Being complimented does not always make people happy.
Miss Jun was indifferent.
Lu Yunqi is not a person who is good at praising people. This is because he has feelings for Miss Jun.
Of course Ning Yunzhao treats Miss Jun like this not because of her appearance, but because of her appearance, he sees the soul inside.
"People who can read and write are better than me," he said.
Miss Jun looked at him.
"You are so humble." She said sincerely.
Lu Yunqi looked at her, not understanding her sarcasm and not even getting angry about it.
"Let's eat." He said, reaching out to pinch her face.
They are still like this these days.
She didn't retreat, and he didn't retreat either. They faced each other in silence.
After feeding her, Lu Yunqi would eat his own.
"Everyone knows that Guild Cheng Guo fled to the North." He chatted casually, "It's very interesting. Both of them are very confident."
Strictly speaking, that shouldn't be considered an escape. For Duke Cheng, it was more appropriately a return.
He came to the capital because he wanted to come and have a look. He was not forced by the emperor. Likewise, he wanted to leave and he was not fleeing.
Miss Jun was silent for a moment.
"Northland has never belonged to one person. If anyone thinks so, there must be a lesson to be learned." She said.
Lu Yunqi put down his bowl and chopsticks.
"It has nothing to do with us." He said numbly.
Miss Jun looked at him.
"It has nothing to do with you." She said, her expression serious and stubborn.
She and he are no longer the same.
Lu Yunqi looked at her, smiled, and asked the maid to take away the bowls and chopsticks.
"Get up and walk around. I'll give you a foot bath later," he said.
When Lu Yunqi comes back in the past two days, he will untie Miss Jun's feet and let her walk around indoors to avoid discomfort from sitting for a long time.
Miss Jun did not try to run away because it was a completely unnecessary attempt.
As the restraints were loosened, she stood up and walked slowly, her expression calm and steady, walking slowly in circles, as if she was not in a small room, but in the house where she lived in Yangcheng or Beijing.
Lu Yunqi lit the lamp, sat aside and read the newspaper he brought, and from time to time told Miss Jun a few words about the things in the newspaper, just like before, but of course Miss Jun would not respond.
He has been doing this these days.
Miss Jun stopped,
"Lu Yunqi." she said.
Lu Yunqi looked up at her. Although his expression was dull under the lamp, perhaps it was because of his eyes that his face looked unusually soft.
"It won't be the same as before." Miss Jun said, "I have already died once."
Lu Yunqi hummed.
"So you won't die a second time," he said.
"Don't deceive yourself. You are not the real King of Hell. You cannot decide the life and death of others." Miss Jun said, "The life and death you think you can decide is actually just controlled by others."
Lu Yunqi nodded.
"You're right." He said, putting down the newspaper in his hand, "Are you tired from walking? Let me soak your feet."
He would not accept, respond or discuss this topic.
Then she has nothing to talk about with him.
Miss Jun watched his expression return to indifference.
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For the officers and soldiers in the Northland, it is common to walk all day and all night. No one will feel tired. Those who feel tired are already dead. Compared with death, it is better to live more tiredly.
The night has fallen, and in the desolate winter night, horse hooves are trampling, and torches are spreading across the earth like long snakes, heading towards a city.
In the heavily guarded Northland, the gates of this city were wide open at this time. Groups of people and horses were galloping in, and groups of people and horses were galloping out. It was noisy and noisy everywhere.
The people who had just entered the city carrying torches ran straight to a mansion. The door was open and the lights were brightly lit like daylight.
A general turned over and dismounted, the armor on his body clattered, and he strode inward with the sound.
Civil servants walked by in the courtyard from time to time, and soldiers stood in front of the official hall. Inside was a man in a general's robe. Although he knew his destiny and was old, and his hair was gray, he was full of energy and looked majestic.
It was already dark at this time, and he was not tired at all. He looked at the sand table in front of him with bright eyes, while listening to the instructions and words of the generals around him.
"Uncle." The general walked into the hall and saluted.
Qinghe Bo raised his head and looked at him.
"General Wei." He nodded and said, "You came quickly."
The man called General Wei saluted again.
"The general will not dare to disobey orders," he said.
Qinghebo looked at the other general.
"Since General Wei is here, let his troops go to Yongjing Army, and you take your people to Jiaohe." He said.
The general responded yes.
General Wei stood aside and hesitated to speak.
"General Wei, you've worked hard on your journey, let's go down and have a rest." Uncle Qinghe said without raising his head.
General Wei thanked him, but still stood still.
The generals in the room were either talking in low voices or looking at Uncle Qinghe, seemingly unaware that there was another person in the room.
General Wei stood here with a complicated expression, his face uncertain as the torch shone.
Of course he knew that this meant that he was not welcome here, and he turned to walk back, but he stopped the next moment.
"Uncle." He said through gritted teeth.
Qinghebo looked at him, and the other generals also looked at him, as if everyone was surprised that he was still here.
"Is there anything else you can do, General Wei?" Qinghe Bo asked.
"Uncle, the deployments have been quite frequent recently." General Wei said, "I heard that many troops and horses have been redeployed."
"Yes, this is a re-arrangement of defenses after my uncle's inspection. Haven't I already told you?" A general said with a bit of arrogance, and then frowned, "Why, do you need any more reasons to mobilize soldiers?"
When officers and soldiers obey the general's orders, they naturally cannot ask for reasons.
Qinghe Bo raised his hand to stop the general.
"What does General Wei think?" he asked.
"Uncle, I feel that it is inconvenient to rearrange defenses so frequently and on a large scale at this time." General Wei said, "Especially in areas where border security is critical. The soldiers and horses here are very familiar with the Jin people. Such a sudden change of defenses,
I’m afraid it will be inconvenient for everyone..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a general.
"Why is it inconvenient?" He raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't it inconvenient for you to be lazy when you are familiar with it?"
Although he has a tolerant temper, no general wants to hear the word "lazy", which is as humiliating as calling them cowards.
"General Zhang." General Wei shouted, "What do you mean?"
"What do I mean?" Zhang Shenjiang sneered. "What I mean is that you don't need to teach me how to march and form a formation. When my uncle was dealing with the Jin people in the north, you were still feeding the horses."
General Wei's face turned red.
"General, that's not what I meant." He said, as a general, he was not good at words.
Uncle Qinghe looked at him.
"General Wei is unwilling to be transferred?" he asked.
"Uncle, it's not that the general is unwilling to mobilize, it's just that the uncle seems to be mobilizing officers and soldiers not for the purpose of setting up defenses, but for..." General Wei said, gritted his teeth and took a step forward, "Withdraw the defenses, divide the troops and decentralize power."
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn, and Qinghe Bo's expression gradually became colder.
Having said this, General Wei is no longer afraid.
"...Moreover, many generals have recently been found guilty and dismissed from their posts. Uncle, these people, and those of us who have been transferred have a similarity, and everyone knows it." He said with a blushing face.
Uncle Qinghe said neither happy nor angry.
"What do you know in your heart?" he said.
General Wei looked up at him.
"Uncle, we can understand your taboo that we are the direct descendants of Duke Cheng, and you want to suppress us." He gritted his teeth and said, "But please don't do it at this time, otherwise you will mess up the stitches and let the Jin people take advantage of it.
machine."
As soon as he finished speaking, the generals in the room were in an uproar.
"Wei Shunqing, what the hell are you talking about?"
"Damn, what a nonsense."
Everyone cursed one after another, and some with a bad temper stepped forward and grabbed General Wei.
"Is this how Duke Cheng Guo manages the army? Is this the illustrious military power you are famous for? If you don't obey the order, you dare to slander Shangguan." He cursed.
The hall became noisy and chaotic.
"Shut up, everyone." Uncle Qinghe said, stopping everyone's quarrel. He looked at General Wei, "You are right, my deployment of defense this time is indeed to suppress you generals who are close relatives of Duke Cheng.
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(I feel a little tired. I’m updating today. I’m lazy. I’m ashamed. I’ve been preparing for so long. I’m finally reaching a climax. You can save the article so that you’ll feel better after reading it in one go.) (To be continued)