Nanfeng was stunned.

She also stood at a high place and heard the officers and soldiers shouting "Master Dong has fallen ill" and wanted to report to His Highness the Crown Prince.

As for which Mr. Dong it was... She shook her head quickly, expressing that she didn't know.

"Could it be that someone was dissatisfied with Dong Yijiang's appointment as the Minister of Household Affairs and secretly tried to remove him from power?"

It is possible.

But doing so is undoubtedly challenging his authority.

The second prince who challenged his authority is still "comatose" in bed and may not be able to get out of bed for the rest of his life.

This was because he kept the second prince useful, so he saved his life.

Zhang Zhao, who fell off his horse and died, is a good example for others who have no use value and dare to use dirty tricks in front of him.

"Where did Mr. Dong fall? Political Hall?"

"When I return to His Highness the Crown Prince, those people who reported the news came from the direction of Huangzhuang."

Zhang Junlin was worried that Master Dong was overworked like his eldest sister, so he squeezed out of the crowd and flew up the wall. With a tap of his toes, he flew across two streets with a few jumps.

"Look! That black image that flashed past doesn't look like His Highness the Crown Prince?"

"It's broken. Your Majesty asked us to find His Highness the Crown Prince and tell him to stay away. But I think His Highness the Crown Prince went directly to the Imperial Manor."

"Why are you still standing there, let's chase him!"

Zhang Junlin didn't know what happened on the street.

As a seventh-level warrior, his legs are faster than before.

Fortunately, Nanfeng knew that the destination was Huangzhuang, otherwise, even His Highness the Prince would be lost on this trip.

"Nanfeng, you seem to be unable to catch up with me."

After landing and waiting for a while, Zhang Junlin suggested to her seriously.

"Why don't you go to the military camp these two days and learn more with Miss Bai?"

"Your Highness, what is further training?"

"You just need to learn whatever you lack. In addition to Ms. Bai's brute strength, I see that she walks very deliberately. Maybe she can learn Qinggong."

Zhang Junlin winked at Nanfeng crazily.

This made Nan Feng, who had been following him from beginning to end, think more about "His Royal Highness used a hot pot meal to trick Miss Bai into becoming a coach".

"His Royal Highness, do you want to learn some Qinggong techniques from Miss Bai?"

The soldiers in the military camp learned killing moves and methods to enhance their combat effectiveness.

But they will not teach Qinggong Shenfa.

Unless His Highness the Crown Prince finds a reason to send someone to study.

"Nanfeng, there are some things that you can see through but don't tell, and there are still masters and servants who can do it."

Zhang Junlin smiled playfully and drew a big cake.

"Upgrading a level will speed up your leg strength a lot. It will be more convenient for me to inform you in the future, and you can also help me and my eldest sister to cultivate more outstanding secret guards, isn't it good?"

"good."

When it comes to Her Majesty the Princess, Nanfeng wants to learn from it regardless of conscience.

Zhang Junlin smiled with satisfaction and waved his hand towards Nanfeng, signaling her to become invisible.

He stood on tiptoes, raised his ears, and walked quietly towards the crowd in front.

On the way here, he was originally worried that something might happen to Dong You or Dong Yijiang, but when he got closer and heard a few gusts of wind, he knew that his thoughts were too honest.

Even after hearing only a few words, he roughly understood the ins and outs of the matter.

The news of Dong Yijiang's promotion to Minister of Household Affairs spread throughout Jinling City like wings.

This directly led to the children of the Dong family who were still in Jinling coming to Dong You in droves with letters of recommendation to ask for recommendations.

"Master Dong can't be the master of this palace. Isn't asking him to embarrass him?"

so.

Dong You pretended to be ill and fell ill.

But it's not over yet.

Although Dong You fell ill, capable people with lofty ideals came later and recommended themselves. After seeing Dong You's doctor and confirming that he was fine, they carried him to Huangzhuang.

The purpose is also very simple.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will still meet Grand Master Dong even if he does not meet us. When the time comes, we will personally recommend ourselves and conquer His Highness with our charisma and knowledge."

"His Highness can promote a small soldier guarding the city to serve as the Young Master of the Jingzhao Mansion, and he can also promote a domestic servant to be the Minister of Household Affairs. I am from a well-known family and can be both literary and military. I can at least become a third-grade official."

As the Prince of the Supervisory State, Zhang Junlin only has the highest appointment power of the third rank.

A third-rank official sounds like he is still several steps away from a first-rank official, but in fact, in the entire court system of South Vietnam, those who can reach the third rank are either ministers in charge of six departments or generals with great military exploits.

Even if we count the generals stationed at the border and the vain princes who were born rich, there are only a handful of third-grade officials combined.

"It seems that they only drank wine and did not eat vegetables for dinner. Even if they have peanuts, they would not have the courage to brag."

Zhang Junlin came closer.

I found Dong You lying in the still damp straw pile.

He was surrounded by a group of young people who were well-dressed and well-dressed, all holding a long white letter of recommendation in their hands.

In addition, the new guards around Dong You yelled "Master..." from time to time, making it seem as if Dong You was dying and everyone came to worship him.

"Why hasn't His Royal Highness come back yet?"

"Isn't it because you heard that I'm waiting here to recommend myself? It's hard to make a decision and I'm still considering it?"

"No matter what His Highness the Crown Prince thinks, I am only willing to stay in Jinling, Chuxian and Buzhou, whichever one of you likes to go to."

Such a topic is whether to stay or go on a business trip.

Immediately breaking the solemn atmosphere of visiting the grave just now, a group of people started talking about each other, starting from the eighteenth generation of ancestors, greetings and discussing status.

It was like the call of thousands of wild ducks, which made Dong You, who was lying in the straw pile, turn over in anger and cover his ears with straw.

"It's really an insult to politeness."

It's not loud, but it's very insulting.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Among the powerful people in the crowd, there are many people who have martial arts and literary skills.

After hearing Dong You's scolding, they looked at each other and swarmed forward, narrowing the encirclement.

"Master Dong's illness seems to be getting worse. He has started to talk nonsense!"

"How do you become the new personal guard? In my opinion, it is better to let Dong Yijiang take care of Grand Master Dong."

"Quick! Carry Master Dong to the eldest princess in the military camp, and ask the eldest princess to call the prince to come and have a look."

Zhang Junlin knew that a child from a powerful family usually behaved like a dog in showing off, being reserved, and being well-educated. But at a critical moment, he could be even more shameless than him.

But he has never seen such a shameless person in the world.

He insists on pretending to be sick when he is not sick...although it was Taishi Dong who first chose this bad idea of ​​pretending to be sick.

You are pretending to be sick but you are sick to the end, and you have to endure it until you say nothing.

Fortunately, now that he has been exposed for driving a pig up a tree, he will not be able to get off the stage. He can only have a chance to interact with these "talents".

"Put down my master!"

"Master! Master! I, Dong Ertian, will protect you to the death! Yeah! I will fight with you!"

Zhang Junlin looked at Dong You, who was being lifted up like a coffin, and Dong Ertian, who couldn't break through the obstacles, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Because he was in the dark, he looked darker and less outstanding, so his laughter failed to attract anyone's attention, so he could only clear his throat vigorously.

"Ahem! Everyone, I have heard your appeal."

"Let go of Grand Master, I'm here."

As soon as he opened his mouth.

The young talents around him who mistakenly thought he was a "companion" were shocked.

The bodies of those carrying the people were weak and they almost knocked Dong You down.

Dong You opened his eyes in surprise and frowned.

"Your Highness, I didn't ask someone to tell you..."
To be continued...