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Chapter 649 Improvisation

The next morning, Zhou Chang climbed up to the north tower of Maicheng without waiting for the drum to be beaten on the opposite side.

Today, there is a mourning flag every five steps on the north tower, and a catapult every three steps.

Zhou Chang sat alone on the north city tower, drinking the northwest wind for half an hour, when Jiang Mengcai and his men "arrived late".

"Your Highness Prince Yi, why are you here so early?" Jiang Meng asked, rubbing his temple.

I drank too much last night and had a headache when I woke up this morning.

Zhou Chang looked at the smoke rising from the camp of the Mirage Kingdom from afar and couldn't help but sigh: "It turns out that no matter whether it's a human or an animal, they all need to eat."

The more familiar Jiang Meng became with Prince Yi, the more he felt that he could not always follow up on his words and had to make an effort to respond: "Yes, your highness's sigh is a wise saying that is applicable everywhere."

Zhou Chang continued his irrelevant speech: "Hey, Brother Jiang, I can't sleep either, so I came to the tower early to take a look."

Jiang Meng hurried over because he knew that Prince Yi had already arrived at the tower: "Your Highness, are you worried that you can't win this battle?"

"We may not want to win, but no one wants to lose." Zhou Chang seemed to be talking about the war, but he was thinking about more than just this.

Jiang Meng was speechless. In the past, his father, Jiang Rui, Marquis of Wu'an, always said that he lacked the ambition that a soldier should have.

He never accepted the meaning of the word "ambition" and never understood it.

But just now, Prince Yi's tone was so indifferent, and his bright phoenix eyes were gleaming with brilliance, which seemed even brighter than the rising sun in the east.

In order to win, Prince Yi even threw away 100,000 taels of silver. I heard that that amount was almost equivalent to Prince Yi's life.

The two stood there, the cool morning breeze penetrating their clothes.

After a while, people from the Jin Caosi brought the small change they had prepared all night to the city wall one after another.

Zhou Chang didn't even look at him, but turned around and went down the tower: "Brother Jiang, I'm going to have breakfast, please help yourself first."

Jiang Meng bowed and saw him off respectfully.

The garrison posthouse was right next to the north city tower. Zhou Chang went downstairs to have breakfast. Feeling bored, he went to the mourning hall to take a look at Xian Wang Fengzheng.

It seemed unreasonable to only stay at the funeral hall for one night, but it was also unlikely that she would stay there for seven days.

In the coffin, King Xian Feng Zheng lay quietly. No one knew what preservation technology the ancients used. Except for the fact that King Xian's head was still as big, his complexion was much better than when he was seen in broad daylight before.

Zhou Chang spoke silently to King Xian in his heart for a while, hoping that he would bless them to win the battle. However, he suddenly remembered halfway through his words that even if King Xian still had a spirit in heaven, he might not really want this, so it would be better to ask Guan Gong for help than to ask him.

So I gave up.

I'm so bored now mainly because I'm waiting for the Mirage Army to launch its attack, but I haven't heard any drumbeats outside the city for such a long time. I'm sure they won't come to pick up the silver today, right?

Zhou Chang then went to the courtyard where King Xian lived before his death, mainly to find the study. He couldn't sleep last night, so he thought of cramming for the exam and finding some military books to read.

Ever since the mourning hall was set up, no one has been entering or leaving the courtyard where King Xian lived during his lifetime. Now the courtyard is empty, with even fallen leaves all over the ground and no one has cleaned them up.

Zhou Chang took the skinny monkey and turned right and went directly to the study. He thought there would be no one inside, but he almost bumped into someone.

Han Hui, the former tutor and deputy general of Prince Xian, stepped back and bowed, "My humble general is sorry for the sudden arrival of Prince Yi. I beg your forgiveness for bumping into him."

Although Zhou Chang had only met Han Hui once, he still had an impression of him. Knowing that he was not a talkative person, he said directly, "It's okay. I came here because I thought that Brother Xian should have a lot of military books. I want to borrow two to read."

Han Hui bowed his head and could not see his expression clearly. He just bowed and asked, "Yes, His Royal Highness Prince Xian did leave behind a lot of military books. I wonder which two His Royal Highness Prince Yi wants?"

"Uh..." Zhou Chang certainly didn't know any military books, and he couldn't find one even after searching Prince Yi Fengming's memory.

Looking around, King Xian's study was full of things, with various books, study treasures, tea sets and ornaments all sorted out in different categories.

It was not good to say that he did not know any military books, so he avoided the question: "Are you collecting the things that Brother Xian Wang had left behind?"

"Yes..." Han Hui still answered in a serious tone, "His Royal Highness Prince Xian's coffin will be returning soon. These are the things he usually uses, so I thought of bringing them back to His Royal Highness."

"Well, you are thoughtful." Zhou Chang nodded, and he didn't know what else to say.

Han Huiben lowered his head, as if thinking for a moment, then turned around and picked up two books from the pile of books he had sorted out, then turned around and presented them with both hands: "Your Highness Prince Yi, these two books are what Prince Xian reads every day. If Your Highness can use them, you can take them and read them first."

Zhou Chang reached out to take it and looked at the cover one by one.

The two books are "Minutes of Military Training" and "Essentials of Military Strategy".

Of course, we can't expect to have "The Art of War" and "Thirty-Six Strategies".

After all, there is no such person as Sun Wu in this dimension of time and space.

But what are these two books in his hand? Prince Yi has no memory of them at all.

However, when studying, one should also have the spirit of not being ashamed to ask questions.

Zhou Chang was just about to ask Han Hui on the spot when suddenly a rapid "drum beating" sound came from outside.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Ah, they are coming." This is what Zhou Chang was waiting for, and he ran out with the book in his hand.

When the first drum beat stopped, Zhou Chang went up to the city wall again.

Jiang Mengze was ordering the silver coins to be loaded onto the catapult.

Zhou Chang glanced towards the Mirage Army's camp. On the opposite side was another dark and huge crowd, lined up in battle formation. The number of people seemed to be three times more than yesterday.

As soon as the drumbeats from the opposite side stopped, the city gate below the tower slowly opened a crack, and as usual, a vanguard rode out on horseback and hung a sign of non-fighting on the flagpole of their own position.

Today was the first time Zhou Chang watched the whole process, but it was only the first drum beat, so he was not in a hurry.

But he remembered that he still had two military books in his hand, so he went to ask Jiang Meng: "Brother Jiang, how about these two military books? I plan to cram for the exam at the last minute."

Jiang Meng glanced at it and asked instead of answering, "Your Highness, did you find these two books from His Highness Prince Xian's study?"

"How do you know?" Zhou Chang was slightly surprised.

"This is an enlightenment book that all generals who lead troops must read. Anyone who is interested in this should start reading it when he enters the military camp at the age of fourteen." Jiang Meng's tone was normal, but there was obvious disdain in his eyes.

Just now, Xian Wang's deputy general Han Hui said that this is what Xian Wang reads every day, and now Jiang Meng said that this is what he reads when he is just getting started.

Could it be that King Xian was also like her, cramming before going to the battlefield?

That's really...

Zhou Chang didn't dare to think about it, but after Jiang Meng said that, he lost interest before even reading it. He simply turned around and handed the book to the skinny monkey, and then went to check the preparations for the catapult.