Quick wear: She has turned over the big guys from all walks of life

Chapter 1169 Famine and Natural Disaster 329

Northwest frontier fortress, outside the military camp.

A carriage with the emblem of Prince Zhou's Palace was parked outside, which attracted the military guards to look at it frequently, just to see who was coming.

As far as they knew, King Zhou and Princess Zhou did not come; since King Zhou did not come to the northwest, it was impossible for King Zhou's concubines to come. Could it be that they were Princess Zhou's concubines?

A team of ten guards, all tall and powerful, with better equipment than any other in their army.

The guard must be someone of high status.

The coachman on the carriage jumped off the shaft, trotted to the carriage, brought a horse stool, and put it under the carriage. He opened the carriage carefully and respectfully, and a thin young man dressed in men's clothing walked out from inside. They were even more certain. Yes, he must be the concubine of Prince Zhou's palace.

It is strange that a concubine came with the prince but did not enter the military camp.

"Miss Cheng, please."

Guard Yu stepped forward and stretched out an arm with the back of his hand facing up, intending to help her get out of the car.

Mingyi raised her eyelids and glanced at him, then handed over the food box.

Guard Yu lowered his head slightly, took off his hand from the saber, and took the food box.

Mingyi then put her hand on his wrist. The wrist was wrapped with silk, so that it would not hurt his hand.

Someone helped her, and she took advantage of the situation and borrowed the strength of his arm to land on the horse stool.

"I have trouble with the guards. Could you please go and report it? I wonder if the prince is free to see me now."

Guard Yu nodded in response and turned around to hand the food box to the guard beside him. He walked up to the guard and took out the prince's attendant badge, "If you have any questions, please inform the commander. Mr. Cheng has come to the military camp."

"Okay, wait a minute."

The guard took the token with both hands and glanced at it, confirming that it was the token of the Crown Prince of Zhou Dynasty. After speaking politely, he quickly ran into the camp.

He was stopped by General Zhongwu in the camp and looked at him angrily, "What's going on? The army is so reckless."

"I have seen General Zhongwu. I am anxious to report to the commander that there is Mr. Cheng outside who wants to see him."

"Mr. Chen?"

General Zhongwu frowned slightly, "The young master named Chen in Fucheng, is he the young master of Chen Tongpan's family?"

But how did he get involved with the prince?

"This little guy doesn't know it, but the other guard has the prince's token in his hand."

"Then you go and report it."

General Zhongwu waved his hand and turned to the other side.

The guard touched the invisible sweat on his forehead and hurried to the commander's tent; he was stopped outside the tent by the secret guard An San who turned from darkness to light next to Zhou Ting. This person later came from the darkness. Those who were transferred from the guard camp inherited the order of the secret guards who died before.

"What are you doing? This is the commander's camp. Which camp are you from?" An San stretched out his hand holding a long sword to stop this person from entering.

The guard hurriedly took two steps back and bowed: "Your Excellency, the younger one is a member of Yan Baihu, a subordinate of General Yunhui. It is the younger one's turn to guard the camp these days; no, a Cheng came from outside the camp just now. Young Master, the other guard has the prince's token in his hand, so I hurriedly came to report it."

"Mr. Chen?" And the prince's token?

Miss Cheng? !

An San was secretly shocked, "Do you know where the other party came from?"

"The other party was riding in the palace's carriage, and I don't know about the others."

Dark Three: That’s right.

"You wait here, I'll report it."

"Okay, thank you, sir."

The guard smiled earnestly and apologized, as if he was eager for An San to report.

An San shook his head, lifted the curtain and walked in; the tent was silent except for the rustle of the wooden sticks drawn by Zhou Ting when he looked at the map. "Master, I have something to report."

"What's the matter?" Zhou Ting frowned and turned back, a little impatient.

"Returning to me, outside the military camp, it may be Miss Cheng. However, the soldiers below reported that it was a young master named Cheng who was riding in the palace's carriage. The subordinates thought it was Miss Cheng who came."

Zhou Ting's expression changed, and his impatience faded, "Please, go in person."

"Subordinates take orders."

An San quickly walked out of the tent and said to the guard: "Let's go and greet him."

The guard secretly slandered: His surname is Cheng, he is not from the palace, and when he rides in the carriage of the palace, even the people around the coach have to greet him, what is his identity?

Not allowing him to think any more, he quickly followed AN San's footsteps and arrived outside the camp together.

An San saw that the person was dressed in men's clothing. He was as thin as a bamboo pole and had his back to them. Looking at Guard Yu standing next to him, An San was sure and quietly breathed a sigh of relief. It was Miss Cheng. No doubt.

"Yu Guards."

"Hello, sir." Guard Yu had never seen An San before, and there was no such person along the way.

An San was considerate of the other party's ignorance and did not say much. Instead, he bowed to Ming Yi who had turned around and said, "Mr. Cheng, I've asked my subordinates to come down and invite you in."

"Thank you." Mingyi didn't know who the other person was, but the aura of this person was somewhat similar to An Yi and An Wu. He should be a secret guard, "Lead the way."

"Please."

Mingyi took the food box from the guard and was led by An San into the camp. Guard Yu did not follow him in, but waited outside.

The military camp is an important place. Unless the coach personally brings it in, these people cannot enter.

The guard returned to his original post.

An San led Mingyi through countless tents, large and small, and met many soldiers along the way. Since the war had not started, there were no casualties, so everyone was relatively safe.

No one spoke on the road, so Ansan just led people outside the commander's tent and raised the curtains.

"Master Cheng, please come in."

"Thank you."

Mingyi walked into the tent without squinting, and only took a quick glance, and the layout of the tent was clear at a glance; outside was the place where the soldiers were received, with a long table and a tall screen, with a topographic map hung on the screen, and in front of it was a sand table with a long screen. The table is outside the sandbox, and there are several benches around the table.

There are teapots, cups and other items on the table. On the left are several weapons and armors commonly used by Zhou Ting, and on the right is a couch.

Hearing someone coming in, Zhou Ting turned around and saw Mingyi, the slight frown between his brows loosened.

"Yiyi, you're here, why don't you rest a little longer at the palace?"

"It's been a day of rest. I didn't wake up until the sun went down." Mingyi smiled and walked to the front of the long table, then looked at Zhou Ting, "Have you had any rest today?"

Zhou Ting shook his head, "No time to rest."

"How can you do this without resting? The enemy troops should be pressing in soon. How can you fight without resting?" She shook her head in disapproval.

"It's okay, you can bear it, and you can rest when you have time. I just came here, and although I am familiar with the topographic map, I still need to conduct more field surveys. I went to see the field during the day, and now I come back to look at the topographic map. It is different. Feelings." Zhou Ting walked out of the sand table and sat down with her at the long table. When he saw the food box on the table, he slightly raised his lips and said, "Bring me something to eat?"

I couldn't help feeling warm in my heart.

His little girl knows that she feels sorry for him.

One chapter, one chapter, it’s too late, it’s too late to finish the manuscript~~~