The prince lacks training: the royal concubine

Yu Wuhen stood on a mountain top, looking at the flames rising from the paddock, feeling anxious.

"Have you found it yet?" He asked coldly.

Feeling that his voice was very impatient, the guard standing next to him became more cautious when replying, "Master, don't worry, our people have already searched in all directions. As soon as the King of Zhenjiang shows up, he will send out a signal!"

Yu Wuhen pursed his lips and said nothing, he knew that his subordinates were trying their best to find him, but he was just worried about Hai Weilan.He had promised Yuan Qiyan that she would be unscathed, and if she made a mistake, he would not feel better, and would even lose his promise to others.

He can be looked down upon by anyone, but he doesn't want to be looked down upon by that man.He lost in love, and he doesn't want to lose in anything else! [

In a short period of time, the paddock was already filled with flames, and the sounds of fighting from all sides became more and more passionate.He secretly clenched his fists, Qinglin didn't send out a signal, which means that the female brother is safe and sound, and there is nothing to worry about.The most important thing now is to find the king of Zhenjiang and complete the tasks entrusted by my sister-in-law.

While he was meditating, a dark red smoke column rose from the east, and the guard hurriedly reminded him: "Master, I found it!"

Yu Wuhen nodded, "Let's go!" Before he finished speaking, he was several feet away, and several guards hurried to follow.

Two miles to the east of the paddock, Zhenjiang King Mo Buzhong was sitting in the tent temporarily set up by the Zhenjiang army, listening to the news from all sides.

"General, the emperor's soldiers and horses are concentrated at the main entrance. Do you want to send some of the soldiers and horses from the other three sides to reinforce the main entrance?"

"No hurry!" King Zhenjiang answered two words leisurely.

"General, the garrison of Huaiyi Mansion is two miles away, do you want to send troops to intercept it?"

"No need!"

"General, there is water in the paddock, and the direction seems to be the palace..."

"Let it go!" He answered three words this time.

Several signal soldiers looked at each other, what happened to the general today?Talking two or three words and jumping out, people are also drowsy and can't lift their spirits.On weekdays, he can brighten his eyes when he mentions the things that happened on the battlefield in the past, why did he lose his energy when the fight really broke out today?

A signal soldier took courage, "General, please show me what to do next!"

"Hit!" This time it was more concise, just one word.

The signal soldier almost cried, who doesn't know to fight?But how to fight, where to fight first, and where to fight later, there must be a strategy, right?I wanted to ask again, when I suddenly heard someone outside the tent stop drinking, "Stop, who is it?"

There was the sound of fighting, and after a few screams, there was only a sound of tearing, and a hole was opened in the big tent. When the mountain wind poured in, it couldn't hold it anymore, and it fell apart with a crash.

"General, let's go!" Several soldiers set up Mo Buzhong and rushed out hastily.Standing still and looking around, I saw more than a dozen figures in Tsing Yi on the open space that the big tent could only see.One of them had long and narrow eyebrows and an outstanding temperament.

"Dare to break into our Zhenjiang army camp, who are you?" A soldier asked sharply.

The man regarded him as air, and his eyes stayed on Mo Buzhong's face, "Your Excellency must be the King of Zhenjiang, right?"

Mo Buzhong's back shivered from his substantial gaze, "You... who are you?" [

The man chuckled, "I am a friend of your Princess Qiong, you can call me Yu Wuhen!"

Mo Buzhong's eyes flickered, he knew Prince Qiong, but this was the first time he heard of the name Yu Wuhen, "You...what do you want to do?"

"Talk to you!"

"Talk about... about what?"

"Talk about your choice, strike, or..." Yu Wuhen took a step forward, his voice suddenly turned cold, "Let me kill you!"

Mo Buzhong felt an invisible pressure rushing towards his face, his face immediately turned pale, and he sat down on the ground and cried loudly, "I'm quitting..."