After my soul traveled to ancient times, I don't want to be cannon fodder

If Zhong Ning wants to mobilize troops, he naturally needs his permission before he can transfer troops from the Xicang Camp. The military camp has its own rules. Of course, if Han Lin is unwilling, the court will send someone to reprimand him one day.

There would be nothing wrong in withdrawing him at that time!

"My lord, General Han has ordered someone to reply tomorrow morning. We will definitely not miss the important matter!" the assassin replied.

"Well, go and have a rest!"

"Yes, my subordinates are resigning!"

The assassin leaped lightly and returned to the fork of the large tree branch closest to the attic. He folded his arms across his chest, closed his eyes, and stopped breathing.

Zhong Ning looked at his harvest today and closed his eyes contentedly.

She was in a good mood, but Murong Yun was not feeling well.

Being injured again and again was something that had never happened before. But it would have been fine if it was just injuries, but there was not even an imperial physician.

If he were in the palace, his mother would have been by his bedside, comforting him and feeding him medicine with candied fruits.

But now, Murong Yun stood in a dilapidated thatched hut, looking around blankly, and finally asked: "Is this really where you live?"

Zhou Mo was embarrassed for a moment and just said "hmm" lightly.

Jin Bao's eyes widened as he exclaimed, "This is even more shabby than our stable..." He then covered his mouth with his chubby hands, a guilty look flickering in his pupils. He then hesitantly walked over to Zhou Mo and whispered, "Brother, I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, I'm used to it..." Zhou Mo lowered his head and continued to clean the house. After not living in it for a month, the house was full of dust. The other two people didn't want to just stand there and do nothing, so they just followed Zhou Mo's example and helped clean.

But, after all, he is a spoiled child, and even if someone teaches him, he still does it in a mess.

After finally finishing the cleaning, the three of them collapsed exhausted on the wooden bed.

Oh, there was no quilt on the wooden bed. The only tattered quilt was covered with too much dust, so Zhou Mo took it to the yard to dry.

In addition, it was getting late, so the three of them could only stay like this for one night.

There was nothing to eat at home, but fortunately there was a small bag of millet and wheat that had been hidden under the bed. Zhou Mo cooked a small pot of thin millet rice, which was so clear that water could be seen, and he was able to barely have something to eat.

However, people like Murong Yun and Jin Bao couldn't help but look bitter when they took a mouthful of millet porridge.

Their instinctive question is, how can this thing be eaten?

But when he took a closer look at the poor thatched hut, he immediately gave up the idea. This was the only food Zhou Mo's family had, and they couldn't waste it like this.

But how can you possibly fill yourself up with this?

His stomach was still rumbling, and the three of them were still injured. Hei Lie sighed, but then he thought of Zhong Ning's instructions and pretended he saw nothing.

Zhou Mo's home is at the foot of the mountain at the edge of the village. Since his parents passed away, he usually goes to the mountain to look for food.

Everyone in the village said he was a nemesis and didn't want to play with him. This was his first time entertaining guests, but he didn't have anything good to offer.

It was getting late, and Zhou Mo was so hungry that he could only say shamefully, "Just bear with it for now. I'll go to the mountains to pick some wild vegetables for you tomorrow morning..."

Murong Yun:.......

Jinbao:.........

The next morning, Zhou Mo got up early and went up the mountain. He picked a bunch of wild vegetables near the edge of the mountain. When Murong Yun and Jin Bao woke up, they had ready-made wild vegetable porridge to eat.

Although the porridge has a slight bitter taste, it is fresh.

Murong Yun ate a big bowl with tears in his eyes.

At this moment, he finally understood why his sister asked him to find the answer here, and why they didn't eat white rice?

Because for the truly poor, white rice is a luxury and they can't afford it at all!

Murong Yun looked very hungry after eating, but fortunately Hei Lie was very helpful. He actually hunted a pheasant early in the morning and helped stew a pot of pheasant soup to provide nutrition for the injured people.

He gave them medicine and then let them go back to the house to rest.

Murong Yun knew in his heart that without Hei Lie's help, the three of them would not be able to eat any meat at all, let alone have the best gold medicine to heal their wounds.

He thought vaguely that his sister must know that he was used to a life of luxury, so she wanted him to experience it for himself.

Whether it's being deceived or taken to a dungeon, or having a real farm meal in this farmhouse.

These are all special trainings given to him by his elder sister.

Because the questions he asked before were too stupid, the sister despised him and asked him to find the answers himself.

Murong Yun comforted himself and fell asleep again unknowingly.

After falling asleep, the injuries on my body seemed to no longer hurt.

.........

At the same time, in the palace.

Zhang Ping, deputy chief of the Black Dragon Guard, was standing guard outside the Qinzheng Hall on routine duty.

Suddenly, a Black Dragon Guard came quickly towards him, holding a cage in his hand. He bowed to Zhang Ping and said, "Greetings, sir!"

Zhang Ping glanced at the pigeon cage in his hand and asked, "Any news?"

"Yes, the news just arrived this morning!" The Black Dragon Guard said, and then he opened the cage of the carrier pigeon, took off the letter roll tied to its feet, and handed it to Zhang Ping.

Zhang Ping opened the letter scroll. The paper was covered with densely written words. The words were as thin as mosquito ropes, but the instructions were extremely clear.

After reading it, Zhang Ping went straight into the hall to ask for an audience.

Emperor Yong was currently summoning his ministers to discuss state affairs. Seeing Zhang Ping enter, his eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice, "Let's stop here for now. Please leave!"

All the ministers bowed and saluted, "We will take our leave!"

Only after the hall was empty and all the palace servants had left did Emperor Yong unfold the memorial and continue, "Tell me, what happened to those two evildoers?"

Zhang Ping's lips twitched slightly as he bowed and said, "We received a letter from the front saying that Princess Zhaohua and the Second Prince took a detour to Xining. Twenty miles outside the city, they encountered robbers. The Second Prince fought one against three of them and won!"

Emperor Yong paused slightly as he reviewed the document with his red brush, then raised his head in disbelief. "Meeting robbers on the road, one against three? Who is it, Yun'er?"

"According to what the letter said, it is the Second Prince!"

"Just relying on his mediocre skills?" Emperor Yong expressed his disbelief.

That rebellious son had caused me a lot of anger in the palace. He loved to hold books written by sages and kept talking about the Three Bonds and Five Constant Virtues. His martial arts skills were also third-rate.

If he could fight three people at once, Emperor Yong would dare to walk upside down.

"It must have been that girl Zhaohua who arranged it deliberately. Don't worry about her, just continue..." Emperor Yong said lightly.

Zhang Ping continued, "After entering the city, he encountered a woman selling herself to bury her father. The Second Prince shouldered the responsibility, but was subsequently sold by the woman. He was then imprisoned in a dungeon awaiting sale, but has now been successfully rescued!"

A drop of red ink dripped out and fell on the memorial. Fortunately, it was just a memorial to pay respects, so it was not a big deal.

But the prince of this dynasty was sold by a woman, this is really...