Strategy of Prince's Concubine's Rebellion

Chapter 744: Looking better and better
But as soon as she made a move, the maid serving Princess Yingxue immediately became alert.

The little princess of Chu State has been favored by King Chen one after another, and she will undoubtedly become the mistress of the palace in the future.

His Highness asked her to serve him today, and she couldn't cause any trouble.

The maid serving the Princess of Chu's bath looked at the old woman standing beside her.

The two of them looked at the oiran of Wan'an City suspiciously.

The oiran of Wan'an City thought about it again and again, and finally calmed down.

The princess of Chu State has different intentions, and His Highness King Chen is vicious and cruel.

If two people like this get together, there will definitely be no good fruit in the future.

Forget it, let’s leave this place of right and wrong first.

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Xiang Yingxue thought Murong Chen had indulged in excess last night.

I will never find myself again tonight.
Unexpectedly, although he came back from the camp very late.

Not long after he entered the courtyard, he sent someone to call him over.

The next day I got up near noon.

This went on for more than ten days.

Before Xiang Yingxue could complain, Feishi Tiejia complained first.

Fei Shi looked at Murong Chen, who had just left the mansion and was taking a nap on the carriage with his head on his head.

He thought to himself, His Highness Prince Chen has always been in high spirits, but he has never been so tired.

Not long after you got up, you didn't even arrive at the main camp, and you started to feel sleepy again?

On the other hand, the little princess of Chu State is getting better and better. She is really hateful!
I'm afraid she has some evil intentions and wants to empty out His Highness.

If these evil women are not eliminated, the consequences will be endless.

Fei Shi secretly made up his mind.

The carriage entered the Yan Army camp, and Murong Chen hurried to the martial arts training ground.

Sitting at the square table at the general station, drinking tea and supervising the soldiers.

The new formation must not only resist Chu's fire cannon fire, but also must be able to gather strength to attack the city in a short period of time.

It’s really not easy to practice.

When General Zhang first led the Yan soldiers in the drill, they were quite impressive.

But not long after, because the formation was too complicated, the Yan soldiers on the training ground became chaotic.

Murong Chen frowned.

Slap the teacup on the table.He straightened his robe and stood up.

He strode towards General Zhang, snatched the flag from his hand, and went into battle himself.

With tied hair and black clothes, he looks majestic.

When the Yan soldiers saw King Chen practicing in person, their morale was greatly boosted.

Everyone's energy is much more concentrated than before, and there is no longer a sense of clutter.

Murong Chen felt proud and became more energetic the more he practiced.

Finally, he simply waved the command flag and led the soldiers to perform a set of marksmanship.

It was clear that he was about to fly into the air in the last move, but suddenly his feet gave way.

Not only did he fail to jump up, he almost fell to the ground in a panic.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and, under the pretense of a maneuver, fell back to where he was.

"it is good!"

Ironclad clapped his hands and shouted.

Other generals also cheered.

The Yan soldiers raised their spears and shouted loudly: "Your Highness is mighty! Your Highness is mighty!"

Fei Shi bit his lip.

Tiejia's eyesight is dull, so he can't see it.

Zhang Shenjiang and the others also cheered.

Clearly trying to flatter His Highness!

His Highness's complexion is, at first glance, because of...
overindulgence
talent.
Murong Chen listened to the cheers from the surrounding mountains and the sea.

It was clear that the momentum was great and the morale of the soldiers was shaken, but their hearts were beating wildly.

What's going on here?
But I only practiced for half an hour.

Normally, it would not be enough to warm yourself up.

At this time, it looked like he couldn't hold on any longer.

He forced down the worries above him and stood on the generals' stage with his robes fluttering.

He looked upright and well-deserved.

In fact, I was confused.

(End of this chapter)