Chapter 1258 Chapter 1258: The leader is actually myself (Part 2) [Ask for monthly votes]
【no! 】
These two words almost came out of my mouth.
Two eyes on the scene fell on the Holy Son at the same time.
Except for Cui Xiao, who had a minimal sense of 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.
Facing the middle-aged scribe's seemingly calm, yet sharp, needle-like searching eyes, the Holy Son felt uncomfortable and shifted his gaze as if he were sitting on pins and needles. His voice gradually became lowered, and the fingers in his sleeves almost became tangled. She bit her lower lip: [I mean...]
Middle-aged scribe: [I hope you will be honest with me. 】
He changed the title of the 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 later he would not dare to tell the truth at all: "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 use these people to rebel and cause chaos without any psychological burden. 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 that——】
【The Lord is God! 】
【Are these ignorant believers disposable pawns of God? 】
The middle-aged scribe's face changed when the Holy Son asked him this question. 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 has 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 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 are not 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 do you want to do?" 】
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.
With her away, the believers bumped into headless flies for a while and then stopped.
In fact, Shen Tang himself had no intention of letting the Eternal Life Rebellion last too long. He only wanted to detonate 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 a little about her soft-heartedness.
A lot of effort was expended just for a riot that lasted for one or two months. It would be better if we could win the southwestern 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 more secure.
For example, make this rebellion last longer.
But these are all his inner personal 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'm 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 Xiaohei's 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 almost 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 and said, "Isn't that what she asked for?" 】
The overflow of good intentions only creates 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 foot of the city wall every day to look out. Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon, looking forward to anxiety: "Jiang Xiandeng, isn't this the end of this battle?"
Jiang Sheng was sitting on the roof looking at the moon and stars.
He asked: "What does the general mean?"
Su Shiyilu also sat down and patted his thighs.
“I still like military achievements achieved with both hands.”
The main force of the Southwest Allied Forces ran toward 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 smell good if you pick it up for free.”
He complained and babbled.
“Wuzhou’s generals cannot be underestimated.”
There is only one capable general in Wuzhou, and all his military achievements depend on picking up mistakes. How can Su Shiyilu gain a foothold among generals?
Jiang Sheng was almost speechless.
“…General, others want your good luck too.”
Getting military honors for free is a treatment only given to those with great fortune.
Su Shiyilu is an old boy, but he actually dislikes him. If he is given a strong enemy, will 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 by raising his head, trying to see something, and copied his master's trick: "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?"
His scribe's skills are perfect, and he can predict the other's fortune without seeing the other person 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 can conquer nature, and fortune is not fixed.There is some element of gambling in this.
Betting with Su Shiyilu's life, Jiang Sheng has no burden.
“What’s everyone’s fortune? I’ll take a look at who’s there.”
Su Shiyilu is now a colleague of Jiang Sheng, in the same camp. He doesn't have to hide secrets of this level. He immediately stretched out his neck to peek, and 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 order?”
Doesn't seem to be arranged based on closeness or distance.
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, "Is the war going badly?"
Lin Feng’s excellence is something even his enemy would recognize.
The more outstanding she is, the more unhappy Su Shiyilu becomes.
Always think that the other party can fall into the quagmire.
Jiang Sheng said: "If your hands and feet break the wall, there will be blood disaster."
Su Shiyilu became interested as soon as he heard this. He wanted to clap his hands and say, "Okay, okay, what a sibling. No, she is not the head of the Lin family. She is alone. How can she be related by blood?"
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 felt that the name was familiar: "He is dead? Did you black out his name?"
Jiang Sheng: “...No.”
It is because I was influenced by the way of the other party’s scribes 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 ministers in Kang State who have no wives, and one more of him is not much."
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 subjugating your wife is really not that big of a deal to you. It doesn't mean that your siblings are fighting against each other."
Su Shiyilu felt like 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 did not live in the military camp these days, but lived 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 works as a temporary residence for Lin Feng.
When she went back, 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 brows and eyes 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 come home late these days, with a gloomy look on your face, but have you encountered something difficult?"
Lin Feng said: "The training is not going very well."
The young scribe was not surprised by this and said casually: "Most of the soldiers of Kang State were from the northwest, which lacks water. Under such circumstances, few are good at water. If you fight with the people in the southwest, you will use your own shortcomings." How can you not suffer losses if you are strong enough to fight the enemy?"
Lin Feng held the bowl and poured the soup into his stomach.
“Hey, this is also a last resort.”
At this point, the young scribe did not continue to ask further questions.
After peeling off the lotus pods, he picked up the embroidery shed from hand and threaded the needle skillfully. Lin Feng read the book of war and spirit by the candlelight. The atmosphere between the two was harmonious, with only the beeping sound of the candlelight burning in the air.
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 aside. 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 was not suitable, he would 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 a career outside with peace of mind. Unfortunately, there are not many men who like to help. .
A female gentleman with this kind of ambition often has 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 knew 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 on the size, and it was just right, which was what she liked when she was a child: "Little sister, I'm not joking, brother, this female celebrity is much better than me, and my stitches are so good that the teacher doesn't dislike them, except for them, Even my senior brother would dislike me."
“It’s not good to be a female celebrity, but it’s okay to be beautiful and talented.”
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 young man's soft eyebrows 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. My mother-in-law held it like this. Needle and thread to help me sew stitch by stitch..."
That is her favorite dress.
She only recognized this one, and A-niang promised to make an exact one to replace it: [Jiaojiao, no! Jiaojiao wants it! 】
Children who grow up with love have the privilege of acting like a spoiled child.
Mother had no choice but to sew it up herself, which made Lin Feng laugh out of tears. 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, I have suffered a lot these years..."
You can judge from the details without asking.
My brother’s attire was rather plain, not as festive as he remembered. 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.
Let alone mending, he can't even thread a needle.
Now he is proficient in female beauty. It is conceivable that in the past years, he must have been forced to learn this due to living conditions.
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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival~