After presenting the pieced-together file with both hands, the spy of the military strategist lowered his head and dared not look up again. Such a secret would not have been easily known if the leader of the military strategist had not taken action. After a long silence, the spy raised his head and saw that the smile on the face of the seventh prince, who was always brave and unpretentious, gradually disappeared.

The veins on the hand holding the file bulged and it was even trembling slightly.

“Is this true?!”

"This, no...can't be true..."

"You lied to me!"

The Seventh Prince suddenly became angry. He raised his hand violently, and the files in his hand flew everywhere. He raised his right hand and drew out the sword. He swept it violently, and the sword energy tore the files into pieces. The files fell in the room like snow, and the Seventh Prince gasped and staggered backward.

He sat down on the chair.

"It can't be true..."

"impossible."

The Seventh Prince's face was somewhat ferocious. The huge change and impact in his life cognition seemed to be greater than the most fierce attack of the demon clan, which made his mind confused and made him lose his composure. The military spy was silent for a while. The ending of the Black Armor Army, who was once a fellow military strategist, made him answer like this:

"I have secretly visited many black armored cavalry in the capital and attacked from the side. Only my military strategist can piece together such detailed intelligence from the military formation."

"I guarantee with my life that there is no problem with this information."

He bowed.

Then he drew his sword and committed suicide.

He could not live knowing such information, and military strategists have always had the tradition of "dead spies". However, the sword had just been unsheathed when it was firmly held down by a hand. The Seventh Prince, who was several meters away, appeared in front of him in an instant, raised his right hand and held down his palm, then slowly but unquestionably let him take back the sword.

After just a moment, the Seventh Prince's eyes were full of bloodshot, his breathing was slightly heavy, and he asked, "What are you doing?"

"This kind of news should not be known to me."

"Shouldn't you know?!"

“Ha! Since you have done it, why can’t you know? If you don’t know, then those who know this information should be killed, and those who cannot be killed should be stared at to death…” The Seventh Prince’s voice suddenly froze, and then he seemed to have realized something, and suddenly roared angrily, turned around abruptly, and punched down.

The domineering fist force burst out, causing the entire building to shake violently several times.

If he hadn't still been sane.

The news will spread in the capital tomorrow that the first thing the Seventh Prince, the dissolute young man, did after returning to the capital was to destroy the villa that the emperor had given him. The Seventh Prince was breathing rapidly and heavily, like an angry tiger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "He killed my soldiers..."

"He killed those soldiers who were loyal to their country..."

"He, he killed... He, he is my father..."

"Why is he my daddy!"

He stood up, loosened his subordinate's collar, and suddenly seemed to have lost all his bones. He closed his eyes and said:

"You, shut up first..."

He stood up, staggering with his subordinate's sword in hand, and sat on the chair.

He raised his hand to take the cup and drank tea like drinking wine. The face that was once arrogant and calm on the battlefield of foreign races had lost its original brilliance. Fierce generals were always not accustomed to the court. He used to kill people like cutting grass, but when he saw the description in the file, he still felt his heart twitching and his brain went blank.

The meaning of military strategy is to fight for the country, and being a general means protecting the country and the people.

The country is still there, but where are the people?

As a general and a member of the royal family, the education he had received almost made his mind collapse.

As a son, you should conceal the truth about your relatives. If your father does something wrong, what should your son do?

You want me to, what? What!

A soft and beautiful woman's voice came from outside, with a smile from the prosperous world:

"Your Highness? The gentlemen have sent someone to urge you again."

"If you don't go, don't blame them for forcing you to drink..."

The spy paused, raised his head stiffly and worriedly, and looked at the tall young man, but the latter drank the wine and stood up. There was no difference in his expression. He exhaled a long breath, his eyes were calm and narrow like a knife. He pressed the spy's shoulder and said, "You stay here."

"If you want to commit suicide, wait until I come back today and then I will decide whether to spare your life."

The military spy bowed his head and said, "Subordinate, I obey your orders."

The young man strode out with his arms outstretched, and walked towards the two maids with a smile on his face. He took them into his arms and was intimate with them, with a smile in his eyes and a few flirtatious words that made the beauties blush. Then he changed his clothes into a gorgeous outfit, which made the already tall young man look like a dandy young man.

When he urged the carriage to come, the Seventh Prince just laughed loudly and said, "What carriage do you want?"

"Woman chirping."

"horse riding!"

A plump woman with gentle eyes on one side couldn't help but chuckle and said, "But didn't all the civil and military officials in the court also ride in carriages?"

The Seventh Prince laughed loudly and mocked: "All the civil and military officials in the court are not men!"

Then he said, “Perhaps I am the same.”

The two maids did not hear what he said, or perhaps they would not have understood even if they had heard it. The prince, dressed in bright clothes and wearing a black cloak, rode away on his horse, with his black hair tied into a high ponytail and hanging down. He looked carefree and calm, and followed some rules along the way. He did not trample on the stalls on both sides like he did when he was young. He went straight to Zuitianlou, the largest one among the 360 ​​districts in the capital.

The sky can also be drunk, how arrogant!

In those days, Zui Jushi got drunk here for three days and wrote the famous poem Dapeng Fu, which made Zuitian Tower famous.

The Seventh Prince came on horseback, dismounted, and threw the reins to a servant who came up to him. Then he went upstairs. The entire Zuitian Tower had been booked, which showed how well they had done. More than a dozen young men were waiting in the best rooms upstairs, and when they saw the Seventh Prince coming, they all stood up to greet him.

The Seventh Prince laughed loudly and gave each of them a bear hug.

These are all descendants of powerful military families in the entire capital. They do not submit to the Crown Prince or the Fourth Prince, but to the Seventh Prince.

Nothing else.

When I was young, I beat them up one family at a time.

If you are convinced, then go and beat them up at other people’s houses. If you are not convinced, then we will keep beating you up until you are convinced.

Rushio became the leader of this group of sons of military honors. After a round of greetings, he laughed and invited the beauties to come up to dance and sing, and drink until dawn. Needless to say, the eighteen most popular brothels in the capital this year all came out. Each of them was beautiful, some were plump and attractive, some were delicate and lovely, and each had her own beauty. She could also recite poems, paint, play the piano and sing.

They all offered him wine, and the Seventh Prince was naturally satisfied. While drinking, they often made physical advances.

It's no different from my previous temperament.

These women knew that he was of a different status, especially one of nobility, so they all followed him. The courtesan with skin as white as snow, peerless beauty, and a particularly voluptuous figure, as white as a pile of snow, seemed so weak and boneless that she wished she could stick herself to the prince. After drinking a few cups, she seemed to be unable to bear the alcohol. Her face turned red, her body became soft, and she had a deep body fragrance.

She played the piano and sang, her eyes were so soft that they seemed to be dripping with tears.

The Seventh Prince tapped his sword with his fingers and sang along. Later, this prince, who was always famous for his bravery and brutality, suddenly took up the zither and played it. Everyone knew that the Seventh Prince's mother was of ordinary birth and died early. When he was young, he was raised by his father, who is now a saint. Although he focused on martial arts, he also learned zither, chess, calligraphy and painting.

However, this quiet and peaceful sound of the piano, when played by the prince, also took on a three-point more murderous aura.

Everyone felt so murderous that every hair on their body seemed to explode.

He played the zither and sang loudly, saying:

"The ancient Jinzhou has been destroyed, and few heroes have been left. I think of the heavy armor, the black sword dripping blood, and the empty military tents."

"The 600,000 Xuan troops are scattered, and I guess they are full of resentment. Why don't they just cross Jiangdong!"

"In vain, I have a sword as long as a dragon, but the whole state is covered with the blood of the people."

The sound of the zither was sonorous and contained a hint of murderous intent. Many young men of military merit could tell that the poem written by the Seventh Prince was about the Battle of Jinzhou seven years ago. There was a river called Jing River that ran through Zhongzhou and Jinzhou, and Jinzhou was located east of the Yangtze River. It said that when the 600,000 Black Armored Army dispersed, they must have felt resentful in their hearts as to why they did not go from east of the Yangtze River to Jinzhou.

I just don’t know why…

When people heard this poem today, they only felt the sadness, anger and pain in it, as if they had experienced it themselves.

After just one song, the Seventh Prince pushed the zither away, drank the wine, and held the beauty in his arms.

He ignored the praise from others and remained in a daze for a long time. Suddenly, the sound of his piano became hollow:

"The autumn wind blows at the lonely grave of an old soldier. The land is full of wheat and barren people, making it an even more desolate place. The thrush painters are far away, and the swallow tower is empty."

"Life is like this for a hundred years, so be cheerful and drink a thousand cups in one gulp!"

"Looking back at the setting sun in the desolate state, I lean on the railing and watch the flying geese."

It is only when I play the piano that I feel happy.

The zither seemed to be unable to hold on. With a clang like the sound of a sword, it broke. The Seventh Prince looked at it for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter and said, "Forget it, that's enough fun for today. Everyone, let's change places!"

Everyone did not think it was strange, and they all laughed. The Seventh Prince directly took the most voluptuous beauty into his arms and lifted her up. Amid a burst of exclamations that sounded like shock and shame, he strode out, put her on the horse, climbed on the horse, pulled the reins, and laughed:

"Let's go!"

It seemed that he valued this beauty very much. Many playboys knew that the Seventh Prince was going to have sex with this beauty.

Just blame him for laughing and making trouble.

The Seventh Prince was not angry, he just laughed and rode his horse.

The group of playboys crossed the street, originally intending to go to a familiar place, on a pleasure boat, but after walking a few streets, the Seventh Prince paused. He raised his head and looked towards a restaurant. The eldest son of the Duke of Zhenguo also reined in his horse. He saw that the Seventh Prince seemed to have something on his mind, so he stepped forward to ask, "Your Highness, what's wrong?"

The Seventh Prince closed his eyes and said, "This song..."

The eldest son of the Zhenguo family listened for a while and said, "It's a bit strange. What's wrong?"

The Seventh Prince showed no strange expression, but just smiled and said, "I remember that a soldier under my command once sang this song, saying that all the sisters in his family could sing it. Now that I hear it, I feel a little emotional and familiar."

"Haha, since Your Highness has this intention, why not call out the singer?"

Someone called people out. It was an old man playing the erhu with a sad face, and a girl about thirteen years old, who seemed to have never seen so many luxurious and wealthy families. The old man could still barely keep his composure, but the girl was already so scared that her face turned pale, and her hands were shaking when she saluted.

"It's okay, just don't make any noise."

The Seventh Prince, riding a horse in bright clothes and wearing a black cloak, smiled and stopped his companions around him, then dismounted, embraced the beauty, and asked, "What songs can you sing?"

The old man bowed and said, "I know most of the popular songs, but I also know some country tunes, which are not worthy of being performed in a formal hall."

The Seventh Prince replied: "This is not a very elegant place."

Then he asked, "What's wrong with your eyes?"

The old man said, "Seven years ago when I was in Jinzhou, I was ploughing the fields and suddenly felt like I was getting hot. I looked up and found that I was blind. I was also taken away by someone and was dragged around in circles. I survived like this."

The Seventh Prince was silent, and then asked: "Is this your granddaughter?"

"No, it's the kids I met along the way."

The old man smiled and said, "We are all from Jinzhou. We have no home in the world. It is fate that we survived together."

"Let's just keep mixing it up."

"What do you want to hear?"

The seventh prince threw out a piece of silver and said, "Just sing the songs you are most accustomed to. I have never heard the tunes of Jinzhou." The old man thanked the distinguished guest, and then on this winter street, he put down his erhu, found a plucked instrument from his bag, and started playing a tune. The song was melodious and cheerful.

The girl tried to calm down and sang: "Who knows that Jinzhou is thousands of miles away, with beautiful scenery everywhere."

“Flowers and plants that never fade in all seasons, trees that remain green all year round.”

"One-grade tea, five-color melon, four-season flowers..."

The Seventh Prince listened attentively.

The beauty next to her laughed out loud. The song was written in a simple way, and it seemed even more funny when sung in slang, with words like "First-class Tea", "Five-color Melon" and "Flowers of the Four Seasons".

Is it worthy of being included in poetry if it is something so common and found everywhere?

She had been playing the zither with famous masters since she was a child, but she didn't care about such things at all. Besides, the prince next to her would be her chance, so she couldn't let others distract her at this moment. So she said with a smile: "Your Highness... Young Master, such slang is annoying and not worth listening to."

When such a beauty spoke, the skinny and pale little girl was so frightened that she dared not speak.

The Seventh Prince smiled and said, "Keep singing...it sounds good..."

The little girl sang again reluctantly.

The beauty held his hand and said coquettishly, "Sir..."

"It's so unpleasant..."

With a crisp sound, the beauty stepped back in disbelief. She had received a heavy slap on her face and fell to the ground. She still looked delicate and weak, but her mind was blank. The Seventh Prince lowered his eyes and said, "How will the next verse be sung by the person coming..."

"People say Jinzhou has beautiful scenery, thousands of miles of spring."

He once heard a soldier under his command humming like this while looking at the full moon in the sky. That soldier was just an ordinary soldier and that was the only impression he had of him. During another raid by the demon tribe, this soldier from Jinzhou died on the border. The Seventh Prince listened to the ballad and saw that the girl was trembling as if out of fear or cold.

He closed his eyes, took off his black cloak, and with a rustle, lifted it up and dropped it on the child who was cold because of his thin clothes. The child raised his head and saw the young man in bright clothes and horses stretched out his hand to touch his head and said, "Little guy, you sing beautifully."

The seventh prince took off the sword of the military spy, which was worth 50,000 coins, and threw it into the old man's hands.

He took out a knife from his package that the people of Jinzhou used when eating.

Holding the knife, he seemed to be thinking a lot, and then tightened the handle.

Then he suddenly jumped onto the horse. The black warhorse, whose head was nearly ten feet above the ground, suddenly seemed to be stimulated, raised its head and neighed loudly, then suddenly turned around, took a step forward, and rode away amid the cheers of the crowd, overturning the surrounding stalls and causing chaos. The young man just laughed out loud.

The war horse was valiant and headed straight towards the palace.

No more hesitation.

…

The king was brave and strong when he was young, but he was arrogant and conceited. He often fought with others and hurt people, which caused resentment among the people.

At the age of fifteen, he entered the border before he reached adulthood. He fought many battles and survived six times. He beheaded more than three hundred monsters. At the age of sixteen, he became a leader in military strategy and was able to use a heavy bow. However, because of his young age, others were not convinced by him. When monsters invaded the border, he would lead several of his personal guards to chase after the enemy. He would behead them and return calmly. Even though there were tens of thousands of enemies, they were powerless.

The soldiers then bowed down in submission and regarded him as a god.

He reorganized the army, enforced laws, and at the age of seventeen, he was able to lead an army of 100,000 to repel the enemy 300 miles away.

He was fond of beautiful women, often indulged in drinking and feasting, rode horses all over the world, loved fine wine, and spent huge sums of money. Even in his army he had more than 130 cooks and chefs. He lived a luxurious life and was criticized by others. The officials accused him of not being a good general, but the king always sneered and did not take it seriously.

Twenty-two years old.

Enter the forbidden area with a knife.

——《The World's Famous Generals·Human Race·The Brave and Mighty King》