Zhou Guangyu always felt that Xuyang was actually quite similar to Zhou Guangming, lively and active, and often made people confused and didn’t know what they were thinking in their minds. On the contrary, Lu Yuan beside Xiaojiu was more stable.

Zhou Guangyu teased him while dismantling what Gu Xiying brought to him, "Yes, yes, the messenger is not as fast as you go back and forth. It's okay if you are tired, but the two horses I give you are good. Don't get tired of them at least."

Xu Yang was a little confused. It is said that people who were extremely tired would be confused as if they were drunk. Xu Yang felt that his mind seemed to be a little stagnant, "Hehe, it's okay. They are fine. Min and the princess even asked me to bring words to the master, saying, saying, huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

If Xu Yang hadn't fallen asleep, the cry would have been quite loud, Zhou Guangyu would have almost thought something had happened to him.

"I don't know how to cherish myself and compete with the messenger." Zhou Guangyu had no choice but to put down what he had in his hand, and called someone to come in and move Xuyang to the small couch beside him. He was too lazy to send him back to his tent, so he just rested like this.

Zhou Guangyu put two bags, one big and one small, on the table, picked them up and patted the dust, carefully untied them layer by layer. His heart was like a drum.

His first battle was fresh everywhere, but his father was led by his side and talked about the hatred and suffering between Daqi and Xijiang. He felt that the battlefield was his lifelong responsibility.

Originally, when I sent a letter back to Jingyang, I was on a whim. I always said that the border soldiers wrote letters from home every month, and I was in a bad mood for outsiders, so I couldn't wait to experience it.

It's just these two burdens.

These two burdens are like the concerns received by the family members of the long-lost wanderer. They are warm, excited, and a little unspeakable sour throbbing.

Zhou Guangyu didn't know why, but he was unpacking the package now. He had unpacked many gifts in his life, and had never been as fresh as he is now.

A sachet of mugwort, a sycamore leaf fan, a bundle of ginkgo branches, a handful of orange and tree meatballs, and a foot of grass and wood pulp coarse cloth.

What are these?

Zhou Guangyu was confused. Apart from this sachet, he had no clue at all. He had no idea about it. He had to look at Xu Yang who was sleeping on the couch next to him, hoping to wake him up and ask him clearly.

After a while, Zhou Guangyu grabbed the sachet in his hand and entered the inner room in a piss.

It would be better not to come back so quickly. Instead of seeing someone, you don’t know anything, you might as well know that this person is on the road. Zhou Guangyu thought to himself.

The next day, Zhou Guangyu got up early, went to the emperor's morning class, and read a few pages of documents. When he returned to the camp, the missing moment had passed. Xu Yang sat up from the couch and patted his chest, as if he was afraid of throwing away his things. In the hazy sight of Zhou Guangyu standing in front of the couch, he was shocked and suddenly remembered that he had returned to the camp last night, and he couldn't help laughing. He wanted to fall asleep.

Seeing that Xu Yang was still not very sober, Zhou Guangyu grabbed him, shook it, and said, "I'm going to pull out the camp in half an hour. If I can't afford it, I can't even catch up with the food, but you'll be hungry for a day."

Xu Yang pouted with his mouth humming, got up and walked out, closed his eyes and touched the jerky on his chest, and seemed to have two pieces of dried meat. He chewed it randomly, and then Zhou Guangyu called him again, "Your brother Chen Cheng is afraid that you will be hungry, so he will get you a meal and put it on the table. It's really a life of a young man, and people will think of him wherever he goes."

Chen Cheng was a staff officer in the army, with a careful and meticulous attitude, and also cared about the logistics and omissions of these princes' tents. Unlike ordinary military officers, those who can take care of the princes' tents must be the emperor's confidant.

Chen Cheng is not old, but he is very calm. His father is also the son-in-law of General Zhenyuan. His grandfather's family is the same as the Xuyang family. There are only one loyal and wise men left in the family. In addition, Xuyang is sweet-mouthed, so he takes good care of Xuyang, a younger brother.

"The master will not ignore his humble position." Xu Yang drank the mixed grain porridge in a hurry, and even chewed it, and his words were vaguely unable to hear clearly.

Zhou Guangyu didn't care about him. Seeing that he was still talking in his mouth, he couldn't help laughing, just asking him not to be anxious and choked. The relationship between the master and the servant since childhood was a child, and they usually have no seriousness when they get along with each other.

Xu Yang also sat down without a sitting posture. He stepped on the little squat and didn't sit down. He was eating the wind and clouds. He also said, "Master, have you seen what the princess brought to you?"

Zhou Guangyu originally saw that she had to eat for a while, so he sat at the table to sort out the books and materials for the past two days. When he heard Xu Yang ask curiously, he frowned and said without thinking, "Eat it well and eat, and then talk after eating."

"Hey, hey, I know that I am wrong." Xu Yang responded, and somehow Zhou Guangyu suddenly became a little unhappy. Not only did he shut up, but he also knelt down seriously, humming twice, like a little piglet.

Because he did not really go to the front line, except for the soldiers on duty, the generals were also wearing casual clothes from the military camp, which was much lighter than armor. Xu Yang ate the last bite of cake in his hand and saw that Zhou Guangyu had already hung the sachet he brought back last night on his waist.

That was a sachet made by Min and Princess himself.

He wiped his mouth with his sleeves randomly, and Xu Yang took two steps forward and talked about various matters after he returned to Beijing.

How pleased His Highness, knowing that His Majesty brought the master by his side almost every day to teach him, was very relieved, and told His Highness to be wholehearted and not worry about the palace, everything was fine.

He also talked about how His Highness Nine begged the Queen to go out at night and said half an hour at home. The envy and longing in his words were hard to express.

Zhou Guangyu listened seriously, but his hands kept moving. Hearing his younger brother pestered Xu Yang and repeatedly talked about the military camp, but the army was still moving. How many real interesting things can be? The younger brother couldn't listen to it. He was so eager to grow up quickly. Zhou Guangyu had a loving smile on his elder brother's lips.

"He is only twelve years old, so what's there to worry about? When his father sets in the Western Xinjiang, I'm afraid that when Xiaojiu grows up, there is no need to come to the poisonous insects and smoky places in the Western Xinjiang." Zhou Guangyu said lightly and confidently.

"Yes, the same thing happened to Bei Yi. Your Highness Ninth returned to the palace happily." Xu Yang nodded. "I also said that if there was anything, I would wait for my master's letter to my home in the palace."

"How can I always write this and that for him?" Zhou Guangyu shook his head. He is not a storyteller in a teahouse restaurant, so he uses himself as a script.

"Your Highness the Queen did not ask you to bring anything. However, when you go to the capital, you found a team of supplies. You were curious and asked. The captain said that Your Highness saw that we were still marching on the road on the Duanyang Festival, and the battle was definitely still in the poisonous moon. So he used his private warehouse to collect twenty carats of mugwort to help our soldiers get rid of evil spirits. The Western Xinjiang has the most evil spirits, so that the soldiers can rest assured. Calculate the way, and it will arrive in about three days, and be ready before the Duanyang."

These mugworts are good things to drive away evil spirits and avoid filth. They are common in Jingyang, but difficult to find in the northwest. Zhou Guangyu felt that the arrangement of his mother was really considerate. He did not interfere in military affairs, but moisturize things silently.
Chapter completed!