Mad concubine comes: Prince husband take it easy

"Come on, come on! It's no use talking about these useless things. Let's go and have a drink!"

"Drink! I'll report to him in his camp later. Hahaha! Do you think he understands?"

"Ha ha ha!"

One person shouted, others immediately followed and coaxed, and a large group of people left.

In the camp.

Rong Jin sat at night while Su Muyan stood.

After a while, Rong Jinye said, "there's no one outside. You don't have to play my guard so dutifully."

"No one? It's obviously human outside, okay?" the seal has loosened since she came out of the fog forest last time. Su Muyan's senses are much sharper than what she says now. Any living creature within a radius of 50 meters can feel it close to her.

Rongjinye's camp is located in the center, surrounded by the tents of other generals. Not to mention, the patrolling soldiers pass by from time to time, and someone may break in at any time.

Rong Jinye faintly an eyebrow peak, "do you think who dares to break into the prince's camp without my command?"

"Er..." seems to be such a truth.

Su Muyan's spirit relaxed and sat down impolitely opposite Rong Jinye. "Why didn't you explain just now? They mistook me for Yunyao."

"The bodyguard can follow me at any time. Do you want to sleep in the bunk with a group of big men?"

Su Muyan swept around, "but what's the difference between here... And the general store?"

There is only one bed here. Although the place is certainly more spacious than the full berth, sleeping on the ground and sleeping in bed are completely two concepts.

Rong Jinye poured himself a cup of tea and handed it to Su Muyan opposite, "you sleep with me."

"Cough!" Su Muyan, who had just drunk a mouthful of water, was choked by himself.

"Why? You prefer to sleep in a bunk than sleeping with me?" Rong Jinye lifted his eyes and tail faintly, and Su Muyan inexplicably smelled a dangerous smell.

"It's not... It's just..."

"Your Highness, Prince." suddenly, the voice of the marshal came from outside the account.

Su Muyan immediately put down his tea cup and stood respectfully behind Rong Jinye. Rong Jinye calmly replied, "please come in."

The door curtain was stirred up, and the marshal took the lead, followed by seven or eight men dressed as generals. It took a while for a group to stand in front of Rong Jinye.

"See you, your highness!" a dozen people saluted irregularly.

Rong Jin's nose moved and frowned slightly, "have you drunk?"

The marshal immediately stepped forward, "Your Highness, forgive me. It's cold here. All the soldiers are used to drinking wine to warm up."

Warm up? Su Muyan glanced over and clearly saw several drunk eyes blurred. When he came in, his steps were vain. It was a little too warm.

"Yes! It's cold in our place at night! Your highness must not be used to coming from afar? Do you want to have two more?" someone raised his hand and raised a wine jar.

Many people have looked at it with joking eyes. This is their strongest burning knife here. Many people who don't drink often can't stand it. The prince from the imperial capital can fall down when the wind blows. Isn't it going to kill half his life?

He dare not drink! In this way, they also ran to their barracks to make trouble. Pack up your things as soon as possible and go back to DIDU!

"Nonsense!" seeing that the atmosphere was wrong, the marshal immediately came out and scolded.

"What nonsense, marshal? Our place is cold. It's our intention to bring wine to the prince!"

"Yes! It's our intention!"

……

"Your Highness is unwell and shouldn't drink alcohol. If there are three long and two short comings, who can bear the responsibility?" the marshal snapped.

Several generals humed two times without interest and were preparing to step down.

But suddenly I heard a voice say, "bring it."

Everyone was stunned.

Su Muyan was also stunned. She almost thought she had heard wrong. However, she looked down and saw Rong Jinye stretching out her hands and facing the general with the wine jar.

"Your Highness... This..." the marshal thought to come up and advise.

Rong Jinye just smiled calmly, "it's rare for everyone to have a heart. How can we refuse? Since we're here, the palace is the same as everyone. I'll drink this wine."

His voice was not high and his appearance was clearly weak, but such a light as a feather made the wine general who wanted to pick things on his own initiative pestle in place for a moment without moving.

The man next to him hit him, "what are you doing here? Go quickly!"

Then the general reacts at once and instantly recovers himself. The sick Prince is just bluffing. He really doesn't cry when he doesn't see the coffin. Then let you taste the taste of burning the knife!

He stepped forward and sent the wine jar to Rong Jinye, "Your Highness, please!"

Rong Jinye took it with one hand. Without waiting for everyone's reaction, he raised his hand and poured a big gulp on his neck!

Everyone clearly heard the sound of the liquor pouring down his throat, and even the surplus spilled on the spotless white clothes of Rongjin night. It was really a big mouthful!

"Good wine!" Rong Jinye put down the wine jar, and everyone was waiting to see his joke, but the weak Prince not only didn't fall down on the spot, but didn't even cough, with a faint smile on his face.

The generals were stunned and didn't know how to react for a moment.

"Can we start analyzing the war situation now?" Rong Jinye asked.

"Yes, yes!"

The generals were completely different from when they came in just now. It seemed that they had been thrown a basin of cold water on their heads, and they all became a lot numb.

The marshal coughed lightly and asked carefully, "Your Highness, are you all right?"

Rong Jinye waved his hand, "it doesn't hurt."

The marshal then retreated and threw the wine jar back to the general who had just made trouble. The general hurriedly caught it and unnaturally avoided the Marshal's eyes.

"Let's talk about it first, old minister. At present, we have had several face-to-face battles with Beiman, large and small. Generally speaking, more defeats than victories." the marshal recalled the course of several battles and gave a brief and powerful summary.

Another general immediately followed, "that can't blame us! The northern barbarians are so cunning! Their army is guarding the rear, but they send small forces to harass us from time to time. It's as annoying as flies! Fight and run. When we really send someone to chase, their troops will come up immediately. It's shameless. We'll suffer the final loss!"

"Why?"

Suddenly a voice came out. The people looked up and focused on the young bodyguard standing behind the prince.