Chapter 1258 1258: The leader is actually myself (Part 2) [Please vote]
[No! 】
These two words almost blurted out.
Two eyes fell on the Holy Son at the same time.
In addition to Cui Xiao, who had a negligible presence and had an unknown expression, another scribe frowned slightly, seeming to be wondering what the Holy Son was causing trouble at the critical moment. He also asked Cui Xiao’s doubts: [Can I ask why ‘evacuation’ is not feasible? 】
When the Holy Son realized what he had said, he was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, regretting that his words were faster than his thoughts.
Faced with the middle-aged scribe's seemingly calm but in fact sharp, needle-like gaze, the Holy Son looked away as if he was sitting on pins and needles. His voice gradually became lower, and the fingers in his sleeves almost became tangled. She bit her lower lip: [I mean...]
The middle-aged scribe: [I hope the lady will be honest with you. 】
He changed the name of the Holy Son.
It is also a subtle reminder to the other party to remember their true identity and the purpose of their trip, and don’t get confused!
Most of the courage that the Holy Son had finally gathered was gone.
The middle-aged scribe still refused to speak frankly when he saw her, and he didn't have much patience to continue wasting time and was ready to leave. But as soon as he made a move, the Holy Son grabbed his sleeve with a lunge, panted heavily, and gritted his teeth and said: "No, we can't leave!" 】
Cui Xiao asked: [Why? reason? 】
The Holy Son finished speaking in one breath, fearing that he would not dare to tell the truth at all later: [Aren’t we doing harm to others? They were all the most ordinary common people, and each one was instigated to rebel. The rebellion also needs a leader, and we are their backbone. Once their backbone is gone, they will either continue to be deceived and used, or they will die under heavy military suppression! 】
She knew that she had feelings of compassion that she shouldn't have.
These believers are not the people of Kang State. Cui Xiao and others have no psychological burden at all when they use these people to rebel and cause chaos. Whether the people starve to death or are suppressed and killed has nothing to do with them. Rebellions broke out among believers in various parts of the southwest. The larger the scale and the more chaotic the situation, the more beneficial it will be to the situation on the front line of Kang State! She understands everything.
But——
[Didn’t Cui Yushi also say——]
[The Lord is God! 】
【Are these ignorant believers disposable pawns of God? 】
The Holy Son's questioning made the middle-aged scribe change his expression. Although he couldn't see Cui Xiao's face now, he expected that the other party's expression was not good-looking: [Does the queen know what nonsense she is talking about? 】
The other party completely blurred the boundaries.
【It is a good thing to have a kind heart, but you should not be generous to others. ] The life and death of the common people who have not been included in the borders of Kang State naturally have nothing to do with Kang State. It is not wrong to say that they are disposable chess pieces. [If this had not happened, they might all go to the battlefield and become Kang State's enemies. Could it be that the female monarch was called 'His Royal Highness the Holy Son' by them and she really thought that they were all one of their own? 】
It is foolish to pity potential enemies who have not been completely conquered.
How could she be so sure that their withdrawal at the critical moment would lead to greater casualties among ordinary believers, rather than less casualties?
The Holy Son opened his mouth, his white pupils seemed helpless.
She was about to sigh and apologize for her blunder.
Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened again.
Cui Xiaodao: [Nvjun’s worries are not unreasonable. It’s not impossible for us to stay, but Nvjun needs to think about it. 】
The Holy Son hurriedly asked: [What are you thinking about? 】
Cui Xiao told her: [I am willing to take risks. 】
The real backbone on the surface is not the middle-aged scribe or him, but her, who holds a "God-given national seal" and the title of "His Royal Highness the Holy Son". When she is here, believers will continue to come closer, making it more difficult for the southwestern countries to suppress her in the short term.
In her absence, the believers bumped into headless flies for a while and then stopped.
In fact, Shen Tang himself had no intention of letting this rebellion of the Eternal Life Cult last too long. He only wanted to trigger the rebellion in a short period of time and make the southwestern countries miserable. The believers did not have a stable supply of food and grass, nor a strong and powerful siege of the city, so the rebellion was unable to continue.
Cui Xiao complained slightly about her soft-heartedness.
A lot of effort was expended just for a riot that lasted for one or two months. It would be fine if we could win the southwest countries within a time limit, but what if we couldn't? If it cannot be taken down, the well-planned rebellion will not have the desired effect. Cui Xiao didn't like this kind of gambling.
He prefers something safer.
For example, make this rebellion last longer.
But these are all his inner thoughts, and it is impossible for the Lord to adopt them if he puts them forward. Now there is an enemy who has good intentions and takes the initiative to use it as an excuse. Cui Xiao doesn't mind using it once.
The Holy Son only hesitated for two breaths and nodded firmly into the air.
【I am not afraid of death! 】
Cui Xiao, who was standing beside her, chuckled: [That’s very good. 】
Middle-aged scribe: […]
Based on his understanding of Cui Xiao’s evil heart, Cui Shanxiao would not easily get into trouble if there was no profit to be made. After calming the Holy Son's emotions, the middle-aged scribe walked out of the simple tent with worries: [Cui Shanxiao, I know you are here, please reply now. 】
The wind blew, but no one answered.
The middle-aged scribe wanted to spit: "Don't pretend to be dead!" 】
Cui Xiao said: [I didn’t want to harm her either. 】
He still has some bottom lines.
Middle-aged scribe: [The Lord has not ordered us to do anything else. If we are held accountable later, won’t you blame her? 】
Cui Xiao laughed: [Isn’t that what she asked for? 】
Overflowing with good intentions will only cause more sins. Isn't this the price?
Middle-aged scribe: […]
All parties are paying close attention to the outcome of this battle.
Among them, Su Shiyilu, who was lying down and collecting military honors, was the most enthusiastic. He led his team out every now and then to inquire about the situation, and stood on the city wall every day to look out. Looking forward to the stars and the moon, looking forward to anxiety: "Jiang Xiandeng, this battle won't end like this, right?"
Jiang Sheng is sitting on the roof looking at the moon and stars.
He asked: "General, what do you mean?"
Su Shiyilu also sat down and patted his thigh.
"I still like military exploits achieved with both hands."
The main force of the Southwest Allied Forces ran towards him, made a feint, and were hooked back by Shen Tang halfway. Fighting has been going on in various battlefields for a long time, and he has never even seen what the enemy looks like here. This kind of life of lying around and collecting military merits is really boring to the point of getting moldy.
“It doesn’t taste good if you pick it up for free.”
He babbled and complained.
“Wuzhou’s generals cannot be underestimated.”
Wuzhou has only one capable general, and his military exploits all rely on picking up mistakes. This makes Su Shiyilu stand out among the generals. A foothold?
Jiang Sheng was almost speechless.
"...General, others want your good luck too."
Gaining military merit for nothing is a treatment only given to those with great fortune.
It’s good that Su Shiyilu, an old boy, actually dislikes him. If he were to have a strong enemy, would he fight to the death for the state of Kang? Once the limelight goes wrong, he surrenders faster than anyone else. If you don't believe Su Shiyilu, I don't know how many people are envious and jealous of him. He got benefits and still behaved. This old face looks like he deserves a beating.
Jiang Sheng ignored him, and Su Shiyilu could only find topics to talk about.
He also imitated Jiang Sheng and raised his head, trying to see something, stealing a trick from his master: "Jiang Xiandeng, I see you look at the stars and the moon every day, rain or shine, what kind of knowledge can you tell from this?"
Jiang Sheng gave the answer: "Look at everyone's fortune."
His skills as a scribe are perfect, and he can predict the fortune of the other person without having to see him face to face. Luck is an artifact when used on the battlefield. Jiang Sheng can judge the outcome through major civil and military fortunes. For example, take Su Shiyilu. The opponent's fortune is so great that the main force of the Southwest Allied Forces is not able to overwhelm the enemy. This means that the battle is likely to be close to danger, and he can rest assured to transfer troops and horses to other places for support.
The whole city can be defended by just one Su Shiyilu!
Of course, man is determined by nature, and fortune is not fixed. There is some element of gambling in this.
Betting with Su Shiyilu’s life, Jiang Sheng had no burden.
"Everyone's fortune? Let me see who is there."
Su Shiyilu is now a colleague of Jiang Sheng, from the same camp. He does not need to avoid such a level of secrets, so he immediately stretched out his neck to take a peek , I saw Jiang Sheng spreading a scroll of letters on his knees. My name was prominently in the front row, followed by the names of others.
“Is there any particularity to this ranking?”
It doesn’t seem to be based on closeness.
Jiang Sheng said: “According to luck.”
Su Shiyilu is temporarily ranked first.
"Lin Lingde is so far behind?" Su Shiyilu noticed Lin Feng at first sight and gloated, "The war is not going well?"
Lin Feng's excellence is that even as an enemy, he To be admitted.
The more outstanding she is, the more unhappy Su Shiyilu feels.
Always think that the other party can fall into the quagmire.
Jiang Sheng said: "Sisters and feet are jealous, and there will be blood disasters."
Su Shiyilu became interested as soon as he heard this, and wanted to clap his hands and said: "Okay, great, what a brother and sister. No, she is not the head of the Lin family. , Alone, how can there be any blood relatives? "
Jiang Sheng didn't say much.
Su Shiyilu saw two more stains next to Lin Feng.
Other names are neat and tidy, but these two stains are blurry and seem to be typos: "Who is this person?"
Jiang Sheng lowered his head and glanced: "Cui Xiao."
Su Shiyilu went through it in his mind and vaguely thought it was a familiar name: "He is dead? Did you black out his name?"
Jiang Sheng: "...No."
It was because of the other party's scribe's way of writing that I couldn't write well.
Su Shiyilu: "Why is he ranked after Lin Lingde?"
"With a single thought, the widow will destroy the wife, and the red star will fall."
Su Shiyilu lost interest as soon as he heard this.
“What kind of bad luck is this?” In his opinion, any punishment that does not hurt him is indifferent. “There are so many courtiers in Kangguo who don’t have wives, and one more of him is not enough. ."
Jiang Sheng closed the slip: "What do you know?"
Su Shiyilu sneered: "I understand very well."
Jiang Sheng said thoughtfully: "That's right. Being widowed and suppressing your wife is really nothing to you. It doesn't mean that your siblings are jealous."
Su Shiyilu felt that he was being yin and yang.
As everyone knows, there is another person who has the same mind as him at this time.
In order to facilitate training and grinding, Lin Feng does not live in the military camp these days, but in an unowned courtyard nearby. The previous owner of this villa was also an elegant owner, and even an inexperienced person could see the value of the furnishings. The soldiers and horses of Kang State came in, and the owner of the other courtyard fled elsewhere, and the courtyard became deserted.
It just serves as a temporary residence for Lin Feng.
When she returned, the lights were on in the courtyard.
The light casts a tall figure on the window paper.
Lin Feng's pace quickened a bit: "Brother!"
The young scribe looked back, his plain features became vivid the moment he saw Lin Feng. Judging from the appearance, the young man is somewhat similar to Lin Feng, and it is obvious at a glance that they are related by blood. The young man picked her up with a lantern, and warm food was already placed in the room.
The food is very simple, but it is the taste of childhood that has been lost for a long time.
The young scribe sat back and peeled off the lotus pods: "You have been coming home late recently, with a sad face, but have you encountered something difficult?"
Lin Feng said: "The training is not going well."
The young scribe was not surprised by this and casually said Said: "Most of the soldiers of Kang State are from the northwest, and there is little water in the northwest. Under such circumstances, few are good at water. Fighting with the people in the southwest is to use your own shortcomings to compete with the enemy's strong points. How can you not suffer a loss?" ?”
Lin Feng held the bowl and put the soup into his stomach.
“Hey, this is a last resort.”
Having said this, the young scribe did not continue to ask further questions.
After peeling off the lotus pods, he picked up the embroidery booth from hand and skillfully threaded the needle and thread. Lin Feng read the Book of War and the Spirit by candlelight. The atmosphere between the two was harmonious, with only the beeping sound of candlelight burning in the air. Voice.
After a long time, a purse arrived at Lin Feng's hand.
The young scribe was adding oil to the candlestick and saw Lin Feng putting the military book on one side. He took out the dress that he had cut during the day and asked Lin Feng to go back to the room to try on the size and length. If it did not suit him, he would wear it again. Change it.
“The second brother can work in the hall and in the kitchen. If this condition is met in China, I don’t know how many girls will like him.” With someone at home to help take care of the trivial matters, the head of the family can work hard for his career outside with peace of mind. It’s a pity. Not many men like to be assistants.
Women with such a spirit often have no choice but to recruit a wife.
The average level of men who are willing to marry is not too high.
The young man obviously understood the customs of Kang State and understood the meaning of Lin Feng's words, so he raised his hand and hit her forehead: "Noisy."
Lin Feng went to try the size. It's just right, and it was what she liked when she was little: "little I’m not kidding, brother, this nemesis is much better than me, and my master’s stitching is not the only one who doesn’t dislike me. Apart from them, even my senior fellow students have to dislike me.”
“The nemesis is not good. , Jiaojiao is talented and learned.”
The young scribe waved her over.
Lin Feng stretched out his hand and asked the other party to come closer to change his sleeves.
Looking at the soft brows of the young man under the candlelight, Lin Feng couldn't help but soften his tone, and his thoughts went back to more than ten years ago: "I remember playing with my brother when I was six years old. My skirt was torn and my sleeves were torn. Auntie just took the needle and thread and helped me sew it stitch by stitch..."
That was her favorite skirt.
She only recognized this one, and Aniang promised to make an exact one to replace it: [Jiaojiao don’t want it! Jiaojiao wants it! 】
Children who grow up with love have the privilege of acting like a spoiled child.
My mother had no choice but to sew it up herself, and Lin Feng burst into laughter. The brother in front of me looks very much like my mother-in-law.
Young scribe: "I don't remember much."
Looking at the modified sleeves with no trace at all, Lin Feng felt sorry for him: "Brother has suffered a lot these years..."
You can tell from the details without asking.
My brother's attire was on the plain side, and there was no ostentation or celebration in his memory. The material of this dress is not bad, but it is not very good either. She remembered that she used to live in the house, and she also learned traditional clothing from her mother. She clearly remembered that her brother had to make twenty or thirty new clothes every season. One set would be worn two or three times at most, and it would be disposed of as used clothes. It still looks like brand new.
Each set has corresponding accessories.
Not to mention mending, he can’t even thread a needle.
Now he is proficient in female celebrities. It is conceivable that in the past years, he must have been forced to learn these due to living conditions.
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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival~