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It was already evening when they reached the garrison of the capital army.

The barracks were different from the luxurious and cozy prince’s residence. When Meng Huan got off the carriage, he saw the tall and stretched city camp, piles of tents, soldiers walking around in uniform, and a solemn atmosphere filling the place.

It was time to eat again. In the camp, they were busy cooking food in a large iron cauldron with smoke filling the air, and the crowd was going back and forth.

When Meng Huan got off the carriage, his first reaction was to look at the prince’s carriage at the front of the line.

The person who greeted Lin Bozhou was the governor of the capital army, Luo Juan’s father, the Marquis of Ping An, Luo Feng. Luo Feng was a bit older, his face mellow, his eyes tired, and he didn’t smile when he saw Lin Bozhou. He saluted and took him into the barrack.

“……”

He did not look back at himself.

Meng Huan complained mentally.

A voice rang in his ears, “Please come with me, all of you from the prince’s residence.”

They, the prince regent’s army, had their own tents to live in.

Meng Huan walked and found that the busy soldiers around him had stopped and looked at the newcomers as if they were gossiping.

Someone asked, “Are these the people from the prince regent’s residence?”

“I think so. It is said to support Liaodong. Now, the prince will supervise the capital army’s three big battalions. From there, a team will be selected to fight the war and leave immediately.”

“Ei, him? It’s already good if he doesn’t come to covet the military pay and seek benefits.”

Meng Huan couldn’t help but look over.

Those few people finished joking, shook their heads, and left.

He was feeling puzzled when, beside him, Zhu Dong lamented. “Our prince’s reputation is still so rotten.”

“……”

Indeed. In this book, besides the people of the prince’s residence who felt Lin Bozhou was good, everyone else felt that Lin Bozhou was in charge of too much power, had wild ambitions, and grasped the treasury in his hands. He was going to destroy the Great Zong to no end.

Meng Huan frowned fiercely.

Damn, this was precisely what he wanted to do now.

He wanted to see with his eyes that the Great Zong praised Lin Bozhou’s reputation and cleared up all the injustice.

The first obstacle to Meng Huan’s ambition occurred when he entered the tent.

The tent was spacious, the floor was covered with mats, and the bedding was laid on the mats, which were tightly connected, making it convenient for more people to sleep and roll up their bunks and leave when the camp was drawn up in the second morning.

So the current situation was that Meng Huan had to live with a group of big boorish men. After entering, everyone was still a little shy. Then they began to undress and take off their pants. The weather was still hot, giving off a burst of sweat and odor.

Meng Huan put down his bag, put his hands behind his back, and exited the tent with a deep expression, pacing back and forth outside.

–Following the army was really a lot more bitter than he thought.

Zhu Dong also went out and paced around. “I can’t stand it.” He asked, “When are we going to eat?”

As he said that, a soldier came over with a large pot of vegetable porridge and said, “Did you bring a pot? You will be cooking for yourselves tomorrow morning. We are only responsible for receiving you for one night.”

Lifting open the pot, the porridge inside was mixed with vegetables and meat, smoke filling the air. This was eaten at night, and there were no other dishes.

Meng Huan picked up a bowl. After drinking a sip of the sticky thing, his face was sorrowful, from actively drinking to forcing himself to do it.

Zhu Dong, obviously a young master, spat it out after a sip. “Bah, what the hell? Why is it so unpleasant to drink?”

The soldier gave him a cold look. “The military camp is not like the prince’s residence with delicacies. It’s enough to have food. Sometimes, there’s no even food.”

Zhu Dong hurriedly apologized, “Hahahahahaha, I didn’t mean that.”

“……”

This was the life of the ordinary people of the Great Zong and in the military camp. Without the protagonist’s halo, there was nothing. Meng Huan was not very picky, and he was easy to raise. He could eat thirty dishes or drink vegetable porridge. He held the bowl while squatting at the intersection.

Halfway through the drink, Chen An leisurely came from behind the tent.

“The governor is hosting a banquet in the middle tent, inviting the prince. We lack a boy to serve wine and food. Who wants to go?” He asked with a smile.

The younger ones should obviously do this kind of serving. Besides, they could get acquainted in front of Lin Bozhou to be promoted later and become part of his close staff. Zhu Dong hurriedly raised his hand. “I’ll go!”

Chen An looked at him and smiled slightly.

Then, he called out to Meng Huan, who was squatting at the intersection. “Nephew, do you want to go?”

“……”

Holding the bowl, Meng Huan let out an “ah?”.

A bit like a cat eating small dried fish suddenly knocked on the head.