Is the prince abolished today?

After the start of the war, the Ministry of Households and the Ministry of War were not as busy as they were during the preparations for the war. They only needed to supply supplies on time based on the basic needs of the front line. Moreover, in many cases, the water from a distance could not solve the fire near the fire. When it came to ordinary materials other than special weapons, Mu Yun was usually responsible. In the name of the cabinet, send a letter to the local state capital to support the front line nearby.

Emperor Changping had been in the cabinet for more than ten days, and when the army arrived in southern Xinjiang safely and the front and rear affairs were running smoothly, he boldly handed everything over to Mu Yun for ruling.

Mu Yun's performance really lived up to Emperor Changping's expectations, and even surprised him. This young prince who has not received any systematic training since he was a child, only studied with him and other elders for half a month. In particular, the affairs of the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Households are well understood, and they can be handled with ease.Only occasionally when encountering a problem that is really difficult to resolve, would he go to the Chengqing Hall or the Imperial Study Room to ask Emperor Changping for advice.

What's even more rare is that Emperor Changping faintly saw in his prince the vigor and courage that even he himself did not have.In just a few days, the boy who used to put on a bad face to him seemed to have grown up suddenly.

"After all, the children taught by Wei Zhao are really different."

In private, Emperor Changping couldn't help sighing with his personal chief executive.Thinking about the few incompetent ones he brought out with his own hands, Emperor Changping often wondered if there was something wrong with his own education methods?

If not for his blood flowing all over his body, how could the finished product be completely different.

Wang Fulai is not easy to answer this kind of proposition, and based on the ever-changing truth of flattery, he said sincerely: "From my slave's point of view, Weihou's teaching is good on the one hand, and more importantly, your majesty has taught me well during this period. His Highness can learn so quickly only when he sits in the cabinet every day and gives instructions personally. Of course, the cleverness of the young Highness is really similar to that of His Majesty when he was young."

As expected, His Majesty enjoyed flattering and eating comfortably. After acquiescing to this fact, he ordered very carefully: "Go to the imperial dining room and tell them that from now on, you will be given a copy of all the cooling drinks available in the Chengqing Palace. The cabinet. The weather is so hot, and the crown prince is weak, so don't worry about getting sick."

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Mu Yun is actually not as good as Emperor Changping looks, but he is not so weak that he falls ill.

He gets up early and works late every day, forcing himself to quickly understand and win the overwhelming number of official duties since the start of the war. His greatest motivation is to do everything possible to help Wei Zhao win a beautiful battle.

Even though he is very proficient in handling all kinds of affairs now, he still doesn't like these boring and boring things from the bottom of his heart.He missed Master.During the day, he can numb his nerves by relying on his never-to-be-forgotten official duties. At night, when he is sleeping alone, his thoughts are like a wild beast breaking out of a cage. He couldn't breathe.

During the initial period of the war, Mu Zhao often sent letters, but as the war became more and more stalemate, Mu Zhao's letters were cut off.After the Mu Dynasty formally declared war, Nanzhao put the whole country's troops on the southern border, declaring its ambitions to the world. The people of the southern border villages headed by Miao Village were unstable and vacillating. This battle was not easy.

His only consolation is the battle report sent back from the front line every ten days.

If the battle report is ready to arrive, he can read that short page over and over for a whole day, especially when he sees the words "great victory" and "how many enemies have been killed", his eyes are burning, his fingertips are trembling, and his heart is also cheering Screaming, as if he had cut off those heads himself with a knife.If the battle report was delayed and he couldn't arrive as scheduled, he would start to have nightmares all night long. Sometimes he dreamed of Wei Zhao fighting alone, covered in blood, and sometimes he dreamed that Wei Zhao fell into the enemy's trap by mistake and smiled at him. Wave for another scene.

He woke up from the dream countless times screaming, with cold sweat on his forehead, face, and body, and there were even residual tears in the corners of his eyes.Since he was a child, he has always been a very insecure person. It is only because he has been used to breaking pots and wrecking over the years that he has gradually become less concerned about gains and losses.But since Wei Zhao left, this weakness of his started to move around again, and showed his ferocious minions.

He sometimes thought desperately that Southern Border was thousands of miles away from the imperial capital, and it would take ten days at the earliest for a battle report to arrive. This also meant that if something happened to Wei Zhao, he would not know until ten days later.At that time, the master's bones will probably be cold.What should he do.He dare not imagine.

Every time he thinks about this, the young man feels as if there are countless sharp claws scratching crazily in his heart. He wishes to leave everything behind and fly to the southern border.He doesn't want any responsibilities or obligations, as long as he stays with the cheap master, even if he is really in danger, he can see it immediately, live with him, or die with him.

But when he went to the cabinet to deal with affairs during the day, he was able to miraculously return to normal, pulling his mind out of the sea of ​​negative emotions and putting it back in place.

He is the prince, his rear, anyone can mess up, but he can't.

Gao Jili was the first to find out that something was wrong, because his obedient little Highness began to lie down in the bookstore all night looking at the stars again, and even the sweetest freshly squeezed watermelon juice couldn't arouse his interest.

You know, since His Royal Highness and Marquis Dingbei met each other, this kind of situation has rarely happened.Gao Jili was distressed and helpless, but he had no way to persuade him, so he could only stand silently in the yard to accompany him.

One night, Mu Yun was still lying on the window sill looking at the dark night sky in a daze, when suddenly something fell from the eaves and hit the boy's nose.The boy picked it up and saw that it was a yellowed leaf.

Before I knew it, autumn had arrived.

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The next day, Mu Yun had a rare leisure, and was able to free up his hands to deal with the backlog of affairs of the Habayashi Army.After busy work, it was already dark, so Mr. Wu invited Mu Yun and Ji Huai to the mansion for a drink.

Ji Huai naturally accepted the invitation readily. Mu Yun was not interested at first, but thinking that he would be thinking wildly by himself after returning home, he nodded and agreed.

The three of them drank until midnight in the flower hall of Wu Mansion, and the topic inevitably turned to the war in southern Xinjiang.Ji Huai was a little overwhelmed, and sighed regretfully: "It's a pity that the Yulin Army can't get away here, otherwise I really want to follow Dingbeihou to the southern border battlefield to learn a lot!"

This really hit Mu Yun's heart impartially.

The young man took a sip of wine and said lightly: "What's so good about going to the battlefield? I'm not afraid that my family will worry."

"Hehe, Your Highness is wrong. In ancient times, there is a country first and then a family. It is the responsibility of a man to gallop on the battlefield and defend the country. How can we simply balance the pros and cons? Besides, the mother and younger siblings of the last general Every day I look forward to the last general becoming a great general!"

"As for the wife? The general has made up his mind. Before the general goes to the battlefield, he will never get married! The general now finally understands why Marquis Dingbei is still alone at this age, and has no intention of marrying a wife at all. .As the god of war, his wife and children are a burden to him, so it's better to be alone, unrestrained and carefree..."

Vice Commander Ji was so drunk that he didn't close his mouth, so he didn't notice the increasingly ugly face of His Highness the Crown Prince opposite.Fortunately, Mr. Wu took over the conversation in time, and said: "My subordinates feel that Dingbeihou's attitude towards marriage matters has nothing to do with whether he goes to the battlefield. Even if Dingbeihou really marries his wife in the future, Mrs. Dingbeihou doesn't have to worry about it at all. The Marquis is concerned about his safety."

Mu Yun stared at him immediately and asked, "Why?"

Mr. Wu smiled slightly: "Because Dingbeihou is not an ordinary general, but the general god of our Mu dynasty. Throughout the ages, how many generals can be called gods. Dingbeihou's great achievements are not only based on force, It is also a great strategy to rely on strategizing to win thousands of miles. No matter how powerful the enemy is, once they encounter Dingbeihou, it will be their misfortune and nightmare."

Although Mr. Wu's evaluation inevitably contained his own idol worship, but Mu Yun was full of energy and comfortable when he heard it, and even the depression that had been accumulated in his chest for a long time was wiped away.

"This cup, I wish Ding Beihou and all the soldiers can defeat the enemy and return triumphantly!"

The young man drank the wine in his glass, and couldn't help thinking that a talent like Mr. Wu is really suitable for him to be the prime minister.Especially the kind who can understand the king's heart!

Perhaps Mr. Wu's words really served as a reassurance. That night, for the first time, Mu Yun did not have any nightmares, and even vaguely had an absurd dream of a cheap master wearing a wedding dress and stepping on auspicious clouds to marry him.

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After the winter, Mu Yun began to draw ninety-nine pictures to dispel the cold.

Successive victories in southern Xinjiang, the army may return to the court ahead of schedule, Wei Zhao, the commander of the three armies, has finally had a chance to catch his breath. The battle reports gradually began to include private goods, sometimes handwritten, sometimes sour letters, and sometimes made by the people in the village. gadgets.Mu Yun collected the letters one by one, pressed them under the pillow, and read them over and over again.

The young man outlines every day's cold-elimination pattern with one stroke, his heart is like an ant on a hot pot, and he is looking forward to the arrival of the New Year's Eve every day.Finally, in the middle of the twelfth lunar month, a heavy snowfall fell in the south without warning, the mountains were blocked by the heavy snow, the roads were blocked, and the army was almost blocked outside the Shuzhong Pass.

This time, no matter what, I can't rush back.

Mu Yun thought of the promise that Master Yi made to him when he was leaving, and felt infinitely depressed.I thought this year's Chinese New Year would be different from the past, but I didn't expect it to be another joyous occasion.

Since New Year's Eve, there have been constant banquets and sacrificial activities in the palace. As the prince, Mu Yun has to wear a heavy dress every day to cooperate with the ceremonial officials to carry out those tedious procedures.

The days passed quickly, and before you knew it, it was the Lantern Festival, and the imperial capital also ushered in the third heavy snow this winter.

At the end of the dinner, the sky and the earth were completely white, and the entire imperial city, from the palace roads to the palaces and pavilions, was covered in silver and covered with heavy snow. The palace people had no time to clean the roads, and the feather-like snow flakes accumulated again.

The carriages that came to pick up people from various prefectures stopped outside the gate of the palace early, and the officials who attended the banquet with their family members boarded the carriage together in a lively manner, and even came to the banquet alone, but the family members had already sat Li waited desperately, and would stick his neck out of the car window to have a look every few moments.Mrs. Wu also personally brought the housekeeper to pick up her husband and son. Even Ji Huai, as soon as he left the palace, was immediately greeted by younger brothers and sisters.

Mu Yun was unwilling to walk alone among them, so he simply sat on the railing and drank a pot of wine before stepping on the snow and walking out of the palace gate.

Gao Jili could see that His Royal Highness was in a bad mood, so he wrapped the cloak on the boy silently, and didn't dare to speak too much, but he was anxious in his heart, why didn't Marquis Dingbei come back yet.

When the two of them were about to reach the gate of the palace, Gao Jili saw that His Highness stopped suddenly and did not move forward.

"Your Highness?"

Gao Jili was surprised, thinking that Mu Yun had left something or had other orders, but following the young man's gaze, Gao Jili also opened his mouth wide in surprise.

On the snowy ground a few feet away, there was a handsome and straight silver-white figure standing quietly. The young man stood with his sleeves behind his back, towering like a jade mountain, with snowflakes on his shoulders. He was bathed in the cold snow light, revealing It's a bit unreal.

"What's the matter? You can't even speak after seeing Master?"

"Come on, call Master to listen."

After a long time, the corners of the man's lips twitched slightly, and the usual playful smiles fainted in his eyes.

The young star's eyes trembled slightly, and snowflakes fell from his eyelashes. He immediately dropped the flagon in his hand and ran over quickly.

On the night of the Yuan Dynasty, the lights of the imperial capital were on all night long.The continuous lights melted with the boundless snow light, overlapping the figures of the two people, reflecting it for a long, long time.

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