It is precisely because of these two things that Zhao Ji has been worried recently.

I always think randomly and don’t say anything, and I can’t sleep or eat.

Ying Zheng saw it in his eyes, was anxious in his heart, but he was helpless.

His master is indeed very busy, but he is really busy and has no time to teach himself, or he deliberately avoids himself by busyness, and Ying Zheng can't make a mistake.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that if you want to survive in this world and live a good life, especially if you no longer let your mother suffer, you must be a good disciple of Yang Mo.

It really made Yang Mo regard himself as a disciple.

Ying Zheng was also very clear about his advantages: he was Yang Mo's first disciple.

With Yang Mo's ability, when the academy is opened, he will accept many disciples in the future, such as the man named Su Lie. Before Yang Mo even saw him, he became Yang Mo's student after his grandfather's recommendation.

Ying Zheng is not very clear about the difference between students and disciples.

But no matter what, Yang Mo must hold his thigh tightly.

This is why Ying Zheng immediately had an idea after knowing that the master was going to the enemy camp: I want to go too!

He also wants to bet.

I lost the bet and there was nothing to say. I died with Yang Mo.

If you win the bet, it will be a huge profit. In Yang Mo's few camps now, everyone will regard him as his own.

Ying Zheng can clearly feel it now, whether it is Li Bai, Wang Ying, or even Gai Nie.

They are very nice to themselves and even a little awe, but more of them are distance.

Wang Ying was better, he thought of himself as his real nephew.

But the recognition of Li Bai, Gai Nie and others was what Ying Zheng urgently needed.

When he saw Zhao Ji and told her about this idea, Zhao Ji did not hesitate and followed Ying Zheng.

Yang Mo had no way of knowing the mother and son's thoughts.

Seeing that Zhao Ji was so determined, she read the plan in her mind again.

Well, since Zhao Ji has asked so, it’s okay to bring Ying Zheng with her.

The college was officially opened in full swing. My great apprentice has achieved the same achievements as today and can also suppress others.

"Okay, madam, I promise you."

After Yang Mo said that, Zhao Ji was so excited that tears were almost flowing out. He quickly stood up and saluted Yang Mo to thank him.

"Brother..."

Seeing this, Wang Ying wanted to go up to speak, but was stopped by Li Bai: "You can't go. After all, Zhang Bao was killed by you. If you go, you will definitely die."

"That..."

Wang Ying was not convinced in his daily life. If Yang Mo said this, he would hold the next words into his stomach.

But Li Bai, the second brother, said, and Wang Ying retorted: "The eldest brother also killed Zhang Liang."

"Zhang Jiao has never seen Zhang Liang."

Li Baitian is talented and has a very smart person in other aspects except that he has a little poor ability in government affairs.

He knows more than anyone else what kind of personality Yang Mo has.

Since the eldest brother is going to the enemy, there must be a corresponding way.

Although he didn't tell himself what method he was, he could vaguely guess something.

Li Bai privately asked many bad people about Zhang Liang's death at Yang Mo's hands.

I talked about this with Yang Mo again, and knew that Zhang Liang had never met Zhang Jiao in this life, and the two brothers had just written a letter.

Since I have never seen it, Yang Mo can say that the Zhang Liang he killed was not Zhang Jiao's younger brother.

Anyway, Zhang Liang was burned by fire, so Zhang Jiao could not be identified by his ashes.

Without absolute evidence, Zhang Jiao would never kill Yang Mo just because of this incident.

"Zhang Jiao is Zhang Liang's brother, how could he have never seen him?"

Wang Ying was very dissatisfied with Li Bai's words and wanted to mess around again, but Yang Mo controlled it with his eyes.

I could only shrink my head and dare not speak anymore.

"No further ado, since I decided to go, let's go now."

After Yang Mo said that, Ying Zheng and his mother saluted solemnly, and then followed Yang Mo.

Li Jiancheng handed the wine up again, and Yang Mo took it and drank it all.

Immediately afterwards, the soldiers prepared two hanging baskets and sent the master and apprentice to the city.

Two more horses were hung down.

Li Jiancheng expressed his sincerity and ordered two personal guards to follow and escort Zhang Bao's body.

He temporarily gave Yang Mo's military affairs chief sign to his personal guard and asked him to hand it over to Yang Mo.

Yang Mo, who was riding on the horse, looked at the waist sign handed to him by his personal guards, turned to look at Li Jiancheng on the city wall.

It seems that this prince is not hopelessly foolish and knows what the overall situation is.

I felt more confident in the next trip, and I couldn't help but straighten my chest.

Ying Zheng, who had been observing Yang Mo secretly, followed suit, straightened his back and looked ahead, with a certain aura of the young Qin King.

Zhao Ji, who was standing on the city tower and praying in secret, felt very relieved.

The group of four people said goodbye to everyone in the city and slowly came toward the Yellow Turban Army camp.

When he got closer, someone immediately asked loudly, "Who is coming?"

There was a lot of disdain in the words.

Yang Mo ignored him, and the personal guards beside him whispered: "Yang Mo, the general manager of Taiyuan Military Affairs, come to visit General Xiang Yu at the invitation!"

The voice was neither humble nor arrogant, and extremely loud, which cheered the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army's vanguard battalion.

The Yellow Turban soldiers saw the way Yang Mo and Ying Zheng looked at them as if nothing had happened.

Not only did I feel offended, but I was a little awe.

The opponent did not reply, and the troops were separated and gave way.

A man with a captain looked like a captain walked out and reached out to the inside: "Please!"

Yang Mo was in front and Ying Zheng was in the middle. Two personal guards were behind him, carrying Zhang Bao's body, and walked through the heavily guarded and murderous Yellow Turban Army array with great courage, followed the captain into the temporary central army tent.

There was a bonfire in front of the big tent, and a large pot was placed on the bonfire. I don’t know what was being cooked in the big pot, and smoke was gurgling.

When the two personal guards saw this, they couldn't help but swallow their saliva secretly.

It is fake to say that you are not afraid.

But Yang Mo looked disdainful: I originally thought that Xiang Yu and Zhang Jiao would be a bit innovative when traveling with time travelers, but I didn't expect that it was still this old trick to scare people.

He stopped his horse and looked at Ying Zheng next to him. Seeing that his little face was a little pale, he was compulsive and calmed down. He asked with a smile: "Why are you afraid?"

Ying Zheng quickly shook his head, saying he was not afraid, but he was still a little scared in his heart.

"Don't worry, I have my own sense."

After Yang Mo said that, the guard at the entrance of the camp stepped forward and said, "Dropping off the horse!"

Without any politeness, Yang Mo didn't care. He turned over and got off the horse, shook his clothes, and walked into the tent with his head raised.

There were three people sitting in the tent, and the thin man at the top was wearing a Taoist robe. It seemed that he was Zhang Jiao.

Sitting on the left was a strong man with a majestic weapon and extraordinary demeanor, with his eyes like a knife and a sword. Even Yang Mo was a little uncomfortable when he saw him.

This person is naturally Xiang Yu.

A thirty-year-old man sat down at Xiang Yu's head. Yang Mo nodded in his heart. Most of this man was Fan Zeng.

The rest were four guards, and there were no generals.

Seeing this scene, Yang Mo became more and more at ease. It seemed that Zhang Jiao had no confidant and capable minister just like he thought.

"You are Yang Mo?"

When Yang Mo came in, Zhang Jiao was also looking at him.

After Yang Mo finished delivering his salute, Zhang Jiao stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes, and there was a big murderous intent at the corners of his small eyes.
Chapter completed!