Chapter 195 - The Overbearing General’s Pretty Warlord (XIV)
He whispered to Lou Ying : “…… Mr.”
The voice was a little shaky, scratching Lou Ying’s ear like a cat, as if it were not deliberately provocative.
Chi Xiaochi said, “I don’t have a card anymore.”
Lou Ying : “……”
Chi Xiaochi: “The card is quite expensive, so I just redeemed one for fun.”
He remembers that the last manifestation card was redeemed with Yan Jinhua’s remorse value on the third day after he started begging for food.
On that day, Yan Jinhua was beaten up by a small group of local beggars for taking over someone else’s land because he had no experience in begging for food, and the shack he had managed to build was demolished, leaving him crawling out of town.
A full 80 points, for 5 minutes of physical time, is a useless piece of junk, and Chi Xiaochi redeemed it for a collection.
Chi Xiaochi said, “When this mission is over, back in Lord GOD space, we’ll do this again.”
Lou Ying : “What does …… do?”
Chi Xiaochi’s pretend light-hearted tone was a little shaky: “Just, about that.”
Lou Ying’s grip on him loosened.
Chi Xiaochi turned her back on him and said, “I have physical needs, I have them sometimes, it’s normal.”
Lou Ying’s voice sounded behind him, unmistakably happy, “What did you say you were going to do?”
Chi Xiaochi stood up, pulling his unlifted right soft boot up to his ankle: “Well, I’ll go and get the food.”
The sound of walking out of the tent woke Li Yeshu, who had taken a nap outside the tent, and without Chi Xiaochi having to say a word, he got up to fetch some vegetables.
Chi Xiaochi faces the sky and takes a deep breath.
…… He did it on purpose.
I deliberately misinterpreted Lou Ying’s meaning to provoke him, knowing that even if he was angry, he would not be very angry.
Chi Xiaochi is not retarded, he just doesn’t want to get involved in more complicated emotions.
Just friendship would be nice.
Chi Xiaochi thinks that Lou likes him a little.
But it should only be a little.
Lou Ying was such a gentle person, able to embrace his bones a little bit of innocence, charming, he couldn’t imagine anyone who could match him.
He was like a man who had been poor for a long time and thought he would remain poor, who suddenly came into possession of a wealthy treasure which he was allowed to enjoy and spend, but which he preferred to put away in a box and sleep on a hard box.
Very strange psychology.
Chi Xiaochi gave a laugh, took the small tray handed to him by Li Yeshu and re-entered the tent.
The atmosphere in the tent, if not the atmosphere, was violently dissipated by Chi Xiaochi’s declaration of dating, which made Chi Xiaochi feel a little more at ease.
Lou Ying, as he expected, thoughtfully refrained from saying anything else so romantic that it made his heart skip a beat.
For a while the only sounds in the tent were the clinking of cups and bowls and the swallowing of the warm soup as it flowed into the mouth.
Lou Ying’s eating movements were so elegant that Chi Xiaochi watched him and gradually calmed down.
They also had to sleep, so the portions of food prepared by Shu were on the small side.
Lou Ying put his chopsticks down when he was about five minutes full: “Well, that’s good.”
Chi Xiaochi removes the small table and dishes from the bed and lies back down with Lou Ying, tucks him in and then closes his eyes and pretends to be ready for sleep.
He figured that people should be sleepy when they’ve had enough to eat, and when Lou Ying went to sleep, he used a hypnosis card to fall asleep ……
In the long silence, Chi Xiaochi, thinking Lou Ying should be asleep, secretly lights up the display.
The moment the slumbering display lit up, a sleepless voice suddenly came from beside me, “Speaking of which, we have an appointment?”
Chi Xiaochi pokes a crooked finger.
It was a bit of a no-brainer, yet Chi Xiaochi instinctively felt something was wrong: “…… has an appointment or something.”
Lou Ying pauses for a moment, as if deliberating what words would be more appropriate.
In the end, he chose to borrow the words of Chi Xiaochi: “About.”
Chi Xiaochi : “…………”
He felt that something was wrong with the situation.
In Chi Xiaochi’s original vision, Lou Ying would have refused.
Chi Xiaochi turns his head sideways and opens his eyes to meet a pair of eyes sunken in darkness, silent as two stars.
Lou Ying gently asked for his opinion, “After you get home? Do you prefer the kitchen, the bathroom, or the bed?”
Chi Xiaochi : “Mr. ……, when did you become like this.”
Lou Ying : “I hope you have a better experience.”
Chi Xiaochi tries to be shameless: “I didn’t say that.”
Lou Ying was even more shameless than he was: “I recorded it.”
Chi Xiaochi : “Mr. ……, that’s a bit perverted of you.”
Lou Ying : “Do you want me to play it for you.”
No sound from Chi Xiaochi.
Lou Ying seems to feel something and takes stock of his inventory in his consciousness, finding that another hypnotic card is missing.
…… obviously has an amnesia card but it’s useless, not bad, an improvement.
He sat up and looked at Chi Xiaochi, who had fallen into a deep sleep, and sighed slightly.
Lou Ying knows what the crux of Chi Xiaochi’s problem is.
Memory is what glorifies a person.
Chi Xiaochi probably didn’t realise that Lou Ying had been glorified too much in his mind.
A teenager who is good at his studies, mechanically proficient, good-tempered, and has little to show for it, will occasionally agonise over a problem he got wrong, will forget the fried eggs in the pan because he is so engrossed in the problem that he can only stare at the charred mess in the pan.
He did not want to be a god on high, and Lou Ying was not a god.
At least God will not die or be formatted to be ignorant of the secrets of the system.
Lou Ying gazes at Chi Xiaochi with a soft and helpless smile on her lips.
”Now, I can be whatever I want to be. Star, Moon, Dong Feihong , Bu Lu, Gan Yu, Gan Tang, Coal Boss, Wen Yujing, Yu Fengmian.”
”But I am not your imagination.”
”I want a lot of things, I have desires and a lot of bad thoughts that you can’t imagine. In the future, you may have to take it slowly and be more tolerant.”
He looked down, straightened the somewhat messy covers on Chi Xiaochi’s forehead without any more intimate movements, and whirled around, supporting himself with his arms to the floor, settled in his wheelchair, looked down between his legs and gave a bitter laugh.
Being a leopard takes care of itself, as does being in a wheelchair.
Li Yeshu, standing guard outside the tent, faintly hears a muffled, suppressed grunt or two from inside the tent, but he pricks up his ears to listen carefully, but feels he hears nothing.
Probably dreaming.
Encouraged by the great victory, the generals marched much faster.
Exactly half a month later, they arrived at a river in the southern border.
As spring deepens and the snow melts, the river is swiftly flowing down with ice wrapped in jade, like a horse without reins.
”The Horse without Borders”, is also the name given to the river by the local Aboriginal people.
There were also a number of veterans in the group who had been responsible for escorting provisions all year round. The further along the river they went, the louder the cutting and chattering within the group became, as if everyone was whispering about one thing.
Yan Yuanheng wondered, “What are they talking about?”
Shi Tingyun rides on his white horse, the white spikes on his silver helmet bristling in the river breeze.
He replied, “Back to the Thirteenth Prince, the ferry is coming up.”
Ferry?
Yes, looking at the terrain, if he remembered correctly, there was a leaf boat crossing ahead.
Yan Yuanheng fell silent.
One winter’s day when he was still an infant, the southern border raised its strength and waged a war.
Shi Jinghong was only a young general in his early twenties and had not long been in charge of the army. He was separated from the larger group in the battle and fought and retreated along the river.
That battle stained the Ying River with blood.
Shi Jinghong was afraid that the Southerners would kill and trample the corpses, so he ordered the bodies of the Chinese soldiers to be pushed into the blood-red waters of the river.
The lonely soul travels along the river and will eventually return home.
The following year, the world was at peace.
An old soldier who had been a fire-head for many years in the Northern Government Army asked to see Shi Jinghong early one morning, and when he met him, he bowed and said incoherently, “Thank you, General Shi, thank you, General Shi.
Shi Jinghong, confused, picked him up and asked what was the matter.
He held up a letter and said with tearful eyes that his wife had written yesterday, saying that she had dreamt that her son had come home, dressed in bloodstained iron armour and drenched in wetness, and that he had not spoken, but had only kowtowed three times at the door.
On waking, his old wife hobbled to the door and knelt where her son had just knelt in his dream, stroking and stroking as if there were still traces of water left there.
The soldier sobbed and said, “Without General Shi’s guidance, his son’s soul would never have returned.
When he didn’t hear Shi Jinghong’s response, he looked up and saw, to his dismay, that Shi Jinghong was also sobbing in the upper seat.
Since then, the rules have been set by the North House Army.
Whenever the northern troops passed a leafy boat, they had to dismount and lead their horses.
The Lord’s General was required to kneel in front of the ferry to offer his clothes, to guard the souls of the dead warriors in the river, and to clothe himself for his return home.
In addition to this, there are three non-sacrifices.
No sacrifice in time of war, no sacrifice in case of emergency, no sacrifice without respect.
The last time Yan Yuanheng led his troops to reinforce them, he also passed through this area, and because of the urgency of the battle, he did not stop along the way, rushing directly from a leaf boat.
When he returned, he had the wounded Shi Tingyun on his mind and no one warned him as he sped past.
After all, he was not a member of the North’s army, and even if he was, given his overwhelming emotions, it would be considered “disrespectful”.
Yan Yuanheng was distracted by the events of the past, and within a moment the front line came to a halt.
Shi Tingyun on his side dismounted on his side, his red cloak flashed and was lifted to one side by the river breeze.
A leaf boat arrives.
It was a perfectly ordinary crossing, without any extra decoration, the top of the tarp had been lifted by the warm river breeze, and the wooden crossing was even a little loose because the water had picked up, swaying slightly as Shi Tingyun stepped on it.
He watched as Shi Tingyun removed his silver helmet and placed it at the head of the dodo, and then lifted his robe and bowed down.
The movements are clean and crisp, with a spontaneity unique to teenage soldiers.
As soldiers, they don’t need to burn incense to invoke their souls, just three sturdy ringing heads.
Shi Tingyun removes his thin cloak.
The cloak with gold stripes on a red background appears to be a red cloud swept into the river.
Some soldiers responded by throwing their helmets, whips and even the shoes and socks their old mothers had sewn before they left into the river.
The veterans led the shouting and the recruits responded.
Gradually, the scattered shouts turned into a deafening chorus of
”Is it not true that there are no clothes! With the Son!!!”
”Is it not true that there are no clothes! With the Son!!!”
”Is it not true that there are no clothes! Clothe yourself with your son!!!”
When he had finished offering his clothes, Shi Tingyun picked up his silver helmet with one hand and led his horse forward until the rear guard had crossed the ford, when he mounted his horse.
Yan Yuanheng, who had been watching him silently, asked him, “How many times have you done this?”
”Four times. This is the fifth time.” Shi Tingyun said with slight regret, “I did it when I went to the frontier to visit my father. I didn’t worship the time I fought in the war, and I didn’t get to worship when I came back.”
Yan Yuanheng said, “On that occasion you were wounded and faintly ill, and Zhen Nan Guan was full of waste and had no medicine for a while, so Uncle Shi entrusted me to watch over you and granted you permission not to pay your respects.”
Yan Yuanheng awkwardly attempts to draw closer to Shi Tingyun by addressing him as ‘Uncle Shi’.
It had been a long time since he had heard it, and he kind of wanted to hear him call himself Yuan Heng.
Sure enough, Shi Tingyun said, “Thanks to Yuan Heng for that …… time.”
Yan Yuanheng lowered his head and could not resist a happy smile where he could not see it.
Lifting his head, he was again cold and solemn, picking up again, “These days, Uncle Tim has not been writing ……”
As they spoke, there was the sudden sound of horses’ hooves ahead.
Looking at the dress, it was a messenger from the northern army.
The messenger saw the young general and flew his horse to the front, as if he had an urgent report to make, but his face was a little stiff from the wind, and he could not tell whether he was happy or sad.
Shi Tingyun leaned over: “What is it?”
The messenger gasped twice and cupped his fist, “Back to young …… general, there is another good report from Zhen Nan Guan ……! A few days ago, Vice General Bai of Yongzhou intercepted a southern border spy and got important information from him, and took Peizhou down!”
Shi Tingyun sniffed and cheered.
Pei Zhou is not a strategic place that must be fought over by soldiers, but it is a sharp edge that separates Ding Yuan and Yong Zhou. Now that Pei Zhou is taken, Ding Yuan and Yong Zhou will be connected, and a new defence line can be built!
He pulled out a letter from his pocket, “This is a letter from the General to your family. Young General, I have to rush to the national capital to report the good news, so I will leave first.”
In Yan Yuanheng’s view, it was perfectly normal for Uncle Shi to write to Stop Cloud after the great victory.
But Yan Yuanheng’s eyes occasionally turned to Chu Ziling, who had been riding behind Shi Tingyun, and although he too looked happy, his face was somewhat dull and his joy looked a little forced, which was strange.
He made a secret note of it and did not mention it much.
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