Chapter 113: Just a useless person
It is indeed difficult to say no to Prince An, who has a gentle smile on his face.
But Song Yanxi always remembers her identity as a married woman.
She bowed and said in a distant tone, "Your Highness Prince An, if you have anything to say, please speak frankly."
Prince An's smile froze slightly, and he sighed softly, "My Lady, there's no need to be so vigilant. I mean no harm."
As he spoke, he took half a step forward.
Song Yanxi quickly took a half step back, her face slightly cold, "Your Highness, please respect yourself!"
Upon hearing this, His Royal Highness Prince An's face turned a little ugly, and he took two steps back with a hurt look on his face.
He apologized, "My princess, you misunderstood me. I didn't mean to offend you. I just want to ask for a favor."
Song Yanxi frowned, "Your Highness Prince An is of noble status, how could he even ask for help?"
Besides, she didn't think she could do anything to help him.
Prince An frowned, as if he felt that his behavior was inappropriate. He bowed to Song Yanxi and said, "I was anxious just now and frightened the princess. I hope the princess will not blame me."
Seeing that the army was about to set off, Song Yanxi hurriedly said "It's okay" and turned around to get on the carriage.
Prince An's anxious voice came from behind, "This journey is dangerous. I hope you will take good care of yourself and take good care of my fifth brother for my father and me."
Song Yanxi paused slightly, did not answer, and got into the carriage directly.
On the other side, Zhuang Shihan, who had been staring at this side, gnashed her teeth in hatred and lowered her voice, saying, "Brother Feng, you said before that she wasn't that kind of playboy, but you saw it with your own eyes today. This is the first time she and His Highness Prince An have met, and she has captured His Highness Prince An's attention."
"Shihan, don't talk nonsense." Lin Tingfeng's face was gloomy, and he stared at the carriage in which Mo Jinchuan was sitting.
A single man and a single woman, they would probably kiss as soon as they met!
When he thought about the wife who should have belonged to him, and how he had never touched her, but she had already had sex with someone else, and now she was riding with someone else, Lin Tingfeng wanted to rush over and kill the adulterer with his own hands.
The fire of jealousy in his chest burned more and more fiercely, and Zhuang Shihan's chattering voice in his ears only fueled his murderous intent.
Lin Tingfeng immediately squeezed the horse's belly and drove the warhorse under his crotch slowly towards Mo Jinchuan's carriage.
"The army is about to set off. General, why are you looking for my master?" Just as Lin Tingfeng was about to lift the curtain of the carriage with the sword in his hand, An Yi appeared and stopped him.
Lin Tingfeng said coldly, "I suddenly remembered something about the Liang army's manpower and personnel, and I'm anxious to discuss it with His Majesty."
The next moment, Song Yanxi lifted the curtain of the carriage.
She sat in the corner on the left side near the shaft, and the distance between her and Mo Jinchuan was as far as a mile, and her intention to avoid suspicion was obvious.
Looking at the veil on her face again, it was in the same position as before, without even a single extra wrinkle.
Lin Tingfeng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and was even somewhat satisfied with what he saw.
The scrutiny in his eyes was too obvious, and Song Yanxi couldn't pretend not to see it.
She curled her lips sarcastically and asked coldly, "General, did you see what you wanted to see?"
Lin Tingfeng's face darkened. "I don't understand what you are saying."
As he said this, he was about to ride away.
An Yi quickly reached out to stop him.
Lin Tingfeng frowned, "What do you mean?"
Mo Jinchuan's cold voice sounded behind him, "Didn't General Lin just say that he had important military information to share with me?"
There was no important military intelligence at all; it was just an excuse he made up.
But how could Lin Tingfeng dare to say this?
Noticing that Emperor Xuande and others were looking in this direction not far away, Lin Tingfeng said with a stiff upper lip, "Your Highness, please forgive me. I just remembered something. Liang was defeated last time, so there must have been some adjustments to the military strength and deployment."
"General Lin just remembered it?" Mo Jinchuan asked with a smile.
His face darkened for a moment, and he shouted coldly, "As the commander of an army, you haven't even thought of a plan to deal with something like this that even a cook could think of. Is this how you lead your troops in the past?"
Lin Tingfeng's face turned pale and his fingers gripped the reins tightly.
Catching a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes, Mo Jinchuan asked, "General Lin, do you think that you have made great military achievements and are a hero of Da'an? I, a useless man, have no right to teach you how to lead troops in battle?"
"I dare not!" Lin Tingfeng quickly dismounted from his horse and knelt down in panic.
Looking across the entire Da'an, who would dare to publicly say that His Royal Highness Prince Jin is a useless person?
Emperor Xuande frowned as he watched the situation unfold, and ordered Dehai beside him, "Go and take a look. Don't miss the departure time."
Dehai was about to go after receiving the order, but was stopped by Prince An who happened to be walking by.
He said cryptically, "Father, don't worry. Xiaowu is just trying to establish his authority."
What he meant was that there were people in the army who disobeyed him.
Although they were at a distance, Emperor Xuande could easily see that the person sitting on the horse was Lin Tingfeng. He immediately snorted coldly, "He has been holding military power for so long that he almost forgets his own name."
Lin Tingfeng, who was kneeling on the ground, seemed to have something in mind. He felt a chill on his back and hurriedly said, "Your Highness, please calm down. I have absolutely no such intention."
Just when he thought that Mo Jinchuan would take the opportunity to punish him with ten military sticks to intimidate his brothers, he heard Mo Jinchuan's cold voice above his head, "Get out."
Hearing the disdain in the words, Lin Tingfeng clenched his fists, responded, and hurriedly led the horse away.
Song Yanxi lowered the curtain, thinking about the unwillingness she had just caught on Lin Tingfeng's face, and lowered her voice and said, "Your Highness, based on my understanding of this man, he might not even wait until the border to take action. Your Highness needs to be more vigilant."
"He doesn't dare." Mo Jinchuan said calmly as he handed over an oil-paper bag.
Seeing her hesitation, he smiled helplessly and said, "Try Wang Ji's crab cake, you might like it."
Song Yanxi was stunned when she heard this.
How did the prince know that she liked this pastry?
Mo Jinchuan threw it to her and said calmly, "Zixu pestered An Yi to get up early to buy it, saying that you like it."
Thinking of that clever little brat, Song Yanxi couldn't help but curl her eyebrows, "Please ask Your Highness to let me thank the Third Young Master when you write home later."
Mo Jinchuan's lips curled slightly, "In my opinion, the thanks must be expressed in person to show sincerity."
Thinking of how difficult the little guy was, Song Yanxi nodded in agreement, took some water from the kettle to wet the handkerchief, and carefully wiped all ten fingers clean before starting to enjoy the pastries.
After eating half a piece of cake, the carriage slowly started moving.
Song Yanxi quickly put down the other half, hurriedly lifted the curtain of the car window on one side, and looked at the scene outside.
This time, they were accompanied by 10,000 elite soldiers from the Hushan Camp outside the capital, while the remaining 50,000 soldiers set out from the garrison camp and did not travel with them.
Even so, the march of an army of 10,000 people was spectacular enough to make people excited and wish they could become one of them.
Song Yanxi had only watched from the city wall before. Although it was magnificent, it was far less powerful than the impact from close range.
Seeing her holding the cakes in both hands, looking at them in a trance, Mo Jinchuan couldn't help but chuckle, "There's dirt everywhere, what's so good about it?"
Song Yanxi suddenly turned around and asked him, "Your Highness, don't you think this is the best scenery in Da'an?"
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