deserve such a great gift from you..."

The lame old man was in a panic and looked at Xu Wanchou for help.

Xu Wanchou smiled comfortingly and bowed to Jun Yizhen. He was curious, "Third Prince, why did you suddenly ask about Zhang Ying? Could it be that His Majesty intends to use him?"

"Ah."

Looking at Lao Lame with respect again, Jun Yizhen smiled and nodded to Xu Wanchou, "This was the idea that your grandfather, Marshal Xu, suggested to father. I'm only telling you, you must not tell anyone, lest the East Palace find out and cause trouble again."

"Oh, I see."

Xu Wanchou nodded in agreement.

They helped Jun Yizheng back into the carriage, and as they watched, Jun Yizheng's carriage left Cuiwei Mountain and slowly drove towards Prince Rui's Palace.

That night, at Prince Rui’s Mansion.

Jun Yizhen washed his face and finally sobered up. He sat down and took a cup of sobering tea. He did not forget to ask the guard beside him, "Jin Jiu, how is Xue Gan doing in the military camp now?"

"Not very good. He was the leader of the previous incident of moldy military rations, which led to Xiao Chongjing being dismissed from his post. Now Xiao Chongjing has been reinstated and promoted, and those who led the riot have all been sent to guard the gates of the military camp on the pretext of something. They are now standing at the gate of the military camp as punishment every day."

"Ah."

Jun Yizhen smiled and took a sip of tea, "Okay, let's find a way to change his position, let him go to the stable to raise horses to temper his temper.

By the way, let him find out whether Zhang Ying is really capable and whether he dares to drink again."