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Chapter 917: Different dreams in the same bed?

The four personal guards following Shen Zhiyuan did not stop Huang Tuozi from wearing new military uniforms and the escort brought by Chen Zhiyuan.

After a while, Huang Tuozi borrowed a carriage from the night and rushed to Chen Zhiyuan.

After getting on the bus, Chen Zhiyuan shouted: "I will go to war tomorrow morning. I won't go back to the barracks tonight, so I will go home."

When I went home, I went back to Efu Mansion.

Prince Rui married his daughter, so he naturally wanted to get married in a glorious way.

The Fufu Mansion is one of the dowry purchased by Dorgon for his daughter.

The four personal guards silently got on the horse and followed behind silently. As long as Shen Zhiyuan was in their sight, they didn't want to worry about it.

The carriage slowly started, and Shen Zhiyuan leaned against the front wall in the carriage and whispered: "It's a bad thing."

Huang Tuozi shook his whip and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The news that was previously reported was fake. Dorgon deliberately told Yue Le, and then used Yue Le's stupid mouth to tell me. As a result, I, a fool, believed it and passed it to Wu Zheng."

Huang Tuozi exclaimed in a panic: "That's a really bad thing. You can't delay this matter. You have to find a way to tell the prince as soon as possible."

"What is it? Do you think the four people behind are dead?" Chen Zhiyuan cursed in a low voice, "The matter is not as serious as you think. I asked. The starting point of Dorgon's attack was Yizhen, and the target should be Yingtian Mansion. In other words, at the worst, the Qing army attacked was not under Wu Zheng's jurisdiction. In this way, at least Wu Zheng, even if he was caught off guard, would not suffer too much damage."

Huang Tuozi said anxiously: "But the Qing army went south from Yizhen and attacked Yingtian Prefecture, which was the capital of Yixing Dynasty!"

"So what about the capital? It's all about you and me! Unfortunately, Qian Qiaogong had already gone to Jiaodong to quell the rebellion two days ago, otherwise he could discuss it with him." Chen Zhiyuan blew up the soft pad under his butt with a little annoyed, and said hatefully, "To achieve his goal, do you think I don't want to deliver the news? But it's difficult to start a war in two days. Now set off immediately, it's probably not enough. At this time, the troops on both sides have been mobilized. Even if they arrive before the war starts, they will tell Wu Zheng that there is no time to re-mobilize and deploy. Do you think if it's not confident, Dorgon can tell me the truth?"

"Why don't Lord Shen let Changlin Wei send a detailed message?" Huang Tuozi thought for a while and asked.

"This is absolutely not possible. Dorgon must have sent someone to secretly monitor me. When this incident happened, Dorgon might suspect that my contact with the south was through Chen Mingxia, so he did not continue to investigate. If he contacted Changlinwei now to send a letter to the south, Changlinwei would probably be dug up by Dorgon."

Huang Tuozi suddenly said in a deep voice: "Or, let me go back and send the news!"

"No, once you leave, Dorgon will know that if the news doesn't come out, you and I will die, and it will be useless and there will be no time."

"What should we do? Should we just sit back and watch the Qing army seriously damage the Ming army?"

Chen Zhiyuan was silent for a while and said quietly: "Since you can't save it, why not choose to sit back and watch."

Huang Tuozi said anxiously: "If the Ming army is severely injured, how can we meet the prince in the future? If not, I have to think of going back and spread the news!"

Chen Zhiyuan said sternly: "This is a war! Someone must die, and there must be a price. Even if you and me are, they are still a thunder in the vast ocean. You must die when you deserve to die. Don't forget it. You said that Wu Zheng told you to listen to me in everything. This is the order."

"No matter what they ask you to do, you must follow it, even if you really surrender to the enemy or fight me head-on." Huang Tuozi thought of Wu Zheng's repeated instructions before coming to the north, and he was speechless.

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"Well, I'm attached."

The Duroge County Lord Dong'e brought six maids to welcome him in the door of the forehead.

Speaking of which, this Manchu woman could not see the boldness of the aliens, but she was a bit restrained by the Han woman.

No wonder, although Manchus are arrogant and look down on the Han people, they still advocate the Han culture of the Central Plains in their hearts.

Since the Later Jin Dynasty, all the children of nobles were educated by the Chinese literati, and even the little emperor was blessed.

Therefore, in the hearts of these teenage children, they can no longer see the roughness of the northerners, and their personalities are more like those of the Central Plains.

This has to admire the power of Confucian culture assimilation.

Although Chen Zhiyuan was full of annoyance, he was polite in front of Dong E.

It’s not that Chen Zhiyuan’s true love has devastated the Manchu woman, but Chen Zhiyuan knows that the Tartars should be killed and the women and children are innocent.

Besides, the woman in front of her has finally become her wife.

"Why should the princess welcome him personally? Just call the servants to come."

"Well, I will go to war early tomorrow morning. How can a wife not come to welcome you?" Thirteen-year-old Dong E looked like an adult, which made Chen Zhiyuan feel tender.

He gently put Dong'e's thin shoulders on his face, "It's not a normal thing for a man to go to war. Come on, go back to the house."

The two of them helped each other and walked into the house side by side.

"Well, is it coming back from Ama's mansion?"

"Yes." Chen Zhiyuan responded.

"Drinking alcohol?"

"yes."

"Ama punished you?"

Chen Zhiyuan was stunned.

"Why should I hide it from me? Although I am only a concubine, Ama has only me as a daughter after all. I know a lot more than Euka. Why should I leave the distance between you?" Dong'e sighed softly.

Just a few words make people unable to treat her as a thirteen-year-old girl anymore.

Dong'e gently hugged Chen Zhiyuan's body, put his face on his side and approached Chen Zhiyuan's chest, and said softly: "Well, I am a Han man. I want to do something for the brothers of the Han man. It's nothing wrong. In fact, I admire him in my heart. But after all, Ahma is Ahma. I can't hurt myself for you. Do you understand my thoughts?"

Chen Zhiyuan was silent, not because he was speechless, but because his heart was beating so hard that he had the urge to rush out.

He actually wanted to entrust it to Dong'e in his mind.

But the reason in my heart, the last trace of clarity, suppressed this thought.

If you are not of my race, your heart will be different.

Chen Zhiyuan recited silently in his heart, just like reciting the Tang Monk's spell.

Women, even little women, have keen six senses.

Chen Zhiyuan's mental change, which seemed to be there and not, was obviously felt by Shen Zhiyuan's chest.

Dong'e raised his head and asked softly: "After all I don't believe me, but I'm your wife."

Chen Zhiyuan slowly retreated, "I will get up early tomorrow and take a rest."

Taking a break early is not to sleep in the same bed, but to sleep in their own sleep.

Looking at Chen Zhiyuan's back as he left, tears fell from Donggong's eyes.
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