Turning misfortunes into good fortune starts with seizing the direct descendants in Kowloon

Chapter 65 The yellow robe is added to the body
  Outside Hongzhou City.

That night.

The eight-hundred-mile military camp was silent, with only the black-armored soldiers stationed at the entrance of the camp, and two firelights flickering slightly at the entrance of the commander's tent.

Many soldiers were sleeping soundly. They traveled around seven counties for half a month and fought hard to kill the enemy. Even if they were made of iron, they could not bear such exhaustion.

It's not that the physical strength can't keep up, but that the strings in the heart are always tight and there is no rest. The mental consumption is far greater than the physical body, especially for a martial artist.

The flames of the bonfire were jumping, and several Great Yan guards were sitting around.

"You think this battle has been going on for so long, running back and forth every day, when will it end." A young-looking soldier complained.

Another veteran with a thick beard under his chin smiled and said: "It's not good to fight. If you don't fight, where will you get the money and the wife?"

The veteran beside him snorted coldly: "How much money can you get from beating these crooked melons and cracked dates? They are not those monsters in the Western Frontier and Northern Lands."

The young soldier asked curiously: "Has this senior been to the Western Frontier and the Northland?"

The veteran proudly opened his clothes, revealing his scarred chest and arms, "Not only did he go there, but he also survived."

"What's it like over there?"

"The western border is full of strange monsters. There are a few monsters that are so huge that they block out the sky and the sun. It takes a lot of people to kill one of them. I almost lost my life there, but was finally killed by an inscrutable Taoist. Great help. The Northland Great Wall is similar to us, except that the people there are extremely ferocious and hard-hitting. They can’t be killed no matter what, unless their heads are cut off. Fortunately, there are many immortal gangs carrying long swords. We, the Great Wall in the North is hundreds of meters high, so long that we can’t even see the edge. We are pretty good, we just came to help, and those gods with long swords are stationed in that land of black mist all the year round. Thinking about it makes us shudder. people."

The veteran recalled briefly.

The young soldier didn't dare to think about what kind of monsters they were, so he could only sigh and said: "His Royal Highness the Third Prince is kind to us. We fought all the way and were rewarded with a lot of money."

"This is all the money that was robbed by those wealthy gentry. His Highness did not need it, so he gave it to us."

Having said this, they couldn't help but glance at the commander's camp, and many of them had gratitude in their eyes.

At this time, the oil lamps in the commander's camp were slightly yellow.

The burly and strong third prince Lu Guangyao rubbed his temples and stood in front of a huge map of the Great Flame drawn on parchment. He had not slept for more than 20 days since the expedition. At this point, even if he was practicing Even the spirit warriors can't do it.

Although the Qi Practitioner meditates and rests in a short time, he can meditate for half a day and offset seven days of sleep, but it still takes time. He doesn't even have time to take a nap, let alone meditate.

The reason why he didn't dare to slack off was because he couldn't afford to waste time. The eight disciples under Demon Lord Rakshasa were all remnants. As long as he delayed for one day, they would use the weird teachings to confuse more people and move to other places. .

In just a few days, we have moved through three or four cities, many of which are mountains and rivers. The importance of racing against time has been demonstrated. Soldiers are very fast. They must surround and kill the opponent before they reach the next city, so that they can be prepared. .

Now that five of them have been eliminated, only the last three are left to return to the court. However, the physical and mental limits of the soldiers have reached their limits and they can only take a temporary rest. Complaints can often be heard in the army, but they are all used by him with money. Pressed down.

"Your Highness, please rest for a while."

Two generals in red cloaks stepped forward and spoke softly.

Lu Guangyao glanced at his right-hand man and sighed.

"I must find the best marching route before dawn, otherwise I will let these rebels escape again."

The tall and elegant man on the left is Zhang Rucheng, the eldest son of Weiyuan Marquis.

The tall, swarthy one on the right is Bai Jingtao, the second son of Marquis Wu'an.

The two of them were childhood playmates. They practiced martial arts together and joined the army together when they grew up. Both have attained the level of masters in the Sixth Realm. This time, in order to train the descendants of their families, the seven princes sent many young people to the army. Based on experience, Zhang Rucheng and Bai Jingtao were the first to join the army in the Hou Mansion.

"Let's do it. As the coach, His Highness, why do you have to do it yourself." Zhang Rucheng took the initiative to invite him.

"Yes, we have fought dozens of battles with His Majesty. We can still do this little thing. If His Highness collapses from exhaustion when the battle begins, what should we do?"

Lu Guangyao weighed the pros and cons and finally agreed.

"Then you can help me draw. I'll go to camp first and then take a nap."

After saying that, he gave the pen to Bai Jingtao, opened the curtain himself, and went to sleep in the back.

After a while, he was snoring loudly. It was obvious that he was still too tired and almost fell asleep.

"I don't know what your Majesty thinks. His Royal Highness, King of Chu, is rough but fine. He is extremely talented in martial arts, proficient in the art of war, and is both civil and military. He is so caring for his subordinates, but he is not a prince."

Bai Jingtao defended Lu Guangyao.

"My father asked me to test His Highness King Chu's attitude, but a few days have passed and the war has been tense. There is no chance at all." Zhang Rucheng, the eldest son of Weiyuan Marquis, shook his head.

"Did your father also tell you?" Bai Jingtao's eyes flickered. Zhang Rucheng looked surprised and nodded slightly: "Yes, my father said that His Highness's attitude towards the throne is still a mystery."

Bai Jingtao thought: "If His Highness wants to fight, then of course it won't be a problem. Besides, the military sons of the seven princes are all over the Great Yan army, and they generally advance and retreat together. I'm afraid that His Highness the King of Chu doesn't want to fight."

Zhang Rucheng also agreed very much.

"His Royal Highness the King of Chu is still too honest. He is not very good at fighting for power and does not care about it. This is the main reason. Otherwise, the Hou Mansion would not have supported the eldest prince before."

"It's better to ask after the fight, otherwise His Highness may be angry."

While Bai Jingtao was drawing, Zhang Rucheng opened the curtain and walked to the back tent to take a look at Lu Guangyao's condition.

But unexpectedly, he discovered something covering the other person's body, which looked familiar.

If you look closely, you will see that it is actually a yellow dragon robe!
  This really startled him, and he quickly called Bai Jingtao to come over and check.

Both of them were extremely shocked.

"Do you think His Highness is hinting at us?"

"It's very possible that His Highness himself is too embarrassed to speak, so he can only do it in this way."

Zhang Rucheng looked very excited.

"The scene that my father most hopes to see is for His Royal Highness the King of Chu to take the initiative to express his feelings so that he can take another step forward. After being the Marquis of Weiyuan for twenty years, he has been unable to turn this 'Marquis' into a 'King'. Maybe His Highness will be able to do it after he ascends the throne."

"I have to tell my father the news quickly!"

After Zhang Rucheng said something to Bai Jingtao, he quickly ran out of the camp.

at this time.

Bai Jingtao threw away the pen in his hand, walked to the back tent where he was snoring with an expressionless face, and changed the dragon robe on the other party into a yellow python robe, so that it would be perfect.

He murmured in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, this is also the choice I have to make in order to inherit the Hou Mansion. In fact, this is also for your own good."

After dawn.

Lu Guangyao woke up slowly, feeling that his whole body was full of energy and his energy had been fully restored.

After walking out of the handsome tent in a hurry, I found that the noble families of the major princes, as well as Weiyuan Hou and Zhongxin Hou themselves, were all ready to go. Everyone looked at me strangely.

With anticipation and a little fanaticism.

This made him a little confused. What kind of wrinkles could he have on his face?
  Or should I say that I had such a good rest last night that I was so excited when the war started?
  "Your Highness, how did you sleep last night?"

Zhang Rucheng greeted with a smile.

"good."

His father, Marquis Weiyuan, looked suspicious and asked, "Is the yellow robe that His Highness wore last night real or fake?"

"What's true or false? The clothes I wore when I slept last night were indeed yellow." Lu Guangyao frowned.

When Marquis Weiyuan and Marquis Zhongxin heard this, they looked at each other and saw the joy in each other's eyes.

At this time, Bai Jingtao interrupted loudly: "His Royal Highness, King Chu, hide your secrets!"

"I'll understand later!"

Zhang Rucheng and the generals replied loudly: "We will understand!"

Most of the people present were worried, but Lu Guangyao was the only one who didn't understand what was going on.

But he had no time to think about it. The sun was rising gradually, and he had to hurry up and pursue the pursuit.

"Give me the order, start dialing!"

He shouted loudly, like a loud voice, which spread throughout the army, and the standard-bearer waved the flag of action.

The army moved towards the next state and county.

(End of this chapter)