"PS: Regarding the issue of making up for the book review, I know I still owe chapters, and I don't mean to be cheating. In fact, there are a lot of things at home recently, such as decoration, attending a friend's wedding, etc. For example, I actually have to code four chapters today.
Just because I am going to attend my sister-in-law's son's one-year-old birthday tomorrow and my friend's wedding a few days ago, I apologize to all the book friends. But don't worry, I will remember the chapters I owe and will make up for them in the next few days.
But having said that, I’ve been feeling a bit lazy lately.」
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After chatting for a while, Wu Ji stood up and left.
Before leaving, he glanced puzzledly at Mijiang, who had been sitting in a corner of the tent drinking tea.
Although Mi Jiang's face is very heroic and relatively neutral, no matter how neutral it is, Wu Ji will not mistake Mi Jiang, who has a fair complexion, for a man, and Mi Jiang for a man. After all, Wei Guo
Most of the men have a yellowish complexion. Even a guy like Zhao Hongrun, who rarely basks in the sun, cannot have a complexion like Mi Jiang's.
"She looks like a woman from her former homeland (Chu State)... Why are there women in the army? And they are still wearing bodyguard armor and staying in the marching tent of His Highness Prince Su? Could it be..."
Perhaps thinking of something, Wu Ji didn't dare to stare at Mi Jiang anymore. He smiled at the latter, lowered his head and left in a hurry.
Obviously, following Zongwei Shen Yu and others, Wu Ji also misunderstood the relationship between Zhao Hongrun and Mi Jiang.
"..." Mi Jiang watched Wu Ji indifferently as he fled away from the commander's tent. After judging from the footsteps that this person had walked far away, he asked in a low voice: "This person... is from Chu?"
"That's right." Zhao Hongrun didn't mean to hide anything: "This man was originally a thousand-man general under Pingyu Lord Xiong Hu, but now he is a general of the Shang Shui Army. Although he is young, I have a vague sense of "
It feels like this person can shoulder heavy responsibilities. After a little training, he may be able to take charge alone..."
However, Mi Jiang was not interested in the second half of Zhao Hongrun's words at all. He interrupted him and murmured: "You killed so many people from Chu. I didn't expect him to be grateful to you... incredible."
"Is it unbelievable?" Zhao Hongrun mocked after hearing this: "In fact, this is not surprising. Those nobles of your Chu country, I mean the vast majority, they think they are just squandering the people's wealth, but in fact, they
But it is leveraging the foundation of Chu State... I can predict that in the future, more Chu people will flee from those greedy noble feudal towns to our great Wei... If the people's hearts are all towards our great Wei,
Your Chu country is not far away from being destroyed!"
At this point, Zhao Hongrun, who wanted to stimulate Mi Jiang, found strangely that Mi Jiang's face was as calm as ever, and was not affected by the words "subjugate the country" at all.
Seeing this, he asked in confusion: "You don't seem to be worried about the demise of the Chu State at all?"
"..." Mi Jiang glanced at Zhao Hongrun when she heard this, and said calmly: "On the day when my late father was forced to death by the nobles of Chu Dong, in my heart, the Chu country had already seemed to be in ruins." After saying that, she paused and said.
Ai Mo Da Xin added in a dead tone: "Revitalizing the Chu Kingdom was the long-cherished wish of my late father, and perhaps the wish of Mr. Xiong Tuo, but it is not mine. If you want to anger me with such words, you will be disappointed.
, because I am not interested at all in whether Chu State will be destroyed or not."
"It's really..."
Zhao Hongrun scratched his head and then remembered that Mi Jiang once said something similar.
Just when he didn't know how to bring the topic back, he suddenly heard Mi Jiang ask in a low voice: "You...it is said that you protected more than 400,000 Chu people and gave them three cities to settle in. Is it true?
"
"Don't you know?" Zhao Hongrun asked in confusion.
"Just to confirm." After throwing out an explanation, Mi Jiang raised her head and asked curiously: "As a Wei person, why do you treat those Chu people so kindly?" After saying that, she hesitated for a moment and then said.
: "I'm just asking casually. If it's inconvenient, you don't have to say anything."
Zhao Hongrun didn't want to answer at first, but he vaguely felt that the tone of Mi Jiang's second half sentence was almost pleading, and his heart softened, so he said: "It's not inconvenient...Actually, in my eyes, whether it's Wei or Chu,
It doesn’t matter if people are just called by different names or have different cultures, it’s not much different. They all have the same nose, mouth, and eyes, right?”
"..." Mi Jiang looked at Zhao Hongrun in surprise, then pursed her lips and smiled, and said calmly: "No wonder you treat those Chu people well..."
"She...she laughed? She actually laughed?! How could she laugh?"
Although it was just a fleeting smile, it frightened Zhao Hongrun who clearly captured this scene.
Maybe in his mind, Mi Jiang's normal state is that of a woman with an expressionless face.
"Correction." Zhao Hongrun raised a finger and said seriously: "Those 400,000 people have now surrendered to the Wei Dynasty. They are no longer Chu, but people from Shangshui, Yanling, Changping, or in other words, Wei
people."
While saying this, Zhao Hongrun stared at Mi Jiang's face carefully, hoping that the latter would smile again so that he could confirm that the scene just now was not an illusion.
Unfortunately, his wish was not realized in the end.
"It's a pity that this face is pretty good-looking when you smile... Yes, this is Mi Jiang, right?"
Zhao Hongrun's mood was a little complicated.
Perhaps sensing something from Zhao Hongrun's eyes, Mi Jiang frowned slightly and said with some persistence: "I always feel that there is strong malice in your eyes."
"An illusion is an illusion."
As if his thoughts had been read, Zhao Hongrun quickly turned around, took off his boots and prepared to get into bed to sleep.
A marching tent like this would naturally not have anything like a bed. At most, it would just lay a layer of hay on the ground and a blanket to serve as a sleeping bed.
But for some reason, Zhao Hongrun always felt that something was wrong with the kind of sleeping bunk he was used to when he was attacking Chu State, and he couldn't sleep.
"Is it related to the sleeping bunk? Or..."
Muttering in his heart, Zhao Hongrun turned around and caught sight of Mi Jiang who was still kneeling in the corner of the tent.
Mi Jiang was still holding the tea, looking at him expressionlessly, and occasionally raising the cup to take a sip of tea.
"It turns out it's this guy!"
Zhao Hongrun screamed in his heart and finally found the reason for his discomfort.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Zhao Hongrun asked with a strange expression.
"Night watch." Mi Jiang had an expression on her face that said, "Isn't this obvious?"
"Is it necessary to do this?"
"I promised Yulong, and there is no room for failure." Mi Jiang said calmly.
"But I can't sleep with you staring at me like this."
"That's your business." Mi Jiang remained calm.
"This guy..."
Zhao Hongrun rubbed his brow bones tiredly and said displeasedly: "Yulong didn't ask you to come over and cause trouble for me, right?" After that, he whispered: "I have an idea."
"..." Mi Jiang hesitated for a moment and responded softly: "I'm listening."
"How about you do this and turn your back to me?"
"..." Mi Jiang turned her head and glanced at the small corner of the tent behind her. When she looked at Zhao Hongrun again, there was already a murderous look in her eyes.
Suddenly, she put down the tea cup in her hand, raised her right hand like a knife, and said expressionlessly: "I have a more convenient idea."
"No, no need." Zhao Hongrun quickly turned around.
However, he felt uncomfortable all over and still couldn't fall asleep.
It's not so much that he cares about Mi Jiang, but that he cares about Mi Jiang who is sitting silently in the corner of the tent and watching over him.
"It's already autumn, it's still quite cool at night, right?"
Zhao Hongrun secretly glanced back at Mi Jiang. With the light of the looming campfire outside the tent, he was surprised to find that Mi Jiang had put away the tea set at some point and put it aside, and followed what Zhao Hongrun said just now.
, sitting quietly with her back to him.
"..."
Looking at this scene, Zhao Hongrun couldn't help but feel a little worried.
At this time, outside the tent, the night wind had already begun to blow, making the tent puff.
Listening to the occasional whistling of the night wind outside the tent, Zhao Hongrun looked at the figure with his back turned and asked softly: "Hey, are you cold?"
"It's not cold." Mi Jiang turned her head slightly and said in her usual cold tone.
"real?"
"real."
"It's really not cold? It's windy outside, and it's blowing pretty hard..."
"..." Mi Jiang frowned, turned around and asked impatiently: "What do you want?"
After hearing this, Zhao Hongrun scratched his head and said with some embarrassment: "I just can't sleep... Anyway, the sleeping bed is quite spacious and the blanket is big. Why don't you come over too, and we can talk about something else..."
"..." Mi Jiang frowned.
Suddenly, she stood up and walked towards Zhao Hongrun.
Zhao Hongrun thought she accepted the proposal, so he moved his body, only to see Mi Jiang raise her right hand and slash the base of his neck with a knife.
With a clean stroke, Zhao Hongrun passed out before he even had time to react.
"Humph! That's so long-winded."
With a cold snort, Mi Jiang was about to get up and return to her original place, but she didn't want to see the place Zhao Hongrun had made for her out of the corner of her eye.
"..."
A night of silence.
When the sky dawned the next day, Shen Yu, the chief of the Zongwei who had not slept for several hours after leading Su Wang's guard to guard outside the commander's marching tent for half a night, was awakened by the Zongwei who took over his defense for the second half of the night.
He yawned and raised the tent and walked into the handsome tent where Zhao Hongrun was resting.
Suddenly, he froze and rubbed his eyes vigorously.
It turned out that Zhao Hongrun and Mi Jiang were lying back to back on the sleeping bunks in the tent, wrapped in the same blanket.
"As expected...but why are their backs to each other?"
The first question that came to Shen Yu's mind was this.
"Your Highness? Your Highness?"
Shen Yu called Zhao Hongrun in a low voice, but his Highness did not wake up. Mi Jiang did wake up.
"..." Because he didn't know how to address this person, Shen Yu stayed there, looking a little embarrassed.
However, Mi Jiang was very calm and said calmly: "Is the army about to set off?"
"Uh...yes."
"Go and get ready, I will wake him up."
"……yes."
Shen Yu retreated knowingly.
Seeing this, Mi Jiang glanced at Zhao Hongrun, who was still lying on the bed sleeping soundly, and stretched out her hand to gently pinch his nose.
"Hmm... hmm?"
Zhao Hongrun, who only felt short of breath in his sleep, woke up immediately. When he found out that it was Mi Jiang who woke him up, he was always angry when he got up, but he didn't dare to express it.
"Get up, the army is about to set off." Mi Jiang said calmly.
"oh……"
Zhao Hongrun responded, then touched his chin in confusion.
"Strange, when did you fall asleep last night?"
After thinking hard for a while, Zhao Hongrun still had no impression at all.
On July 18, the "first march" led by Su Wang Hongrun continued to advance towards Chenggao Pass.