Jingwan coldly tugged at the corner of her mouth. Hehe, this Emperor, what exactly did he want to do?
But it didn't matter. Since these people were packed up, naturally they would make the best use of them. Regardless of how many of these people had problems or had ulterior motives, as long as these people were watched, they were not allowed to take a step out of the prescribed area, they were not allowed to casually contact other people. Once they disobeyed, they would be dealt with as spies. In any case, it was after the war, they could easily find a reason. Thus, they did not believe that they could still cause any trouble.
After these people arrived, they were personally "received" by Jingwan. They only needed a head ornament, their clothes were almost plain, and a simple chair was placed there to sit. There was a square table by the side with a cup of tea. Jingwan put one hand on the armrest, her expression indifferent. Behind her stood a Gong mama. It was originally an ordinary scene, but it made these people who were standing tense for no reason, not daring to slack off.
Gong mama methodically explained a lot of rules to them, "….. Do you all understand?"
These rules were stricter than entering the Wangfu's courtyard in the capital. As a famous theatrical troupe, they were somewhat indignant. They were not criminals, but seeing the seemingly indifferent Jin Wangfei, they did not dare to be rash and agreed one after another. In contrast, the people of Jin Wangfu were very calm. These rules were similar to when they were in the Wangfu.
Jingwan's fingertips lightly tapped on the armrest of the chair. The fingernails and the wooden fingertips made a slight sound. Just this sound attracted everyone's attention, "There are some ugly words that this Wangfei will say first. If these rules are violated, you must be prepared to stay in the military camp forever. As for what kind of method you will stay, this Wangfei believes that everyone is well aware that it is probably not what you want."
They were all entertainers and belonged to the lowly category. Even if they were men, when they arrived at the military camp, they would not be soldiers. There was only one type — prostitutes. As the saying goes, after two or three years of being a soldier, a sow is more beautiful than a cicada. The things that were bred in the military camp were definitely more than what outsiders could imagine. Due to various reasons, it seemed quite normal for them to comfort each other. Those who were thrown into the military camp by the Princess Consort's order, needless to say, were women. The men would also have to "play the flute every night". When that time came, who would be afraid of men and women?
Although there were some men who, due to some reasons, were submissive like child molesters, it did not mean that these men were willing to be part of the military prostitutes. In the military prostitutes camp, they might not even be comparable to those in the lowest class brothels. To put it bluntly, if you wanted to sleep with those people, you would have to spend some money. As for the military prostitutes, they might not even have the chance to take a breather. There was no other way, there were too many soldiers.
Therefore, when they heard the meaning behind Jingwan's words, they all kept quiet out of fear. Even if they really had any ulterior motives, they would probably have to reconsider at this time.
However, it seemed that they had to change their understanding of the Princess Consort.
Jing did not care at all what they thought in their hearts. After giving them a warning, she got up and walked away leisurely. However, her words were definitely not a joke. If someone dared to commit a crime knowingly, then he would definitely not have a good ending. Her sympathy for the innocent was getting weaker and weaker, let alone those who had committed a crime and deserved it.
After this matter was handed over, Jingwan did not ask any more questions. What she wanted to see was the final result.
It was probably because they had nothing to do, or perhaps they wanted to perform well in front of the Princess Consort, or perhaps the troupe that belonged to the Wangfu wanted to compete with those outside. After all, if they were raised by the family, they would appear to be useless if they were compared to those outside. How would they be able to defend their own position? And those outside were the most famous in the capital and had experienced trials and hardships. If they were raised by the family, where would their face go? Thus, with this kind of competitive mentality, they quickly produced results.
When they produced results, those in the wounded barracks naturally had good fortune. Thus, these people knew that they came to this dangerous place not to relieve Jin Qinwang and Princess Consort's boredom. However, Jin Qinwang's orders were placed there, there was no room for them to interfere. Therefore, no matter what they thought in their hearts, they had to obediently continue to sing.
Of course, towards the end, it was not only to sing in the "wounded barracks", the soldiers at the front should also properly enjoy the benefits.
Just like this, another month passed in a hurry and another year was approaching. It was cold enough but fortunately, it did not snow in this area. However, from the information that Jingwan received, it was indeed as a certain person had said. A large area of the north was covered in snow and it was a rare snowstorm. Sure enough, people could change and this heavenly power was still the same as before.
Speaking of which, Prince Rui's "son" had already been born. It could only be said that Prince Rui really did not have a son. Princess Consort Rui's third child was still a girl. It was obvious that she would definitely make a boy. Jingwan wanted to ask where this boy came from. A certain person definitely knew but he just smiled and did not speak. Jingwan looked at it. It was definitely not the child that Prince Rui had originally prepared. Its origin was most likely not simple and it was clearly the rhythm of something big.
The war was still in a deadlock. The West Hun Tribe's Virtuous King did not advance. Or rather, he did not have the strength to advance but he still stubbornly defended the territory that he had seized and did not yield an inch.
In the capital, Le Chengdi was clearly anxious and gave Li Suyan "orders" more than once.
Li Hongyuan knocked on the map in front of him, "It's time to close the net."
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