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Chapter 42: Drag

Seeing that Zhu Yijing was so skillful at kicking the ball to him, You Shenglan was a little silent for a moment.

This is not a cabinet parliament. As for the Tai Chi procession between you and me?

After being speechless, things still need to be solved. Since the ball has been kicked to him, You Shenglan thought about it carefully and proposed a method that is not very good:

"Since Your Highness and General Lin respect me, I will just say something boldly:

The prison of Bingmasi should be quite small. This girl Mei was involved in the fight between His Highness and the Duke of England, and she died in the battle. She had a certain relationship anyway. It would be better to press her into the prison of Bingmasi first, and then release her when things slowly pass."

"The sword dragging technique...is also a way. When the limelight passes, there is naturally nothing to say, just Sheng Lan--"

Gently put the other hand on the back of You Shenglan's hand, Zhu Yijing held her palms in both hands, and asked her own questions with a smile:

"This girl Mei does have a place in the hearts of many young men in the capital. What should they do if they are unhappy and put pressure on General Lin, or go to the Bingma Si to cause trouble?"

Lin Shanxia was quite surprised when he heard this. He really didn't expect that Zhu Yijing, a third prince who had been having fun with the palace maids all day long, would only study how to cook. The third prince who had become a joke in the court could think of this.

But after all, Zhu Yijing is the third prince, and Lin Shanxia could only think about it in his heart and smiled bitterly with his question:

"The third prince is really saying this. General You and the last general's Bingma Si are indeed small. There are more than one statue of gods inside. It is probably a bit difficult to detain a top card in Chunfeng Pavilion."

"General Lin, don't worry, since I have put forward this idea, I have to let it take action."

Since one hand was firmly held by Zhu Yijing, You Shenglan, who wanted to hold her fists, had to wave her hand gently and nodded apologetically to Lin Shanxia:

"There are two ways to think about this. One is to guide the matter to the Duke of England's palace. After all, the party in the conflict is the son of the current Duke of England, and the people who died are also from them. Therefore, it is understandable that the incident of being detained is so angry that it is elusive.

In addition, General Lin can also use this to detain his fake identity as his noble and His Highness, waiting for His Majesty's Holy Punishment."

Lin Shanxia's eyes lit up when he heard this, while Zhu Yijing took a breath of air conditioning:

"Shenglan, didn't you grow up in the border area? How could you understand these things?"

"At the age of fourteen, he had already followed his deceased father to fight outside the border. He fought with the Mongols for two years, and was promoted to a thousand households with military merits. He was never tired of deceiving soldiers. If he really didn't know anything, he would have been surrounded by the Mongols on the battlefield and would not have survived now."

Speaking of his past, even You Shenglan, who has always been treating others with ease, was quite proud.

"Then, Shenglan, have you cut off the heads of many people?"

For some reason, Zhu Yijing was more curious about how many people You Shenglan had killed.

"Uh... I haven't cut my head. Not only is His Majesty wise, but now after the war, he not only relies on his first level to judge merit, but also has a dedicated person to cut off the first level, and then distribute the merit evenly after a unified count.

Everyone can see that the brave warriors will have higher military merits. In addition, the rewards that the head can receive are now much higher than before, and the land captured is divided equally by individuals, so everyone is happy to act like this."

He said a little more. You Shenglan was picking up a teacup to moisten her throat, but she found that Zhu Yijing's expression was a little unstable.

Just thinking that he was not very comfortable hearing his head cut, You Shenglan didn't take it to heart, and Gudong Gudong finished the tea indecently.

In fact, Zhu Yijing was not feeling uncomfortable when he heard about his head cutting, but because the silver reward was doubled. The brave men were promoted by everyone, and even the land captured outside the border could be divided equally. These three tricks were all suggestions he had given before. Why did he become wise in the blink of an eye?

Although he felt a little depressed, Zhu Yijing had been taking away the two major heads of Cement and Guozhuang over the years, and he had already gotten used to it. So after only a short while of depression, he changed his mind and asked curiously:

"What about the rest? Didn't Shenglan say that it was not just because the emperor was wise, so he didn't cut off his head?"

"Oh, what's left is because the three-eyed magic gun is basically in the hands of the soldiers at the border. They either kill the enemy directly, or swing the long handle and swing it up to open the head. There are really not many cuts."

After talking about the remaining reasons casually, You Shenglan had no intention of observing Zhu Yijing, who was amused and crying, thought about it and added:

"Of course, Your Majesty pays great attention to the confidentiality of the Ming army. After the war, he will clean the battlefield to prevent the three-eyed magic gun from falling into the hands of the enemy."

"Oh, Your Majesty's wiseness is really my blessing in the Ming Dynasty. General You fought bravely and protected the security of my Ming border. It is also a great achievement. I just don't know what the second method is?"

Lin Shanxia is interested in the situation on the border, but he is currently more concerned about what You Shenglan said, what else can be done to solve the problem of the top Mei girl in Chunfengge.

"The second method is actually that General Lin is looking for donkeys by riding donkeys."

Seeing Lin Shanxia asking about the second method she mentioned before, You Shenglan also changed the topic. Only Zhu Yijing was the most depressed, but she could only listen to You Shenglan's explanation to Lin Shanxia, ​​and prepare to ask carefully after she went back.

"General Lin, I dared to ask, since you and Your Highness decided to solve this Miss Mei, what will be the subsequent treatment? You must have considered it?"

However, Lin Shanxia was a little embarrassed when he heard You Shenglan's direct words. He coughed and replied:

"This... After all, Miss Mei is the top player in Chunfeng Pavilion. She had some minor injuries and was unable to see anyone for a while. Later, she was accidentally burned and had to redeem herself and leave Chunfeng Pavilion - Ah! So that's it, thank you General You for your guidance!"

After being able to serve as the deputy commander of the Beijing Military Command for so many years, Lin Shanxia is not a fool. After expressing his original plans, he suddenly realized:

"Let General You make a joke. This time Mo Jiang is really riding a donkey to find a donkey. This second method is indeed more secure. Not only does it not have to involve the son of the British Duke, but it can also be adjusted at any time depending on the situation. It is true that Mo Jiang is confused!"

"The general is so serious."

You Shenglan found that Zhu Yijing still had no intention of letting go of her palm, so she had to take the initiative to pull out her sweaty palm and clasp her fists to show politeness:

"These are all thought out by the general himself, and they have nothing to do with your highness. Today, I will tell you that everything is important because the firearm is important, and I hope to give up my hands after going out."
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