Guzang Prefecture's Palace.

Cao Chong's face showed a hint of fatigue.

You know, Duyeze is a distance away from Guzang. In order to come back before dark, Cao Chong was marching quickly while on the way, and his bones were shaking all over his body, which made the feeling very uncomfortable.

However, suffering is a consequence, but not without benefits.

Cao Chong looked at Jia Kui in front of him and asked, "I took you to these places and into that slave camp. What do you think?"

Jia Kui nodded, his eyes flashing with a different kind of brilliance.

"The Duan family's slave camp is very cautious. I see that the entire slave camp is more than three thousand guards."

Cao Chong was stunned and asked, "General thinks there are more people?"

Jia Kui nodded.

"Three thousand people cannot make so many slaves obedient."

"But I can only give you three thousand people, that is, three thousand people in your headquarters."

Jia Kui nodded without any panic.

"The Duan family's slave camp is more than 3,000 people stationed in the slave camp, but the last general has great confidence in breaking the slave camp, but there is one thing that Jia Kui wants the Junhou to know."

Cao Chong tapped the wooden table with his finger and said with a smile: "General, please speak clearly."

Jia Kui nodded and bowed to Cao Chong before he said the following words.

"If Jia Kui went to attack the slave camp, nine out of ten slaves inside might be left. In this case, the king and the prince would still want Jia Kui to go?"

In Jia Kui's view, Cao Chong had to attack the Duan family's slave camp, which was largely because of the benefits brought by the slave camp, and more importantly, the slaves in it. Jia Kui knew that Cao Chong would be in a military farm recently, and the one who lacked the most was slaves, which were manpower.

"I thought it was something. It turned out that the general was worried about this. Don't panic. Even if all the slaves in the slave camp were gone, it would not hurt Da Ya. Just let it go."

"promise!"

Cao Chong said this, then there was nothing to say.

Jia Kui bowed to Cao Chong and slowly stepped back and drove away.

After working hard for a day, Cao Chong stretched out his muscles and was about to walk back to the backyard. Lu Song hurriedly came forward and said to Cao Chong: "June, how do you place those five beauties?"

Cao Chong was in the slave camp and indeed brought back five beauties.

However, with Zhen Mi on the side, Cao Chong didn't have much desire for these beauties. He waved his hand to Lu Song casually. Cao Chong said, "Do you think of Bohe?"

Look at it?

Lu Song was stunned for a moment, shook his head with a wry smile and said, "June, don't joke with Lu Song."

Cao Chong pondered for a while and said, "These five people will be temporarily placed in the provincial governor's mansion, and I will send them out later."

It was free to stay in the mansion and eat and drink for free, but Cao Chong didn't want to.

Lu Song's face was a little strange, but he nodded.

At this time, Duan Cheng was wearing a thick brocade dress in his luxury house in the north of the city, playing with these two huge gems in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the young man in front of him.

Duan Sui.

"The Marquis of Luoyang asked for five beauties and then left?"

Duan Sui nodded and said, "That's true. As for the arena, he just hurriedly passed by."

Seeing Duan Cheng frowning, Duan Sui quickly added a sentence to the back.

"Father, although the Marquis of Luoyang only asked for a few people, it can be seen that he is in a good mood."

Duan Cheng nodded, but his frown did not stretch at all.

Duan Sui's heart skipped a beat, thinking that Duan Cheng felt that he was Buzhou, the Marquis of Luoyang.

Sweat drips began to gather on the forehead.

Although Duan Sui is Duan Cheng's eldest son, the eldest son does not represent everyone.

The Gaoche tribe is different from the Han people. The reason why it is called the Gaoche tribe, not the Han people is that some cultural customs are different from those of the Han people.

For example, this inheritance system.

Among the Han people, it may be the system of inheritance of the eldest son.

As long as the eldest son doesn't get his brain, he will definitely be the one who holds power in the last position, but this is not applicable to the Gaoche tribe.

What the Gaoche tribe advocates is not the inheritance system of the eldest son, but the inheritance system you follow.

Only when you are strong enough and smart enough can you steadily sit on the throne that the Han people seem to be able to sit on easily.

If my father is not satisfied with what he has done...

Duan Sui's mind was filled with countless thoughts, and sweat gathered into drops, and finally merged with each other, turning into water stains, flowing on Duan Sui's face.

"Father, but my son didn't do enough."

Duan Cheng looked up at his son and instantly understood Duan Sui’s current thoughts.

He is a veteran, and he naturally knows Duan Sui's thoughts.

But he did not pick it up immediately, which made the young man feel a little crisis, which is a must for a Gaoche tribe.

"You did a good job, but it was definitely not as satisfied as your father. You still need to work hard, otherwise, you will be given to your brothers in this position."

Duan Sui breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but the tension did not disappear immediately.

"Son understand."

Duan Cheng nodded and suddenly asked Duan Sui: "By the way, what kind of person do you think this Luoyang Marquis is?"

What kind of person?

Duan Sui was stunned.

"What aspect does Father mean?"

"Impression, and what you think of him."

Duan Sui thought for a while, then said to Duan Cheng with some caution: "The father asked his son what kind of person is Luoyang Marquis. Originally, his son thought Luoyang Marquis was a very simple person, but when his father asked this, his son could not see through Luoyang Marquis."

Can't see through?

Duan Cheng narrowed his eyes and said, "Then do you think this Luoyang Marquis is a friend or an enemy?"

Duan Sui thought for a while and finally said, "I want my son to come and see him. This Luoyang Marquis is a friend."

"How can I see it?"

"Feeling at his appearance and what he did in Liangzhou, I think he will not be an enemy of our Duan family, but a friend."

"It seems that although the Marquis of Luoyang has not been with you for a day, he has given you a lot of good feelings."

Duan Sui was stunned and asked in confusion: "Is the Marquis of Luoyang not a friend, but an enemy?"

Duan Cheng did not give Duan Sui the answer directly, but asked: "Do you think what Luoyang Marquis did in Liangzhou is beneficial to my Duan family?"

Duan Sui paused and said, "Does my father have something to tell his son?"

Duan Cheng nodded and handed Duan Sui a roll of bamboo slips on the table.

The quaint table collapsed very clean, and there was nothing else except a few brushes.

Duan Sui immediately opened the bamboo slips and started to look carefully.

After a while, Duan Sui read the content inside and his expression was a bit strange.

"Those lieutenants dared to clean up the people in the Guzang Guzang Army?"

Duan Cheng glanced at Duan Sui and said, "You should know why."

Duan Sui certainly knew why. There was no second answer to this matter except for the signing of the Luoyang Marquis. Those lieutenants did not have the courage to resist the Duan family.

"Will that Luoyang Marquis be enemies with my Duan family for no reason? What are the benefits of being enemies with my Duan family?"

Duan Cheng nodded.

"It is of course not good for Luoyang Marquis to be enemies of our Duan family, but the Luoyang Marquis still moved the few lieutenants of the provincial governor's office."

Duan Sui's eyes turned and said tentatively: "I think the Luoyang Marquis did nothing wrong."

No big mistake?

Duan Cheng stared at Duan Sui with his eyes tightly and said, "Without those tens of thousands of soldiers, do you think that in Guzang, our Duan family can still compete with the Jia family?"

"But..."

Duan Sui thought of another aspect.

"But what?" Duan Cheng frowned.

"Father, nothing."

"explain."

Duan Cheng didn't know what his son was thinking. Today he would educate his son and teach him a good lesson.
To be continued...