Chapter 27: Eighth Prince, bowing his head to Shenzhou for a lifetime

Mount Zhongnan, towering, like a natural barrier, separating the immortal and mortal worlds.

The path at the foot of the mountain was winding, originally quiet and secluded, but was blocked by the bustling crowd.

The ancient plank road was narrow, and the flow of people was like weaving, surging endlessly.

Chen Ji looked at the winding queue in front of him, his brows furrowed, his face showing helplessness.

"Young Master, it's so crowded, I don't know when we can reach the top of the mountain, can you still take it?"

He turned to the Confucian-robed young master behind him and asked with concern.

Chen Ji also had complaints in his heart.

With the young master's status, naturally, there was no need to climb the mountain with these mud-legged people.

He hoped the young master would change his mind.

However, he dared not show it at all.

The master's decision, the servant dared not have two hearts.

The Confucian-robed young master smiled indifferently upon hearing this.

"No matter, this trip can be treated as an outing, appreciating the beauty of the mountains and rivers."

"After all, climbing the mountain to worship the temple, sincerity leads to spirit."

Chen Ji didn't dare to say more after hearing this.

He pushed the burly man in front of him with disgust, reminding: "Don't squeeze, you're sticking to people."

Chen Ji pinched his nose; it was really disgusting to be squeezed with these lowly people.

He didn't know how his master, who had an incomparably noble status, could stand it.

The air was filled with a mixture of smelly sweat and the occasional fox odor, which was really disgusting.

Although the weather was cold, people were squeezed together, sweating profusely, and his back was full of dense sweat, making Chen Ji frown.

These people who rushed from all directions, traveling long distances, had no time to take care of personal hygiene, and the smell was really unbearable.

One by one, greasy hair, the smell made him feel depressed.

Didn't even take a bath!

The bearded man who was pushed by Chen Ji glared at Chen Ji with dissatisfaction and shouted:

"You kid, why are you like a woman? Everyone squeeze, it's not going to kill you."

Once Chen Ji heard this, his face turned red, one hand on his waist, the other hand raised high with orchid fingers, about to break out.

In the Prince's Mansion, when had he ever suffered such anger?

At this moment.

The Confucian-robed young master beside him coughed lightly, interrupting this dispute.

The Confucian-robed young master took the initiative to walk forward, bowed to the bearded man, with a kind smile on his face:

"Big brother, my little brother is going out for the first time and doesn't understand the world. If there is any offense, please forgive me."

The bearded man sized up the Confucian-robed young master, seeing that he was dressed elegantly and had an extraordinary bearing, and didn't want to cause trouble, so he snorted coldly without caring too much: "Pay attention next time."

Seeing the young master speak, Chen Ji immediately restrained his temper and dared not speak again.

He knew the young master's interest could not be disturbed.

Moreover, the master personally came forward to apologize for him, how could he be willful again?

Chen Ji lowered his head even lower, forgetting the discomfort on his body for a moment.

The white-clothed boy didn't care, saying lightly:

"Little Jizi, when you go out, harmony brings wealth."

Chen Ji nodded and responded: "Yes, Young Master."

His attitude became respectful and obedient.

This young master's status was noble beyond words; he was the eighth son of the current Qing Emperor.

Calling him a true dragon among humans would not be an exaggeration.

Jing Prince—Zhou Cheng.

His mother was an Imperial Consort in the palace, and her family was also a noble family.

He was granted the title of Prince at thirteen, and the current Emperor praised him for being virtuous and capable in front of the ministers.

At fifteen, he sat in on court politics.

At sixteen, he opened a mansion in the capital, holding heavy power.

Truly favored!

However, this Eighth Prince's personality was quite unique.

He was originally clever, and in his youth, he was obsessed with seeking immortality and Dao, and the techniques of Huang-Lao.

Later, the Great Daqing's national fortune declined, and it was defeated repeatedly in the North, and Zhou Cheng suddenly realized: "Learning Dao cannot save the world."

So, he resolutely abandoned Dao and specialized in military strategy.

In just a few years, he emerged in the debates of the Scholar Academy, defeating several Great Daqing military strategy masters, shaking the capital.

Four years ago, the Northern Wind carried thirty thousand troops south.

In the same year, the Lu Family Army led thirty thousand people north across the Yellow River.

The two armies faced each other.

The world was shocked.

At this time, the one who proposed the most opposition memorials and had the firmest voice was the Jing Prince Zhou Cheng.

He was well-versed in military strategy and knew that Tuoba Shuyi's use of troops had already reached the essence, and his deployment was first-class in the world.

And the enemy army was strong, pressing down on the border, only by relying on dangerous terrain could there be a chance of victory.

However, the Lu Family Army arrived directly at the Yellow River, and the two armies deployed their formations, which in Zhou Cheng's view was no different from throwing an egg against a stone, simply seeking his own death.

Plus, Zhou Cheng learned a shocking news—the true commander of the Lu Family Army was actually a young man in his early twenties.

Without any military experience, for the first twenty years, he was just a Daoist priest reading scriptures in a Daoist temple.

This news made Zhou Cheng furious, and he cursed in the capital: "A child ruining the country, it's really absurd!"

He submitted memorials many times, seeking to replace Lu Chen, but was finally carried by the Hulao Pass defending general Wang Yang with his head, bearing the accountability of the court.

Zhou Cheng was full of doubts; what kind of extraordinary qualities did a junior have to win the favor of heavy ministers like Wang Yang, and even not hesitate to protect him with his life.

Unexpectedly, in just three months.

News came from the Northern battlefield, Lu Chen led the army to three victories in three battles.

Zhou Cheng studied the battle reports carefully and admired Lu Chen's way of using troops, thinking that his experience was not inferior to Tuoba Shuyi.

Indeed qualified to lead the army.

However, Zhou Cheng also knew that the Lu Family Army's troops were insufficient and could only rely on surprise troops to win, which was ultimately not a long-term plan.

Another three months passed, and the Lu Family Army was trapped, Zhou Cheng was anxious, gathered strategists, studied the terrain and river maps day and night, seeking a strategy to break the enemy.

After gathering the wisdom of the masses, everyone only reached one conclusion:

Chasing troops in front and behind, with the rolling Yellow River behind, Tuoba Shuyi used troops steadily, scorched the earth, and the Lu Family Army had fallen into a desperate situation, with no way out.

Zhou Cheng knew that even if it were him, he would be powerless to save the situation.

He sighed and waited for the news of defeat.

However, half a month later, good news came.

Lu Chen led the army to cross the Yellow River three times, went south to encircle and suppress, and won a complete victory.

Shocking the world.

The messengers traveling between the North and the capital traveled day and night, riding ten precious horses to death.

Holding the good news, they knocked on the gate of the imperial city, shouting:

"Great victory in the North."

"Great victory in the North, the Lu Family Army beheaded sixty thousand enemies!"

The capital boiled.

The first major victory in twenty years.

For a time, the imperial capital was dancing with fish and dragons overnight.

Zhou Cheng looked at the few hundred words on the battle report.

Between the lines, it was like iron horses and frozen rivers, with thousands of troops and horses galloping.

His heart could not be calm for a long time.

Especially at the end, Lu Chen's sentence, "Why don't men carry Wu hooks, to recover the fifty prefectures of the pass."

His heart was happy, and the Jing Prince's Mansion held a banquet for ten miles of long streets.

That day, he gathered many guests, sat around the stove, and analyzed the changes in the battle situation together.

They discussed and expressed their opinions, but in the end, when all the analyses converged, they all sighed in unison.

"This person's use of troops is like a ghost or god."

In the following year, the Lu Family Army won repeatedly, hundreds of battles, all winning with fewer troops, breaking Yun Prefecture in half a month, and taking Yan Prefecture in a month.

Attacking and winning, the Northern Wind army was terrified.

The Northern Wind army had an order that those who fled when seeing the Lu family flag would not be beheaded.

For a time, this Eighth Prince, who was the most opposed to Lu Chen, became the one who admired Lu Chen the most.

That sentence "The best in using troops in four hundred years."

Came from the mouth of this Eighth Prince.

He actually had another sentence, but because of his status, no one dared to spread it.

"Bowing his head to Shenzhou for a lifetime."

Lu Chen, courtesy name Shenzhou.

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