Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 21 Scrap!It's him again!
Murong Zheng's eyes slowly swept across the crowd, he has been in power for many years, how could he not know the flamboyance of these ministers?

These personal finesse, meritorious errands that can make great contributions are definitely scrambling to do them.

Once encountering something of no merit but hard work on the contrary, it will be the same as now, and everyone will pretend to be dead.

Before he finished scanning the circle, he caught sight of a shaking figure from the corner of his eye. He looked around and saw Murong Li, who was standing at the head of the line, get out of the line.

"Father, my son is willing to lead the army!"

A little gratification flashed in Murong Zheng's eyes, but in an instant he regained the majestic and serious demeanor of an emperor.

"Okay! I order you to appoint a thousand light cavalry and set off for Danyang on a certain day. You must wipe out the rampant bandits and return the people to peace!"

"My son obeys the order!"

After the court was over, Murong Li returned directly to Prince Gong's Mansion, and ordered An Tai and An Mu to go and hand-pick the troops, and after a while, An Tai came back to report.

"My lord, the people and horses have been arranged. However, a letter came from Lao Yang's house today, saying that his mother is critically ill, and he may not be able to travel with us. The lord will see who he can find to replace him."

Whether it is marching and fighting or ordinary bandit suppression operations, there are military doctors in the army.

Lao Yang was an honest man with solid medical skills and a prudent personality. The most important thing was that he would not shake like other military doctors when he saw Murong Li.

Therefore, since the first time he led the army, the military doctor under Murong Li's command had never been changed. When he was suddenly asked to change, Murong Li really didn't know who to change.

Murong Li frowned and thought for a while, a certain person's face flashed in his mind, and a compelling light flashed in his eyes.

"Prepare the horse! This king is going out of the palace!"

An Tai didn't know why he had to leave the mansion just after he came back, but seeing his expression, he didn't dare to ask any more questions, and immediately ran to prepare the horse.

After half an hour...

Shen Jingshu and Uncle Zhang returned from shopping and were about to move the medicinal materials to the warehouse in the back hall when they suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes galloping towards them.

Shen Jingshu raised his head involuntarily, and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

She seems to have a special affinity with horses, and every time a horse passes by outside the hospital, something will happen to her.

She was already alert to the sound of horseshoes.

After seeing the rapidly approaching person in the distance, the corners of Shen Jingshu's eyes twitched, his whole face became ugly.

Tyrant, it's him again!

But don't tell her he's here for her.

Otherwise, she will have a shadow over the horse in the future!
After a while, the steed stopped steadily five feet away from the three of them, and the tall and mighty figure enveloped the three of them. Shen Jingshu's face could no longer be described as cloudy.

wipe!
Really came to look for her, really haunted!

Can't he keep a distance from her and never appear in front of her eyes?
With slander in his stomach, Shen Jingshu asked with a very bad attitude: "Is the prince here to see a doctor?"

Murong Li held the reins with both hands, and looked down at Shen Jingshu condescendingly, his whole body overflowing with arrogance, as if a high-ranking king was inspecting his own territory.

"This king is here to inform you that you will arrive at the East Gate before [-]:[-] tomorrow morning, and go with me to Danyang to destroy the bandits!"

Bandits?

Shen Jingshu blinked blankly, really wondering if she was hallucinating.

But looking at the tyrant's posture and aura, she knew that she was awake.

only……

"My lord, are you sure you're awake and not sleepwalking?" Shen Jingshu asked with raised eyebrows.

No matter how you look at her now, she is a frail scholar, who can't lift her shoulders or hands, let alone wield a big knife and a spear domineeringly. How could the Tyrant King suddenly think of taking her to suppress the bandits?

(End of this chapter)