I don't know when Princess Kunxing fell asleep. Chang Yu extinguished the candle and listened to the howling cold wind outside the car window, wrapping the quilt tightly around him and thinking randomly in his mind.
It is easy for people to stay awake in difficult situations, but it is easy for people to stay awake when they are in a difficult situation.
The carriage was as warm as spring. Chang Yu was holding the knife in his arms, and before he knew it, the sky was getting brighter. The wind and snow outside stopped at some point, leaving the ground white.
Glancing out from the crack of the window, Chang Yu silently glanced around the car. Princess Kunxing was still sleeping with her head covered, so he gently got out of the car and felt the cold air. He couldn't help but shrink his neck. .
Standing in the car, I looked around at the vast white field. Several patrol sentries were walking back and forth. Wang Zhengnan was boxing next to the bonfire in the middle of the camp. To his surprise, Prince Zhu Cixiang was following his example.
Chang Yu had fought against Wang Zhengnan, but after he fought hard with Jiang, he did not gain any advantage in a short period of time and finally locked him up with ground tactics. Therefore, Chang Yu admired Wang Zhengnan's kung fu very much. When he saw Wang Zhengnan get up early in the morning to exercise, he admired him in his heart. What master didn't dance to the sound of a chicken and practice in the winter during the three cold days in the summer?
Wang Zhengnan practiced the internal martial art of combining hardness and softness. Each move was like flowing clouds and flowing water, and like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring. The prince followed each move and Chang Yu watched intently in the car.
The inheritance of martial arts relies on the frame of one move being passed down from generation to generation. This frame is also the martial arts routine. It’s just that every move and style of the frame in this era was refined through repeated practice and actual combat. The inheritors learned the frame. In actual combat, there are many masters who are better than their masters and better than others. However, due to the changes of the times, cold weapons and martial arts have no place to be used. These martial arts only have the airs and have not been polished in actual combat. They have gradually evolved into The inheritors who only had the flamboyance had a lot of experience and experience, even though they had no actual combat experience. As a result, batch after batch of "masters" were created and traditional martial arts skills declined. It has to be said that it is very sad. .
However, the era that the Ming Dynasty lived in was the era when martial arts were at their most prosperous and blooming. In the entire two hundred and seventy-six years of the Ming Dynasty, countless martial arts masters were born, and many schools were created at this time.
Chang Yu stood in the car and was mesmerized for a moment, until there was movement in the tent next to him. It turned out that the guards and caravan guys were getting up one after another... morning pee.
At this time, Chang Yu also felt that he was holding back his urine. When he saw some people walking up to the truck and taking off their pants, he started to urinate and scolded them. He asked them to go further and deal with it outside the camp. So many people could get very angry just by peeing. What's more? There were three other women in the car.
Chang Yu came back from peeing, walked to his car and took a quick look, and heard Song Luoyu's alert voice: "Who?"
"Ask the little maid to wait in His Highness's car," Chang Yu said and walked away. These women also had to solve their physical problems, of course in the car.
The camp gradually became lively, and people were busy making fires, making food, feeding grass and drinking water for the horses. Chang Yu watched Jiang Fa standing beside the bonfire in the middle of the camp and practicing push hands with Wang Zhengnan for a while, while he kept staring at the mountains in the distance.
Chang Yu walked over: "Master Jiang, what are you looking at?"
"There was such a heavy snowstorm last night, I wonder if the blood bat froze to death?" Jiang Fa laughed, Chang Yu shook his head: "That guy is very hard-working, there are plenty of places to take shelter from the wind and snow in the mountains, as long as you have fire on your body, you can find it everywhere." Dry wood for warmth.”
"It seems that we have to guard against him along the way." Jiang Fa frowned slightly: "It doesn't matter if it's just this guy. What I'm afraid of is still the ghost shadow killer."
Chang Yu smiled and said nothing. He felt that Jiang Fa was a little poisoned.
It was windy and snowy last night, and the snow on the ground was deep enough to cover the feet and reach the ankles. Fortunately, everyone was riding and the impact was not much.
After a hasty breakfast, Chang Yu and his entourage bid farewell to the caravan and set off first, walking leisurely along the official road. The mountain road behind the snow had its own scene. Princess Kunxing was so excited that she got out of the car to experience the most authentic nature. , seeing how interested she was, Chang Yu couldn't bear to push him back into the car.
Zhu Cixiang was still letting go of his nature, chasing rabbits and pheasants in the snow with a group of guards, running around and sweating profusely. Chang Yu just laughed and said nothing, "Have fun, have fun, you are so awesome." I guess you won't have many opportunities to have fun like this in your life, so cherish it, young man.
In the middle of the afternoon, everyone arrived in Lulong County.
I didn't want to stop, but the supplies were slightly insufficient. After all, the prince and Princess Kunxing couldn't eat dry food like them, so they ordered the team to take a break outside the city and sent people into the city to purchase. Zhu Cixuan brother and sister came again and shouted excitedly that they wanted to enter the city. play.
Chang Yu didn't want to, but Princess Kunxing's trip was just for fun and relaxation. If she had been hiding in the car, there was no need to leave the palace. Chang Yu was speechless and had nothing to say but agreed. He originally wanted Song Luoyu and Wang Zhengnan to follow her. He was fine as a guard, but when he thought of the Blood Bat, he felt uneasy, so he followed him into the city himself.
Naturally, the small border town was not as prosperous as the imperial capital, but it had a different charm. The Zhu family brothers and sisters had a great time walking around the streets, while Chang Yu followed with a few personal attendants to buy food.
Half an hour later, everyone had walked around Lulong County and purchased all the necessary supplies. Chang Yu was about to leave the city, but Zhu Aona said, "It's already noon. Why don't you go to a restaurant and have lunch before leaving? I don't want to leave." I haven’t had a good meal in two days.”
Chang Yu thought so, and he didn't mind delaying the meal, so he said, "Okay, I'll treat Miss Jiu to a nice meal today."
"You don't need to invite me. I'll treat you today." Princess Kunxing chuckled, and Chang Yu curled his lips: "Do you have any money? The eldest young master is so poor that even yesterday..." Seeing Zhu Cixiang blinking hard, Chang Yu said Say no more.
"He doesn't have it, I have it." Zhu Yuyao reached out and took out a money bag and waved it in front of everyone: "This is my private money."
"Hey, your majestic prince doesn't even have any private money?" Chang Yu approached Zhu Cixiang and whispered in a low voice. Zhu Cixiang shrugged with a wry smile: "I have some, but I forgot to take it with me when I went out in a hurry."
"Come on, I think you planned from the beginning to eat and drink all the time." Chang Yu rolled his eyes, and Zhu Cixi laughed loudly: "Did the dignified Admiral of the East Factory send these three melons and two dates?"
Chang Yu then ordered a few personal guards to send the purchased items out of the city, and they were looking for a place to eat. Over there, Zhu Aona rarely took the initiative to ask passers-by: "I would like to ask which restaurant in the city has good food." .
The passerby shook his head in confusion, and Zhu Cihong teased her: "It depends on the person when you ask about the place. This old man looks poor. It is very likely that he has never been in a restaurant in his life. He doesn't know which one is good or bad." After saying that, he went to the street to spread a cloth. Zhuang asked the shopkeeper.
"Wangguan Tower in the east of the city is famous for its wine and food in Lulong County. Every businessman who passes by must try it and everyone praises it."
Although Wangguanlou is well-known, the store is very cramped. It has two floors and four small buildings. It is at noon and there are many people coming here to eat. It is very bustling and lively. From the accent, most of them are foreigners who must be passing through Lulong. Came here for its reputation.
"Sir, how many of you are here to invite?" Zhu Cixiang stepped into the restaurant first. His noble appearance immediately attracted the waiter to greet him warmly. Zhu Cixiang looked back and said, "Eight or nine."
"Ouch, there's no room to sit there, there's only one table left." The shop assistant frowned.
"It's okay to squeeze in." Chang Yu stepped forward and said softly, and the waiter hurriedly said: "This young man, it's really hard to squeeze in. Our table can only seat six guests at most." Chang Yu glanced at it and it turned out that it was really not good. But seeing that there were some people who were not satisfied with the seats, he took out a broken piece of silver and said, "Just find another table to share."
"Okay, sir, please come in." The shop clerk grinned happily. Before he finished speaking, he glanced at the door. When he saw a group of people coming in, he quickly shouted: "Oh, Mr. Zhang Wu, it's an unlucky time for you to come here today. There’s no room”.
There was a crisp sound, and the shop assistant received a slap on the face. Chang Yu and others looked at him and saw that the one who hit him was a middle-aged man in his thirties. He had a smile on his face. It was so cold in this cold weather. He was holding a fan in his hand and said, "I didn't hear clearly what you just said."
