The devil is coming

Chapter 107 The Merciful Lord
A sycophant is definitely not that easy to be;
It's really difficult to make your superiors think you are capable and interesting at the same time.
To put it simply, you have to grasp the balance between seriousness and liveliness, but it is the most difficult to grasp. Every time, it is equivalent to dancing on the tip of a knife.
Zheng Fan doesn't really like the feeling of "performing" himself in front of big people, but sometimes when people are under the eaves, if you don't lower your head, you can't even hide from the rain.
Therefore, I can only hope that I can build a house of my own.
While the team was marching, Zheng Fan was ordered to return to Cuiliu Castle.
Marquis Jingnan didn't give you a reward or any other explanation, but sometimes, not punishing you and letting you go home as if nothing was wrong is already a sign of attitude.
As a soldier, if he crosses the border to engage in trouble in a foreign country without any military orders, nothing will happen to him when he comes back. Isn't this encouragement?
The most important thing is that Zheng Fan feels that he has deepened his impression on Jingnan Hou. Sometimes, gold, silver, jewelry and other possessions are not worth a "Jane in the Emperor's Heart".
Zheng Fan has no intention of earning money to retire. To a certain extent, he is similar to an entrepreneur who is in the stage of struggling in this world.
In future generations, if you ask an entrepreneur to choose between two options,
"100 million principal" and "getting to know Jack Ma",
Which one will he choose?
It was already afternoon when Cuiliu Castle appeared in everyone's sight.
The walls of Cuiliu Fort have been built. Although it still needs many days of work to further improve and enrich, it finally has the flavor of a fort.
Zheng Fan took a deep breath. After spending a few days wandering outside, he felt extremely homesick.
Blind Bei and others were already waiting on the road outside. Everyone's faces were filled with warm smiles, as if their relatives in their hometown were welcoming the returning wanderers.
Zheng Fan was taken to bathe and change clothes by his fourth mother. At the same time, his wounds also needed further treatment.
After Zheng Fan left,
The faces of Blind Bei, A Ming, Xue San and Fan Li immediately darkened.
Liang Cheng tied up his horse,
It seems that I have been mentally prepared for it.
Stand still with your hands tied,
It seems to be waiting...face the strong wind!
Xue San narrowed his eyes and said:
"Are you having fun?"
Liang Cheng answered very honestly:
"Very happy."
"Oh, I'm very happy."
Xue San jumped up and patted Liang Cheng on the shoulder.
"When you're happy, forget about your brothers, right?"
Liang Cheng still answered calmly:
"It's the Lord's decision."
Liang Cheng did not tell lies. This was indeed Zheng Fan's decision. Liang Cheng always thought that he just accompanied his master to the academy to arrest people that day, but his master decided to go to Qian Kingdom directly after the incident at the academy. He didn’t know beforehand that he wanted to go shopping. Of course, he wanted to go shopping at that time.
At this time, Fan Li next to him pretended to be serious and said like a teacher teaching a student who made mistakes:
"My Lord is not sensible and you are not sensible either?"
"..." Xue San.
"..." Liang Cheng.
Everyone in the audience suddenly fell silent.
"Ali, are you full for lunch?" Blind Bei asked.
"Eat up. The steamed buns for lunch are delicious."
"Oh, when you're full, go over there and move bricks. If you build the fort earlier, we can move in sooner."
"Okay, let's go."
Fan Li turned around and went to move bricks.
The remaining people, Blind Man, Xue San, A Ming and Liang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time.
"A Cheng, do you know what we are most dissatisfied with about this matter?" The blind man said to Liang Cheng from the north.
"I shouldn't have gone without you."
"That's true, but that's not the point. In fact, none of us can guarantee that we will not encounter danger while living in this world, and we are not afraid of encountering danger.
But the safety of the Lord is very important. We don’t want to keep the Lord in the nest all the time. The Lord actually still needs to go through ups and downs, otherwise he will not be able to grow. If the Lord cannot grow, we will not be able to grow.
However, we have a premise, because once the Lord encounters something unexpected, it is very likely that the seven of us will also..."
Having said this, Blind Bei paused and continued:
"So, what we have to do is that if the Lord is really in danger, the Lord can die after us. In this way, even if we die, we will die willingly, at least without any regrets.
It's good now. You and the Lord are out wandering around, risking your lives to fight, and leaving the five of us here. What can we do if we stay here?
Waiting to die suddenly? "
Liang Cheng shook his head and said, "I was wrong."
Blind Bei stretched out his hand, patted Liang Cheng on the shoulder and said:
"Do you know what I'm afraid of in the end?"
"You are a little special, I can't guess."
"What I'm afraid of is that, in fact, we have the courage to face death. A cup of tea, an erhu, and a stick of incense, just walking towards death, the artistic conception is not bad, and it is not unacceptable.
But two days ago, when you went swimming, if something happened and I was implicated, it would be difficult for me to accept it.
Because before death,
I was actually drawing construction drawings and working as a contractor. "
Liang Cheng understood and nodded.
Death is acceptable, but if there is no ritual sense of death, it will be unforgivable.
Blind Bei seemed to have vented his emotions.
He took out another orange from his pocket and peeled it while saying:
"Okay, now tell us what happened between you and the Lord these days."
said,
Blind Bei brought a piece of orange meat to Liang Cheng's mouth.
Liang Cheng hesitated for a moment.
Finally he opened his mouth.
"Is it sweet?" Blind Bei asked.
Liang Cheng shook his head,
"A little sour."
Blind Bei directly dropped the orange in his hand on the ground.
Road:
"I guessed that the oranges here are not as sweet as those in Beifeng County."
"..." Liang Cheng.
……
"My Lord, how did you get the injury on your back? Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is too tragic."
Siniang asked with some distress while helping Zheng Fan treat the wound and apply medicine.
Zheng Fan was really embarrassed to say that he was stabbed by Liang Cheng.
can only say:
"On the battlefield, swords and guns are blind."
"This is really heartbreaking. Lord, please don't leave me alone next time. How does that stinky zombie know how to serve people?"
"Well, I was wrong."
Admit your mistakes to your woman without losing your manliness.
"By the way, Lord, didn't you bring back the daughter of the governor?"
"He was taken away by Du Juan from the Secret Service."
"That's a pity."
"What a pity?"
"Originally, we could make a couple."
"Liang Cheng doesn't seem to be very interested in her." At this point, Zheng Fan frowned slightly and thought, "He seems to be like A Ming. Neither of them is interested in women."
"Oh, the Nu family is not talking about the daughter and Liang Cheng, but her and Fangcao, they are a perfect match."
"Fragrant grass?"
"Yes, one was brought back by A Ming after his father was killed, and the daughter of Jiedushi was brought back by A Cheng after his mother was killed. Wouldn't these two girls be a perfect match?"
"Hehehe..."
Although Zheng Fan felt that he shouldn't laugh at this time, he still couldn't help it.
"But it seems true. It seems that as men get older, they are no longer interested in things between men and women."
"I have heard of many old men who are still in their seventies and eighty years old and still have a precious sword."
"That's different. Can the old man compare with those two dead people? One is an ageless vampire, and the other is a cold zombie. Their combined age is incomparable to dozens of old men."
"Too."
"Speaking of Fangcao, they probably should arrive at Cuiliu Castle in a while."
"Ah."
"Lord, do you want to rest?"
"Fortunately, I'm not very sleepy. I'm a little hungry. I haven't eaten well in the past few days."
"Then the slave family will give you something to eat?"
"it is good."
"Lord, please wait."
Siniang got up, left the room and went to cook.
The room Zheng Fan is currently in is one of the few rooms in Cuiliu Fort that can accommodate people. Most of the barbarian soldiers are actually still living in tents outside the fort. If they want to live in the fort, they have to wait for the construction of Cuiliu Fort to be further improved. .
Zheng Fan sat upright on the bed, picked up a coat, put it on himself, and walked out of the room.
The sun has gradually set in the west, and the afterglow is shining down, giving people a very unreal feeling, but this feeling makes Zheng Fan a little nostalgic.
In the past, I had only "fought wars" while playing games. This time, I personally led the troops out for a walk, and I also captured a city, although I just pretended to be brave and ran away.
Then, he was chased by the army for nearly two days.
To be honest, at this moment, when I recall the scenes of the past few days, I don't feel much excitement in my heart. What is more lingering in my mind is the Qianguo garrison who died on the beacon tower, holding a gun and going retrograde. The veteran general of the country, as well as the dozens of barbarian soldiers who had turned into corpses.
"My lord, are you watching the sunset?"
Blind Bei's voice came from one side.
Zheng Fan took a breath, reached out and patted his chest gently, and said:
"Can you make a little noise when you walk from now on?"
"Okay, I will also light up lanterns when I go out during the day."
"Ah."
"What was the Lord thinking just now?"
"I just suddenly understand why you like to bask in the sun so much."
"If you have too much sun, you will be too busy. If you don't have enough sun, fungi will develop."
"busy?"
"Something happened."
"Say."
"My subordinate used to be a psychiatrist."
"I know."
"So I just heard Liang Cheng tell me what happened to my Lord these past few days, and I came here to provide some psychological counseling to my Lord."
"I don't have to, I'm fine."
"The most common thing drunk people say is that I'm not drunk."
"Okay, let's talk then."
"Hey, blind man, your nose belongs to a dog, right?" Siniang happened to come over carrying a large basin of spicy noodles.
Blind Man Bei smiled and said:
"When I went to Tumancheng to do business, I met a pretty big Erha. I tried it, but its nose is not as sharp as mine."
"Do you have a problem with the Lord?"
"hungry."
"Why have you been hungry for the past few days?"
"If the master is away, you will stop cooking. The food cooked by others will not taste good."
"Okay, move the stool." Siniang is not a stingy person.
Blind Bei clapped his hands, and four stools floated up and landed in front of him and Zheng Fan.
Two stools are pushed together and the other two stools are placed on their sides to serve as chairs.
There was a large basin of noodles, two bowls, and Siniang placed two pairs of chopsticks.
Originally, she was planning to have dinner with Zheng Fan, but now she can only take advantage of the blind man.
"Blind man, get your own noodles."
"it is good."
Blind Bei picked up the chopsticks and started scooping out the noodles.
"Why don't you use your mind?" Siniang asked curiously.
"Noodles fished out with your mind have no soul."
"Okay, okay, I can't tell you. My lord, you eat slowly and I'll give them some."
"Hey, don't go. Is there any garlic? If you eat noodles without garlic, the taste will be half as bad."
"Blind man, I remember you were not good at this before."
"Suddenly I want to eat."
"Wait, I'll get it for you."
Siniang quickly brought a bowl of garlic, which was all peeled.
Zheng Fan and Blind Man Bei sat opposite each other. Zheng Fan was really hungry, so he picked up his chopsticks and ate several bites.
"My lord, eat garlic."
Blind Bei picked up two cloves of garlic and handed them to Zheng Fan.
"I don't have this habit." Zheng Fan shook his head.
"Have to try."
Zheng Fan hesitated for a moment, took the garlic, put one in his mouth, and chewed it.
"My Lord, one more?" Blind Bei handed over another clove of garlic.
Zheng Fan shook his head and said, "You can eat it, I can't eat it like this."
"I won't eat it. It tastes bad in my mouth."
"..." Zheng Fan.
"The same is true in life. Lord, don't force things you are not used to, and don't force things you don't want to do. Don't be burdened.
Maybe, in the previous life, the Lord's life was too ordinary and had too many rules and pressures, but in this life, in this world, just be happy. "
"I understand."
"Actually, my subordinates are not worried about the Lord's mental endurance. After all, he is the one who can create characters like us."
"Are you complimenting me?"
"Yes, my lord."
"Ok."
"Your Majesty, you can find someone to talk to you about what's on your mind, like me. In this way, your Majesty's psychology can be greatly relieved."
"I will."
"Ah."
"By the way, I lost some people this time."
"When the Lord comes back, his subordinates have already been counted."
"Can you add more?"
"In terms of combat power, it is difficult to quickly replenish it."
After all, the original barbarian soldiers were originally from the criminal tribe, and they were good at bow, horse, riding and shooting. After some ideological education and equipped with excellent armor and war horses, they would become extremely excellent cavalry. However, such high-quality soldiers would not be able to Continuously replenishing, it is obvious that it is still too difficult for Cuiliu Castle today.
"However, my subordinates believe that our top priority is not to recruit troops. We have already done what we should do. I believe that this time, Jingnan Marquis must have left a deep impression on you, my lord." Come on, we are no longer suitable to show off too much, otherwise, it will not be really interesting, but really annoying.
Besides, it won't be long before a large number of Yan State prisoners will be sent to our border areas. By then, we will only find too many of these prisoners, not too few. "
"You mean, family member?"
"My lord is wise."
Once Emperor Yan sees that the time is right, and cooperates with Zhenbei Hou to put on a show, and starts to attack the powerful families in the country, the powerful families will definitely shed blood.
Many, many people are bound to die, but it is unrealistic to kill them all. At that time, many families will definitely be found guilty and exiled, and batches of prisoners are destined to be sent to the southern border to become rivals in the war. The final “fuel”.
These prisoners themselves have extremely high qualities, and they have a great desire to perform meritorious services and atone for their crimes so that they and their family can get rid of their status as prisoners.
Blind Bei put down his chopsticks and said:
"My lord, I will go to discuss some details of the engineering drawings with the craftsmen later. I will take my leave now so as not to disturb my lord's rest."
"Thanks for your hard work."
"My lord, you're welcome."
After the blind man left, Zheng Fan also put down his chopsticks and sat like this for a while.
Then he stood up, turned a corner, walked to the door of a very cramped house diagonally opposite, opened the door, and walked in.
Inside, there was a coffin. What surprised Zheng Fan was that there was an incense burner on the ground in front of the coffin. There were some incense ashes in the incense burner. At the same time, there was a bowl next to the incense burner with red marks on the mouth of the bowl.
Zheng Fan walked to the coffin and sat down with his back against the coffin.
"It's the first time I lead troops to fight. I'm a little nervous and a little excited, but you know what, it's more useless than I thought..."
Many times when you want someone to talk to, it's often difficult to find the right person.
Not wanting to show your weakness and your true emotions in front of others, but wanting to share these things, is a contradiction, and people themselves are a combination of contradictions.
Perhaps it was a habit he developed during his daily meal in Meijiawu. Zheng Fan felt that Shatuo Queshi was a good person to talk to. He was dead, but he was not completely dead;
He seemed to be able to hear everything you said, but it seemed like he would never speak again.
Zheng Fan leaned against the coffin and talked for a long time, about many people and many things.
After he was tired and finished talking, Zheng Fan breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that after he went back and had a good sleep later, he would be full of energy again when he woke up tomorrow.
get up,
When Zheng Fan was about to leave the house, he hesitated. Out of politeness, he felt that he should meet Shatuo Queshi and say good night.
He reached out and pushed open the coffin lid. When Zheng Fan looked into the coffin,
The whole face,
He immediately sank:
"Why are you here?"
Lying in the coffin was actually A Ming, neatly dressed in evening clothes, with a red paper flower cut into the shape of a rose on his chest.
The air suddenly became quiet and the atmosphere became awkward;
This feeling is like going to the darkroom of a church and telling the priest all the secrets in your heart, but unfortunately, it is your dad who is sitting in the darkroom listening.
"Lord, I also sleep in a coffin."
A Ming began to explain.
Zheng Fan looked at A Ming and said nothing.
"My lord, you went to the wrong room, Shatuo Queshi, he lives next door."
"Why didn't you say anything in the beginning?"
A Ming stretched out his hand and knocked on the coffin wall, and said helplessly:
"The damn soundproofing."
"Oh."
"Lord, I have just woken up."
"It's okay, I trust you."
"My lord is wise."
"Start tomorrow and practice archery with me."
"This is my honor. I do know some Western swordsmanship."
"It's a bow and arrow."
"Ok?"
A Ming suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
"I asked those barbarian soldiers who are good at archery, and they said that using living animals as targets is the most effective way to practice archery."
"I understand, I will go catch some animals for my master tomorrow..."
"I'm a soft-hearted person. The little animals are so pitiful that I can't do anything to them."
"..." A Ming.
(End of this chapter)