Wei Shu

Chapter 134 Cheese
In comparison, these special soldiers are usually used to suffering, but they are more able to withstand hunger and cold than these guys who are born as spies. People who have not received special training (specifically referring to Zhou Shang) can't do this at all.

Thinking about it this way, many people can't help feeling proud.

After a short rest, everyone went back on the road. Zhou Shang's physical strength was indeed inferior to this group of special soldiers, and he was always at the end of the line this trip. Behind him was a young man who looked like a thin monkey. Nickname is also called thin monkey.

The thin monkey is very clever, very good at climbing mountains and lurking in the wild, and is also a brilliant hunter, with first-class endurance and reaction.He was deliberately left at the end of the team by Zhao Ping. First, he could chat with Zhou Shang to relieve boredom. Second, if something unexpected happened, he could also protect Zhou Shang to leave immediately.

After turning over a short slope, the thin monkey sneaked up behind Zhou Shang and asked in a low voice, "Brother Zhou, how far is it?"

The topographic map in Zhou Shang's hand is a top secret. Except for Zhao Ping, no one in the team has seen it before, and they don't know the destination of the trip, and it is strictly forbidden to inquire about it, so the skinny monkey only dares to ask about the distance. , not as much as others.

Zhou Shang just got a big piece of meat, and he was in a great mood, so he stretched out a fan-like slap at him with a smile, first slapped the front, and then slapped the back.

The thin monkey was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked, "Ten? There are still ten miles?"

Zhou Shang shook his head.

The thin monkey's complexion collapsed: "So there are still a hundred miles?"

Zhou Shang laughed happily, raised his palms together, and opened his mouth to spit out two words:
"Ten days."

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When he stepped out of the threshold of the meeting hall, there was a gust of east wind blowing, and a few flower petals were blowing with the wind, and Bush turned his head slightly.

The sticky feeling from the neckline is still there, the wet coolness, like frozen and melted fat, just thinking about it in your mind is enough to make you tired.

It seems that the feta cheese should be eaten while it is hot. After cooling, the fishy smell is really bad.

But at this moment, the slightly fishy smell lingered in Bush's nose, even if there was a mighty wind in the middle of the courtyard, it couldn't go away.

He frowned, and soon let go, with a very calm expression on his face.

Turning out of the courtyard gate, and walking through a few lanes, the moon gate of the back garden can be seen in front of him, and there are only two guards left behind him.

Bush went straight into the garden, and didn't stop until he reached the depths of the flowers. He stretched out his hands and pulled the collar to the sides.

A small half of the bowl of feta cheese was splashed on his body, but fortunately he flashed fast, and his head and face were not splashed, but the neckline was still stained a lot, and maybe a few drops slid down the collar.

Bush stood expressionlessly, watching from a distance, as if admiring the peach blossoms in full bloom.

His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, put all his strength into it. He must have even wanted to kill someone when he threw the bowl of pastry out.

For three whole days, the root of the ten thousand taels of precious gauze could not be found out. Instead, it alarmed the real master behind Hengfu Bank and almost broke the matter into the imperial city. Fortunately, Empress Fu Lun acted in time to clean up the mess.

The anger of His Royal Highness can be imagined.

He has held back in the imperial capital for too long, and those disciplines, restraints, guidance and expectations have pushed his patience to the limit.

He longs to accomplish a great thing independently, and also longs to become a blockbuster, and even more longs to let those who control him know and face up to his courage and means.

However, things backfired.From the moment he ordered people to sneak into the private prostitution street, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince never had a smooth time, but suffered setbacks everywhere, and finally relied on the face of his elders and the Fu Lun family to save his face.

If Bush was at the prince's age, he might also be angry because of this.

However, they are different after all.

As the crown prince of a country, he should be able to endure the grievances that ordinary people can't bear, and plan great things that ordinary people dare not to do. After all, he is the monarch who wants to lead a country, not a wandering child who is angry at the slightest setback.

But the actual situation is that some actions of His Royal Highness are not as good as those of the floating boys. At least the floating boys are not so bad at hitting things. The monstrous thing hid in the past, but Bush, who was standing by the side, suffered the catastrophe.

"What a bird!"

A whisper squeezed out from between the teeth, whirled in the strong wind, and the lingering sound at the end was soaked in coolness, gloomy, like the cold air coming in and out through the cracks in the window.

Bush stretched the neckline further, but the sticky feeling was still uncomfortable. He simply took off his coat and threw it to the guards beside him.

Seeing this, another guard stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "Master, do you want to change clothes?"

Bush originally wanted to say "no need", but after a second thought, he nodded, "Hurry up."

The guards rushed away at the command, but Bush still walked forward, but his pace slowed down a bit, the calmness on his face gradually turned to anger.

Even in his own home, only in this deserted place can he reveal a little bit of his true mood.

Who taught him to be the "natal uncle" of His Highness the Crown Prince?

No one dared to accept the job of receiving the prince except him.

Now, Youshuai's Mansion seems to have become the prince's residence, but the patriarch, Bush, has become a normal person.

In terms of love, he is not good at competing with a junior; in terms of reason, a courtier should also obey the emperor's orders.As a result, Bush can only shrink his hands within a certain range, and many things can only be done in the dark, with many constraints, which makes people uncomfortable.

What a fool!
Bush's face was sullen, but he didn't curse out any more, but his eyes were filled with gloom.

He had never expected to find out about the private prostitution street during the audit.His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is really good at showing his claws without making a sound.

What's ridiculous is that as soon as the paw appeared, someone chopped it back, and added a handful of firewood to the fire, which burned the dog's face redder than the monkey's butt.

As soon as he thought of the situation where His Royal Highness was so angry that his face was livid and he smashed things around like crazy, Bush felt indescribably happy, and the depression in his heart seemed to dissipate a little.

He admitted that he had indeed underestimated the princes, or in other words, he thought the prince of the Jin Kingdom was too clever.

Anyone with a bit of a brain can see that His Majesty's decree only includes the word "check the accounts", but it doesn't say when the accounts will be checked or whose accounts will be checked.

And before the prince left, the queen mother urged him so earnestly. From this, it can be seen that although the two emperors and empresses are not in harmony, they have the same meaning on this matter, that is:

The edge of the knife is facing outward, not reaching your own body.

(End of this chapter)