Opposite Caoqiao Pass, on the west bank of Danshui.

The weather in midsummer is extremely hot.

Fortunately, the army was stationed on the edge of Danshui River, and there were mountains on both sides, so the heat was not too severe.

The only thing to worry about is that there are a lot of mosquitoes in the mountains.

Even if you light mugwort and other things, there are still mosquitoes that are not afraid of death and rush to bite you.

If you are not careful, you will receive red envelopes one after another.

"Bah!"

Feng Duhu, who was sitting under the pergola fishing, reached out and slapped his neck, and a big mosquito was killed in the palm of his hand. The blood stains bloomed like a small red flower.

After scratching the bite on his neck, Feng Duhu continued to sit still.

How can a fisherman be put off by a mere mosquito?

However, today seemed destined to make Feng Duhu unable to fish with peace of mind. Soon, rapid footsteps came from behind him:

"Jun Hou, someone said that an urgent message was sent from Bingzhou!"

"Huh?" Feng Duhu was suddenly startled and immediately turned his head, "An urgent letter from Bingzhou?"

He glanced past the personal guards and looked outside the guard circle, only to see a man wearing leggings and a narrow-sleeved robe standing there.

A member of the Xinghan Society?

To be precise, it is Dongfeng Express.

Feng Duhu raised his eyebrows. It was not an official document, but a private message?

I used Dongfeng Express’s dedicated emergency channel to deliver the letter, and it was delivered to myself. The writer was very thoughtful!

Isn't this just adding Pony's QQ and then going to other people's farms to steal vegetables in the middle of the night?

Seeing that it was not an urgent official document sent from Bingzhou, Feng Duhu felt relaxed again.

Compared with the urgent official documents related to the military situation of Bingzhou, no matter how urgent the personal letters were, they were not considered urgent to Feng Duhu.

"Let him come over."

"Here!"

The man received permission, trotted up to Feng Duhu, bowed deeply and said respectfully:

"Zhu Liu pays homage to the prince."

Just from the name, you can tell that he was born into a poor man.

"Retired from the army?"

Hearing this, Zhu Liu, who had just stood up straight, immediately blushed:

"Your Majesty, it is true that the villain joined the army from Nanxiang in the seventh year of Jianxing."

"Over the years, villains have participated in major battles such as Xiaoguan, Liangzhou, and Bingzhou. The court changed the military system the year before last, and villains withdrew from the army."

Feng Duhu has many current identities.

This also leads to different people calling him different names.

It goes without saying that those who are called "mountain leaders" are all students from the college, and most of them are students from the early years.

Those who are called "junhou" are basically old people who follow Feng Duhu, and they are qualified to be called so.

Even someone like Meng Yan would be a little embarrassed.

This was all for the sake of his brother Meng Huo, or to be precise, it was for the sake of Huawan.

Only then did Meng Yan dare to call him Junhou in private.

As for outsiders, they are basically called "Zhongdu Hu".

As for those who publicly call him "General Youhussar", they are either seeking death or, like Wei Yan, they want to confront someone like Feng.

The position of the Central Protector is high and powerful. Compared with the Right Hussars General, I don't know how much more prestigious it is.

You called General You Hussar and deliberately placed Feng under Wei Yan. What if you weren't deliberately looking for trouble?

Of course, if you are in a formal occasion, or if you talk about business, people will naturally call you the Protector of the Central Capital.

So the man in front of him called Feng Duhu a very direct indication of his identity.

As soon as Feng Duhu heard the other party's self-report, he immediately became interested, "Oh? Then why did you retire?"

The army will basically not let go of such elite soldiers unless forced to do so.

Besides, the big man's finances are now in good shape, and his military salary is quite generous.

Moreover, with the current world situation, if you want to transcend social classes and serve in the military, it is the fastest way.

Even if you can't make any great achievements, if you stay in the army for a long time and accumulate some small achievements, you can still benefit your parents, wife and children at home.

Therefore, most veterans who have fought for many years are willing to stay in the military.

Not to mention that the person in front of him is a descendant of Nanxiang, who is the most loyal direct lineage among Feng Duhu's direct lineage.

Zhu Liu scratched his head, a little embarrassed:

"While following General Zhendong to forcefully cross the river, he was shot in the chest by a thief and fell into the water. He was eager to achieve success and refused to retreat. Unexpectedly, the thief opened a hole in his side again."

Having said this, Zhu Liu sighed:

"After the war, the medical staff said that I lost too much blood and almost lost my life. In addition, the wound was soaked in water when I fell into the water. They said it was infected or something."

"Anyway, although I saved my life in the end, my health was failing, so I had to retire from the army."

When Feng Duhu heard this, he quickly stood up in awe, walked up to him, and patted his shoulder:

"It's good to retire. After all, I have fought for the country for so many years and thank you for your hard work."

Hearing Feng Duhu's words and feeling the weight on his shoulders, the eyes of such a big man suddenly felt a little hot.

He stood up straight and said loudly:

"It's not hard to return to the throne! As long as my parents, wife and children can live a good life at home, no matter how hard I work, it's worth it!"

"When the villain was in the army, he was fortunate enough to receive the advice from the king: We kill thieves for the sake of our relatives and so that future generations will no longer be forced by thieves."

"It's so that they can always live a good life! Villains never dare to forget."

"Okay, okay!" Feng Duhu nodded, "So is your family living a good life now?"

"Junhou, they are living a good life, and the little people are also living a good life. They have enough food, warm clothes, and fields. Their children can still go to school. Little people, little people..."

I couldn't speak anymore and started wiping tears.

"This trip, I didn't need the villain to deliver it personally, but when I learned that it was a letter to the king, everyone wanted to rush over."

"The villain beat all those guys to the ground, and then he got this job, just because he wanted to meet the king."

The unpretentious words made Feng Duhu, who was just casually chatting with the veteran to show his approachability, suddenly feel a little heavy in his heart.

Simple and unpretentious people, they only want to have enough to eat, warm clothes, and some land at home.

If children can still learn knowledge, then it is something they have to protect even if they sacrifice their lives.

Any grand plans for hegemony and struggle for power and profit are too far away for them.

They just want to live their own little life.

But it is these people who want to live their own small lives who are the main force that constantly promotes the progress of history.

The great ambitions and hegemony of heroes are all forged by countless common people.

Feng Duhu took a deep breath, put his hand on Zhu Liu's shoulder again, pressed it hard, and said calmly:

"You go back and tell them that as long as I am here, I will do my best to make everyone's good life continue!"

When Zhu Liu heard this, his eyes shone with light, he nodded repeatedly, and was so excited that he could not speak.

But even so, he did not forget the purpose of his trip.

He untied his belt, took out a letter wrapped in oilcloth from his close-fitting clothes, and respectfully handed it to Feng Duhu with both hands:

"Your Majesty, this is your letter."

Feng Duhu nodded and took it with his own hands.

Zhu Liu fastened his clothes haphazardly, bowed deeply to Feng Duhu, and then withdrew.

The king is the pillar of the country, and there are many important national affairs to deal with.

The fact that he could talk so much to the prince was like smoke rising from his ancestral grave.

To be a human being, one must be content, but also know how to advance and retreat.

If you continue to waste your time like this, I'm afraid you will become a sinner.

After opening the oil-wrapped cloth and revealing the letter inside, Feng Duhu took one look at it and let out a sigh.

Why is it a letter from Brother Boson?
To be continued...