Chapter 1258 1258: The leader is actually myself (Part 2) [Please vote]
【no!】
These two words almost came out of my mouth.
Two eyes at the scene fell on the Holy Son at the same time.
Except for 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 and regretted that his words were faster than his thoughts.
Facing the middle-aged scribe's seemingly calm but actually sharp eyes, the Holy Son looked away as if she were sitting on pins and needles. Her voice gradually became lower and her fingers in her sleeves almost became tangled. She bit her lower lip: [My
It means...]
Middle-aged scribe: [I hope you will be honest with me.]
He changed his title to 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.
Seeing that she still refused to speak frankly, the middle-aged scribe didn't have much patience to continue wasting time, and was about to leave. But just as he made a move, the Holy Son grabbed his sleeve with a lunge, gasped, 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 are all the most ordinary people, and they are all instigated to rebel. There must be someone to rebel.
Leaders, we are their backbone. Once the backbone is gone, they will either continue to be deceived and used or 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. It has nothing to do with them whether the people starve to death or are suppressed and killed. Rebellion breaks out among believers in the southwest. The larger the scale, the worse the situation.
The more chaos there is, the better it will be for Kang's frontline situation! She understands the truth.
but--
[Didn’t Cui Yushi also say——]
【The Lord is God!】
[Are these ignorant believers disposable pawns of God?]
The middle-aged scribe's expression changed when the Holy Son questioned him like this. Although he couldn't see Cui Xiao's face now, he expected that the other party's expression would not be good-looking either: [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
They may all go to the battlefield and become the enemy of Kang State. Could it be that the female monarch was called 'His Royal Highness the Son' by them and really thought that they were all one of their own?】
It would be foolish to pity potential enemies who have not yet 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.
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.]
On the surface, the real backbone 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, and the southwest countries want to It is more difficult to suppress it in the short term.
In her absence, the believers bumped into headless flies for a while before resting.
In fact, Shen Tang himself did not intend to let the rebellion of the Eternal Life Cult last too long. He only set off the rebellion in a short period of time, leaving the southwest countries in a state of distress. The believers did not have a stable supply of food and grass, and they did not have a stable and powerful siege of cities and territories, so the rebellion was unable to continue.
Cui Xiao slightly complained about her soft-heartedness.
A lot of effort was expended just for a riot that lasted for a month or two. It would be fine if we could win the southwest countries within a time limit, but what if we couldn't win? If we couldn't win, the well-planned rebellion would not have the effect it should have. Cui Xiao and Don't like this kind of gambling.
He prefers something more secure.
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 are people who have taken advantage of them with good intentions and take the initiative to use them as excuses. Cui Xiao doesn't mind using them once.
The Holy Son only hesitated for two breaths and nodded firmly into the air.
【I am not afraid of death!】
Cui Xiao, 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 involved in trouble if there was no profit to be gained. After calming the emotions of the Holy Son, the middle-aged scribe walked out of the simple tent with worries: [Cui Shanxiao, I know you are here, now Reply.]
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 chuckled: [Isn’t that what she asked for?]
Overflowing with good intentions leads to 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 flat and collecting military honors, was the most enthusiastic. He led his team out every now and then to inquire about the situation. He stood on the city wall every day and looked out. Looking forward to the stars and the moon, looking forward to anxiety: "Jiang Xiandeng, this battle will not be like this." Alright?"
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 towards him, making a feint, but was hooked back by Shen Tang on the way. 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 flat and collecting military merits is really hard. It's so boring that it gets moldy.
"It doesn't taste good if you pick it up for free."
He babbled and complained.
"The generals of Wuzhou cannot be underestimated."
There was only one capable general in Wuzhou, and all his military achievements depended on picking up mistakes. How could Su Shiyilu gain a foothold among generals?
Jiang Sheng was almost speechless.
"...General, others want your good luck too."
Gaining military merit for nothing is a reward only given to those with great fortune.
It's good that this old boy Su Shiyilu is actually disliked. If you really give him a strong enemy, he will fight to the last soldier for Kang State? Once the limelight goes wrong, he will surrender faster than anyone else. Don't believe Su Shiyilu I don't know how many people are envious and jealous of him. He has been good despite getting benefits, but his old face looks like it 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, and copied 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 replied: "Check everyone's fortune."
His skills as a scribe are perfect, and he can calculate the opponent's fortune without seeing the opponent face to face. Luck is a magical tool when used on the battlefield. Jiang Sheng can judge the outcome through the main civil and military fortunes. For example, Su Shiyilu, the opponent's fortune is astronomical. The main force of the Southwest Allied Forces has not been able to overwhelm the enemy, which means that this battle is not dangerous, and he can safely 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.
"What's everyone's fortune? Let me see who's there."
Su Shiyilu and Jiang Sheng are colleagues now, 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. His name was clearly in the front row. , followed by other names.
"Is there any particularity to this order?"
It doesn't seem to be based on proximity.
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 was something even his enemy would recognize.
The more outstanding she was, the more unhappy Su Shiyilu felt.
Always thinking that the other party can fall into the quagmire.
Jiang Sheng said: "If your hands and feet are against the wall, there will be blood disaster."
Su Shiyilu became interested as soon as he heard this and wanted to clap his hands and say, "Okay, okay, what a sibling rivalry. 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.
The names of other people were neat and tidy, but these two stains were blurred, as if they were 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 I was influenced by the way of the other party’s scribes that I couldn’t write well.
Su Shiyilu: "Why is he ranked behind 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 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 for you. It doesn't mean that your siblings are fighting against each other."
Su Shiyilu felt like he was being irritated by evil spirits.
Little did he know that there was another person who had the same thoughts 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 villa nearby. The previous owner of this villa was also an elegant owner, and even an inexperienced person could use the furnishings.
Seeing how precious it was, the soldiers and horses of Kang State came in, and the owner of the other courtyard fled elsewhere, so the courtyard became deserted.
It can be used 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, and his plain features suddenly became vivid when he saw Lin Feng. Judging from their appearance, the young man and Lin Feng were somewhat similar, and it was obvious at a glance that they were related by blood. The young man held up a lamp to pick her up, and the warmth had been set up in the room.
hot food.
The food is very simple, but it brings back the long-lost taste of childhood.
The young scribe returned to his original position and peeled off the lotus pods: "You have been coming home late recently, 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. Fighting with the people in the southwest is to use your own shortcomings."
How can you not suffer a loss if you are strong enough to fight against an enemy?"
Lin Feng held the bowl and poured 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 threaded the needle skillfully, while 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.
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 without worries. Unfortunately, there are not many men who like to help.
.
Women with this kind of ambition often have no choice but to recruit a wife.
The average level of men willing to marry is not too high.
The young man obviously knew the customs of Kang country 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 turned out to be just right, which was what she liked when she was a child: "I'm not joking, brother, this female celebrity is much better than me, my stitches are so good that the teacher doesn't mind them, except for them,
Even my senior brother will despise me."
"It's not good to be a female celebrity, but Jiao Jiao is fine if she's talented and educated."
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 softening his tone, and his thoughts went back to more than ten years ago: "I remember when I was six years old, I was playing with my brother, stepping on the skirt, tearing the sleeves, and my mother held it like this
Needle and thread help me sew stitch by stitch..."
That's her favorite dress.
She only recognized this one, and Aniang promised to make an exact one to replace it: [Jiaojiao doesn’t want it! Jiaojiao wants it!]
Children who grow up with love have the privilege of acting like a spoiled child.
The mother had no choice but to sew it up herself, and Lin Feng burst into laughter. The brother in front of him looked very much like his 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.
Her brother's attire was on the plain side, without any of the ostentation and joy in her memory. The material of the clothes was not bad, but it was not very good either. She remembered that she had lived in the house before, and she had also learned how to pay for it with her mother, and she clearly remembered every detail of her brother's account.
Twenty or thirty new clothes are made every season, and one set can be worn at most two or three times. When the old clothes are disposed of, they still look like brand new.
Each set has corresponding accessories.
Not to mention sewing, 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 this due to living conditions.