The Demon Lords

Chapter 825 181: It Really Hurts (Part 3)

This group of Jingnan Army leaders had long decided to help their boss don the "yellow robe".

Chen Yang placed the rolled tobacco in front of his nose, sniffed, and said:

"This thing harms the lungs."

Those who practice martial arts and serve in the military naturally have their own understanding of such "herbs".

Tobacco and similar items were introduced from the West, with Yan State being the first to receive it.

However, the people of Yan State are really quite "uninterested",

neither snorting nor smoking tobacco, not indulging in male love, nor having any fondness for bound feet or slender waists.

Of course, if human nature is not controlled or interfered with, the tendency to indulge and degenerate is inevitable. But as long as the ruler doesn't engage in any "personal preferences", there will naturally be no such happenings below.

Zheng Fan silently lit a cigarette with a fire starter,

and said:

"It's just to kill some boredom."

Chen Yang didn't smoke, but he put the rather exquisite cigarette into his pocket and continued the previous topic:

"Actually, the day the Madam had an incident, we knelt inside the Marquis residence and persuaded the Prince to raise an army.

The Prince, indeed, lived up to the slightest expectations of Yan, but from the court to the common people, our Prince has been greatly wronged by Yan!"

After all, status and position have changed,

previously, when I was just a commander or city defender, regardless of whether it was the Northern Town Army or the Jingnan Army, they would always be tactful in their attempts to win me over.

But now, I have the qualification for a level dialogue.

Without saying I'm playing at the card table, just standing by watching, no one will drive me away anymore.

So now, the words have become more straightforward.

"Brother, actually, I understand what you mean, what everyone means, so let's be frank.

If the Prince says he wants to be the emperor, if he wants this Jiangshan,

I would be the first to stand out in support.

My experience may not be as extensive as yours, nor have I followed the Prince for as long, but if the Prince becomes the Emperor, my benefits would definitely be the greatest, don't you agree?"

Chen Yang nodded, as there was no argument against this.

Because even they know some news about the young prince.

"But who would have thought our Prince, he doesn't want to rebel, that's the hardest part for our Prince," Zheng Fan lamented.

"Yes, the Prince doesn't want to rebel, nor will he."

"Then, let's just wait a bit longer, why rush?" Zheng Fan skillfully shifted the conversation in his favor, "Brother, this time I'm heading to guard Snow Sea Pass, within a few years, I'll probably make some progress.

You, and Brother Ren Ju, and the others, all have your own posts. For the past few years, the Three Jin region has been ravaged by wars, but if we really recuperate for some years, it could indeed become a place once again producing the Three Jin Knights.

In a few years, our Jingnan Army, with stronger soldiers and sturdier horses, we'll be much more relaxed in whatever we plan to do then."

Lord Zheng still favors farming,

Mao Tzedong's "build high walls, stockpile grain, and delay claiming the throne," this nine-character mantra has always been practiced by Lord Zheng.

If you can endure, endure first,

for those who can endure,

luck is seldom ill-favored.

Chen Yang let out a sigh,

and said:

"Just afraid that by then, the Prince's intentions still haven't changed."

At this moment,

for some unknown reason,

Zheng Fan suddenly blurted out a sentence,

making Chen Yang's eyes widen;

actually, Zheng Fan himself didn't know why he said it, perhaps it was just a flash of inspiration, or maybe he couldn't even judge if this line truly represented his own intentions or if it just slipped off his tongue.

The line was:

"We still have the young prince, don't we?"

...

In other places, spring is already in full swing, almost entering the rhythm of summer, but at Snow Sea Pass, due to its proximity to the snowfields, the taste of spring has just barely begun to emerge.

The Sword Saint's bed was moved out to the courtyard since he needed sunlight.

Ke, who was taken in by Zheng Fan earlier, was entrusted with the temporary care of the Sword Saint by Zheng Fan before he left.

At this moment, in the courtyard, Xue Three sat on the eaves, with three legs dangling below, swinging back and forth.

The Sword Saint leaned against the bed, reclining,

after receiving a letter from that woman, the Sword Saint felt a strong subjective urge to recover.

Even if he couldn't regain his former strength or practice martial arts again, at least, he had to stand up again.

Wouldn't want the neighbors to joke in the future that she found herself a cripple.

He had just arduously walked several laps around the courtyard with Ke's assistance, drenched in sweat, and had to sit down to rest.

Opposite the Sword Saint, sat the Wild King.

Both his hands and feet were shackled, the shackles were designed by Xue Three himself.

The Sword Saint picked up a piece of persimmon cake, put it in his mouth, and slowly chewed it while gesturing to the Wild King;

"Want some?"

"Sure."

The Wild King didn't stand on ceremony, picking up a piece of persimmon cake with both hands. Because the shackles were somewhat heavy, he kneel-eating with his butt sticking up.

"What a character."

The Sword Saint teased.

"Oh, sweet, delicious."

The Wild King seemed habitually to present himself in such a manner.

In truth, none of the people here would be fooled by this posture anymore, but as it happens, some personal habits are difficult to change in a short time, as they've almost become instinctual.

The Jin State Sword Saint and Wild King sat closely together in the courtyard,