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That evening, Zhou Wu personally cooked a feast for Crown Prince Li Junren and Ninth Princess Li Xixue, mainly featuring seafood.

"That's strange, isn't it? Why can't the imperial chefs in the palace make something that tastes like yours?"

As the Ninth Princess stuffed food into her mouth, she asked Zhou Wu a question in confusion.

"Princess, you want to learn? I'll teach you."

"Really?"

"Xue'er, don't be rude."

Seeing the two getting more and more excited, Li Junren had no choice but to interrupt their conversation. He was already being blamed for taking the princess out without permission. If Xue'er went back and gave his father a hard time, his father would be happy, but he would definitely punish him later. Li Junren had already thought of the reasons for his father: How could a princess have learned to cook? What about the royal family's reputation?

. . . . .

The next morning, Zhou Wu brought Li Junren to the Qingyang Army camp. Because Zhou Wu had not notified Niu Er in advance, the Qingyang Army camp started its regular morning exercises before dawn.

"Turn right and march in step."

Standing outside the military camp, Li Junren heard loud commands from inside, but the commands were rather strange: right turn? Forward march? What kind of training was this?

Every morning, after washing up, the Qingyang Army would conduct formation training. At first, Niu Er was very puzzled and just stood still, turning around in place. What was the use of this training?

However, he later discovered that military training was not just about training killing skills, but also about training obedience and teamwork. They were an army, not killers, so they had much more to train them in.

"Attention, all men! At ease! Attention!"

Niu Er was supervising the training of the entire army, but Zhou Wu and his group were too conspicuous, and Niu Er recognized them as the high-ranking military officers he had rescued in the Qingyang Military Region.

Niu Er jogged up to Zhou Wu and the others, and first gave them a military salute.

"Reporting to the commander, the Qingyang Army is conducting drill training. Please give instructions."

Niu Er's reporting style was also unique, but Li Junren liked it very much, feeling that it had a military air about it.

Zhou Wu turned his gaze to Li Junren, who was also unsure of what to do next. Zhou Wu, noticing the Crown Prince's predicament, instructed him to continue training.

"Continue training."

"Yes. Continue training."

At this time, apart from the entourage, the Qingyang Army did not know that the visitors were the Crown Prince and Princess, and assumed they were just nobles.

"Zhou Wu, is standing still considered training?"

After watching for a while, Li Junren couldn't help but ask.

"Your Highness, this is drill training. It may seem simple and boring, but it is actually used to train soldiers' obedience and team spirit."

Li Junren himself was a martial artist, so when Zhou Wu said that, he calmed down and observed carefully, and he actually figured out some things.

The soldier stood motionless under the sun, sweat streaming down his forehead and down to his eyelashes and the corners of his eyes. Li Junren knew all too well the smell of sweat, but the soldier didn't wipe it away with his hands, or even blink. He just endured it. Li Junren was greatly impressed by this perseverance.

"Shh~~~ Dismissed, go wash up."

With the whistle Zhou Wu had given him in his mouth, Niu Er dismissed the soldiers after the order to disperse. Most of them ran towards their dormitories, since there were time limits for washing up.

"Niu Er, come here."

"Yes, Commander."

Don't let Niu Er's usual unserious demeanor fool you; when outsiders are around, he immediately reverts to the true nature of a professional soldier.

"This is His Highness the Crown Prince, and this is the Ninth Princess."

"Ah~~ This humble servant, Niu Er, the deputy commander of the Qingyang Army, pays his respects to Your Highness the Crown Prince and Your Highness the Ninth Princess."

"No gifts."

Niu Er's burly physique was indeed much more appealing than Zhou Wu's, and Li Junren couldn't help but take a second look at him.

"Commander Niu, would you be interested in serving in my Crown Prince's residence?"

"Uh~~~"

Faced with the sudden offer of recruitment, Niu Er was a little taken aback. However, it was clear that Niu Er still felt more at ease following his brother Wu. But he didn't want to refuse the prince to his face, for fear that the prince would lose face.

"Haha, it seems that Deputy Commander Niu is still willing to follow Zhou Wu. Then I won't force him."

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. Niu Er only wanted to guard the border for Dalong. It's not that I, Zhou Wu, have any special abilities."

"Yes, yes, yes... What Brother Wu said is exactly what I was thinking."

An awkward situation was resolved so easily.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince and Your Highness the Princess, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you? If you don't mind, why not try the food of the Qingyang Army?"

“Zhou Wu, how dare you! The Crown Prince and the Princess are of such high status, how can they eat pig feed?”

Before Li Junren could even speak, the accompanying eunuch beside him shrieked.

These words not only made Zhou Wu lose face, but also darkened Li Junren's expression.

Are you fucking an idiot? Even if you don't eat, don't shout it out loud. Good grief, are you afraid people won't hear you? If I don't eat now, does that mean I, Sergeant Da Long, am eating pig swill?

"Go away~"

Li Junren immediately dismissed the eunuch who had interrupted and walked towards the Qingyang Army canteen without looking back.

Seeing that the Crown Prince was angry, Zhou Wu naturally couldn't retaliate and simply led the way.

Li Junren sat down immediately, but the soldiers who came in one after another stood around the table without moving until Niu Er appeared again.

He Zhouwu, who was standing next to him, also stood up. Seeing that everyone was standing, Li Junren was too embarrassed to stand up. Then, Princess Li Xixue followed.

"Sympathy for the Peasants"

"Hoeing the fields at noon"

"Sweat drips onto the soil beneath the crops"

Who knows what lies beneath the food on the plate?

Every grain is the result of hard work.

"sit"

Hundreds and thousands of people recited "Sympathy for the Farmers" in unison, which immediately stirred up Li Junren's emotions once again.

"Who wrote Zhou Wu's poem? They are truly a great talent."

"Your Highness, this poem was written by Brother Wu to encourage everyone to cherish food and avoid waste."

Niu Er, fearing that Zhou Wu would be embarrassed, quickly answered the question from the side.

"I never expected you to have such talent, Zhou Wu."

"You flatter me."

"Your Highness, you probably don't know this, but Brother Wu was born a scholar."

"What?! Hahaha!"

Li Junren truly hadn't expected that a military general would actually be a scholar. If this were to spread back to the capital, he wondered what kind of uproar the civil and military officials would cause.

Then, one soldier from each table came out to serve food to his colleagues, while the others remained quiet and sat upright on their stools.

Zhou Wu naturally didn't need to get his own food; he had that little privilege, as the cooks quickly brought it to him.

White rice porridge, steamed buns, pickled vegetables, eggs, and surprisingly, a stir-fried cabbage with pork.

This breakfast was by no means simple in the Great Dragon Empire. Even his father, the emperor, only had a bowl of thin porridge and a plate of pickled vegetables in the morning. He originally thought that Zhou Wu had specially prepared something different for him and the others than for ordinary soldiers. However, when Li Junren turned his head to look at the table next to him, he was immediately unsettled.