Strategy of Prince's Concubine's Rebellion

Chapter 983 I have a small request for Your Highness
What gave Murong Chen a headache was not only the fight between the dead girl and Fei Shi for favor, but also the greedy generals.

Before, it was just Zhang Shen who was about to have a meal, and from time to time he exhausted his wisdom and came up with various ways and excuses to come and have a meal.

After that, Deputy General Wang actually followed.

Later, on the day when the camp was closed for bathing, those people who had robbed the Princess of Chu's mutton together with General Zhang also came to eat.

There are various reasons that come up, and eight out of ten are irresistible.

Murong Chen felt puzzled.

Why are these big bosses suddenly so smart?
More brilliant than during the war?
He would never have thought that an expert would be secretly giving guidance on such trivial matters as eating, drinking, and eating.

Princess Yingxue looked at King Chen's angry look.

While pouring hot tea for him, he comforted: "Your Highness, don't worry.

It's just some food. If they like it, the slave can just make more. "

He clearly knew that what worried him was not the amount of food, but that it was okay to eat every other meal. It was really annoying to socialize with those big bosses every day.

But he still said: "Anyway, they are trying their best to make ends meet every day, so why don't I just do more for you?

Your Highness can also invite everyone to eat together.

The more people there are, the more lively it becomes. "

Murong Chen let out a cold snort from his nose.

It's not just lively, it's really lively!
Recalling Zhang Shen's mouth full of oil after eating, smearing the oil on his body, and then continuing to grab the leg of lamb, Murong Chen suddenly felt nauseous.

Princess Yingxue arranged his clothes silently.

King Chen has already ordered that flying stones are no longer needed when changing clothes in the morning and evening.

So during this period of time, Xiang Yingxue was the only one serving in the house.

She put on the clothes for King Chen and tied the girdle.

After hearing Murong Chen's deep sigh, she felt it was almost time.

He raised his head and said playfully: "If Your Highness is really upset, I have a good idea.

Not only can His Highness not hurt the hearts of the soldiers, but it can also make these people work harder for His Highness. "

Is there such a good thing?

Murong Chen looked at him in confusion.

Princess Yingxue took his arm and shook it.

"Your Highness just trusts me."

"Okay, let's talk about it." Murong Chen said solemnly.

Princess Yingxue paused and smiled.

"This slave can tell His Highness, but His Highness must promise me something."

really!

Murong Chen's face turned cold.

I knew this girl must have evil intentions.

He glanced at her nonchalantly, turned around and went outside to get his sword, preparing to go to the camp.

Princess Yingxue quickly followed.

"Your Highness, I do have a small request for your Highness.

But it will never harm the interests of His Highness and the State of Yan.

This slave has never asked His Highness for anything, so His Highness will just indulge this slave this time, okay? "

After hearing her last words, Murong Chen finally stopped.

He turned to look at her unhappily: "What's the request?"

Princess Yingxue thought to herself, if I say it now, I'm afraid you will refuse.

She continued to scratch his chest coquettishly: "Why are you so anxious, Your Highness?
I still don’t know if the slave method is effective. "

Seeing that she refused to say anything, Murong Chen raised his legs to leave again.

Xiang Yingxue stopped him again, hugged his waist from behind, and rubbed her little face on his back.

"Your Highness, this is really just a small personal matter for this servant. I will never embarrass Your Highness.

And the method that the servant came up with can not only help His Highness solve the problem, but also make the generals of Yan State loyal to His Highness. "

She turned to Murong Chen.

Standing on tiptoes, he rubbed his cold face with his two small hands.

"I promise, your Highness will definitely make a profit this time."

Murong Chen's cold face was warmed by the dead girl's little hands, and the temperature rose slightly.

The voice was still cold: "Okay!"

(End of this chapter)