Chapter 1258: The leader is actually me (Part 2) [Please give me a monthly vote]
【no! 】
These two words almost blurted out.
Two eyes were on the Holy Son at the same time.
Except for Cui Xiao''s expression with a slight presence, another scholar frowned slightly, as if thinking about the Holy Son''s trouble at the critical moment. He also asked Cui Xiao about his doubts: [Can you ask, why is "evacuation" not feasible? 】
When the Holy Son realized what he said, he was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat on his back, regretting that his mouth was faster than his thoughts.
Facing the middle-aged scholar''s eyes that seemed as calm as water but actually as sharp as needles, the Holy Son was discomfort as if he was sitting on pins and needles, he opened his sight and his voice gradually lowered, and the fingers in his sleeves were almost tangled into a cluster. She bit her lower lip: [I mean…]
Middle-aged scribe: [I hope the woman will be honest with each other. 】
He changed his name to the Holy Son.
It is also a hidden reminder to the other party to remember the true identity and remember the purpose of the mission of this trip. Don’t be confused!
Most of the courage that the Holy Son finally gathered was dispersed.
The middle-aged scholar saw that she still refused to speak out and did not have much patience to continue wasting time, so he prepared to say goodbye. But he had just made a move, and the Holy Son grabbed his sleeve with a quick step, gasped heavily, and gritted his teeth and said: [No, we can''t leave! 】
Cui Xiao asked: [Why? reason? 】
The Holy Son finished speaking in one breath, afraid that he would not dare to tell the truth later: [Wouldn’t we harm others like this? They are all the most ordinary people, and they are all instigated to rebel. There must be a leader in rebellion, and we are their backbone. Once the backbone is gone, they will either continue to be deceived and used or die under heavy suppression! 】
She knew that she had a compassion that she shouldn''t have.
These believers are not the people of Kang State. Cui Xiao and others took advantage of these common people to rebel and cause chaos without any psychological burden. Whether the common people starve to death or are suppressed and killed has nothing to do with them. There was chaos among believers in the southwest. The larger the scale and the more chaotic the situation, the more beneficial it will be to the situation on the front line of Kangguo! She understands the truth.
but-
[Didn’t Censor Cui say it too—]
[The Lord is God! 】
[These foolish believers are chess pieces that God has used up? 】
The Holy Son''s questioning made the middle-aged scholar change his face. Although he couldn''t see Cui Xiao''s face now, he thought that the other party''s expression was not good-looking: [Does the woman know what she was talking about? 】
The other party completely blurred the boundaries.
[It is a good thing to have kindness, but you should not be generous to others. 】The common people who have not been included in the borders of Kang State naturally have nothing to do with Kang State. It is nothing wrong to say that they are abandoned pieces. [If this is not the case, they may all go to the battlefield to become enemies of Kang State. Did the female king really think that they were all their own people by calling them "His Son"? 】
It is foolish to pity a potential enemy who has not been completely surrendered.
How could she be sure that their withdrawal at critical moments would lead to greater casualties among ordinary believers, rather than reduced casualties?
The saint opened his mouth, and his white pupils seemed helpless.
She was about to sigh and apologize for her mistake just now.
Unexpectedly, there was another change in the turn.
Cui Xiaodao: [The woman’s worries are not without reason. It’s not impossible for us to stay. But the woman has to think about it. 】
The Holy Son hurriedly asked: [What are you thinking about? 】
Cui Xiao told her: [I am willing to take risks with my own life. 】
The real backbone on the surface is not a middle-aged scholar or him, but she holds a title of "God''s Seal" and "His Son". She will continue to move closer, and it will be more difficult for the southwest countries to suppress it in a short period of time.
She was not here, and the believers and the headless flies clashed for a while before they stopped.
In fact, Shen Tang himself did not intend to let the rebellion of the Immortal Cult last too long, but just triggered a rebellion in a short period of time, making the Southwest countries in a panic. The believers did not have a stable supply of food and grass, nor did they have a stable and powerful siege in cities and land, and the rebellion was powerless.
Cui Xiao complained about her soft heart.
It took a lot of effort just to make a riot that lasted for a month or two. It would be fine if the Southwest countries could be defeated within a specified period of time, but what if they could not? If you can''t take it down, the carefully planned rebellion will not play the role it should have. Cui Xiao doesn''t like this kind of gambling.
He prefers to be more secure.
For example, let this rebellion last longer.
But these are all his personal thoughts, and it is impossible for him to be adopted by the Lord if he proposes them. Now that there are suckers who are full of kindness and take the initiative to come and use it as an excuse, Cui Xiao doesn''t mind taking advantage of it.
The Holy Son hesitated for only two breaths and nodded firmly.
[I am not afraid of death! 】
Cui Xiao, who was standing on her side, chuckled: [It''s so good. 】
Middle-aged scribe: […]
Based on his understanding of Cui Xiaohei, if it is unprofitable, Cui Shanxiao will not easily get involved in trouble. After soothing the Holy Son''s mood, the middle-aged scholar walked out of the simple camp with worries: [Cui Shanxiao, I know you are here, I will reply now. 】
The wind blew, no one answered.
The middle-aged scholar wanted to spat: [Don’t pretend to be dead! 】
Cui Xiao said: [I didn''t want to harm her either. 】
He is still a little bit of a bottom line.
Middle-aged scribe: [The Lord did not instruct us to do more other things. If we turn back, would you not push her to blame? 】
Cui Xiao sneered: [That''s not what she asked for? 】
The overflow of kindness will cause 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 reaping military achievements, led a team out every few days to inquire about the situation, and stood on the foot of the city wall every day and looked out. Looking forward to the stars and the moon, I was anxious: "Jiang Xiandeng, this battle will not be like this, right?"
Jiang Sheng was sitting on the roof looking at the moon and staring.
He asked, "What does the general mean?"
Su Shiyilu also sat down and patted her thighs.
"I still like military achievements made with both hands."
The main force of the Southwest Allied Army ran towards him, and with a feint, he was hooked back by Chen Tang halfway. The battlefields in various places have been ongoing for a long time. He has never seen what the enemy looks like here. The days of lying down to picking up military merits are really boring and moldy.
"It''s not delicious if you pick it up for nothing."
He complained a lot.
"The military generals in Wuzhou cannot be looked down upon."
Wuzhou is only a powerful general who can make a move. His military achievements are all based on bargains. How can Su Shiyilu gain a foothold among military generals?
Jiang Sheng was almost speechless.
“…General, others want your good luck too.”
Getting military achievements for free is a treatment that only has a magnificent fortune.
Su Shiyilu is a good old boy, but he is even disgusted with him. If he really gives him a strong enemy, will he fight to the death for Kang Guo until the last soldier? Once something is wrong in the limelight, he surrenders faster than anyone else. I don’t believe that Su Shiyilu is envious and jealous of him. He is still behaved with benefits. This old face looks like he deserves a beating.
Jiang Sheng ignored him, and Su Shiyilu could only find topics.
He also learned from Jiang Sheng to look up, trying to see something, and secretly learned a trick: "Jiang Xiandeng, I see you looking at the stars and the moon every day, regardless of wind and rain. What tricks can you see?"
Jiang Sheng answered: "Pan Zhongren''s fortune."
His literati''s way of being a scholar is perfect, and he can calculate the other person''s fortune without seeing him face to face. Fortune is a magic weapon used on the battlefield, and Jiang Sheng can judge the victory or defeat based on the main fortune of civil and military. For example, Su Shiyilu, the opponent''s fortune is overwhelming, and the main force of the Southwest Allied Forces has not been overwhelmed, which means that this battle is in danger and he can be assured to transfer his troops to other places to support him.
Only Su Shiyilu can defend it in the whole city!
Of course, if a person conquers nature, his fortune is not fixed. There is some gambling element in this.
Jiang Sheng was not burdened by using Su Shiyilu''s life.
"The fortune of everyone? Let me see who they are."
Su Shiyilu is now a colleague of Jiang Sheng, who is in the same camp. He doesn''t need to avoid this level of secrets. He immediately stretched out his neck to peek at it, and saw Jiang Sheng spread a book with his knees. His own name is in the front row, followed by other people''s names.
"Is there any particular order in this order?"
It seems that it is not arranged based on closeness and distantness.
Jiang Shengdao: "Based on the fortune."
Su Shiyilu is temporarily ranked first.
"Lin Lingde was so behind?" Su Shiyilu noticed Lin Feng at first sight and gloated, "The war is not good?"
Lin Feng’s excellence is something he must admit as an enemy.
The more outstanding she is, the less excited Su Shiyilu is.
Always thinking that the other party can fall into the quagmire.
Jiang Sheng said: "When your hands and feet are in a wall, there will be **** disaster."
Su Shiyilu became interested when she heard this and wanted to applaud: "Okay, okay, what a sibling. No, she is not the head of the Lin family, and she is alone, where can she get her siblings and blood relatives?"
Jiang Sheng said nothing.
Su Shiyilu saw two stains next to Lin Feng.
The other people''s names are neatly arranged, but these two stains are blurred, as if they are typos: "Who is this person?"
Jiang Sheng lowered his head and glanced: "Cui Xiao."
Su Shiyilu passed it in her mind and vaguely felt that it was a familiar name: "Is he dead? Do you paint his name?"
Jiang Sheng: “…No.”
It is because of the other party’s literati’s teachings that cannot be written well.
Su Shiyilu: "How can he rank behind Lin Lingde?"
"A moment of thought, if you lose your widow and defeat your wife, the red phoenix star will fall."
Su Shiyilu lost interest as soon as she heard this.
"What kind of bad luck is this?" In his opinion, the punishment that does not hurt him is not painful. "There are more ministers in Kangguo who have no wives and men, and there are not many more people."
Jiang Sheng summarized the book: "What do you know?"
Su Shiyilu sneered: "I understand so much."
Jiang Sheng thoughtfully said, "That''s right, being widowed and defeating a wife is not a big deal for you, it''s not just a cliché."
Su Shiyilu felt that she was being sarcastic.
Little did they know that at this time there was another person who was in the same mood as him.
In order to facilitate training and training, Lin Feng did not live in the military camp for a while, but lived in a nearby homeless villa. The former owner of this villa is also a elegant master. Even those who don’t know how to show off can see the preciousness of the decoration. Kang Guo fought in, and the owner of the other yard fled elsewhere, and the yard was abandoned.
It just happened to be a temporary residence for Lin Feng.
When she went back, the lights were on in the yard.
The light casts a tall figure on the window paper.
Lin Feng''s pace accelerated a little: "Brother!"
The young scholar looked back and saw Lin Feng’s moment when he saw Lin Feng. Judging from their appearance, the young man is somewhat similar to Lin Feng, and you can tell at a glance that they are related by blood. The young man picked her up with a lantern, and warm food was already arranged in the house.
The food is very simple, but it is a long-lost childhood taste.
The young scholar sat back to his original place to peel the lotus pods: "You have been back late recently and are frowning, but have you encountered something difficult?"
Lin Feng said: "The training was not very smooth."
The young scholar was not surprised by this and said casually: "Most soldiers from the Kang State were from the northwest and there was less water in the northwest. In this case, few of them were good at water. Fighting against the people in the southwest is to fight against the enemy''s strengths with their own weaknesses. How can we not suffer any losses?"
Lin Feng held the bowl and brought the soup into his stomach.
"Oh, this is a last resort."
Speaking of this, the young scholar did not continue to ask.
After peeling the lotus pod, he picked up the embroidery shed from his hand, skillfully threading needles and threading. Lin Feng used the candlelight to read the military books and speak out. The atmosphere of the two was harmonious, and there was only the beeping sound of the candlelight burning in the air.
After a long time, a purse came to Lin Feng''s hand.
The young scholar added fuel to the candlestick. Seeing that Lin Feng placed the military books on one side, he took out the dress he had prepared during the day and asked Lin Feng to go back to the house to try the size and length. If it was not suitable, he would change it.
"The second brother can go to the hall and go to the kitchen. If this condition is in China, I don''t know how many girls you like." If someone helps to take care of trivial matters inside, the head of the family can be at ease to work hard outside for a career future. Unfortunately, there are not many men who like to assist.
Female men with this kind of spirit often have to choose to take care of themselves.
The average level of men who are willing to marry into a married woman is not very high.
The young man obviously understood the style of Kang Guo and could understand what Lin Feng said, so he raised his hand to knock on her forehead: "Noisy."
Lin Feng went to test the size and it was just right, and she liked when she was young: "My little sister didn''t joke. Brother is much better than me. My stitches are the only ones who don''t dislike me. Apart from them, even the senior brother has to despise me."
"It''s not good to be popular with girls, but Jiaojiao can be talented and learned."
The young scholar waved her over.
Lin Feng stretched out his hand and asked the other party to get closer to change his sleeves.
Looking at the young man''s gentle eyebrows under the candlelight, Lin Feng couldn''t help but soften his tone, and his thoughts returned to more than ten years ago: "I remember when I was six years old, I was fighting with my brother, stepped on my skirt and cracked my sleeves. This is how my mother took the needle and thread to sew it for me..."
That was her favorite skirt.
She only recognized this one, and Ah Niang promised to replace it with the same sanction: [Jiaojiao doesn’t! Jiaojiao wants it! 】
Children who grow up in love have the privilege of acting spoiled.
My mother had no choice but to mend it herself, and Lin Feng burst into tears and laughed. The brother in front of me looked very much like the mother.
Young scholar: "I don''t remember it very much."
Looking at the sleeves that were completely unseen after the modification, Lin Feng felt sorry for him: "Brother has suffered over the years..."
You can judge from the details without asking.
The elder brother''s outfit is relatively simple and has no vocal and festiveness in his memory. This outfit is not bad, but it is not good either. I remember that I lived in the inner hut before, and she also studied the gifts with her mother. I clearly remember that my brother had to dress up 20 to 30 new clothes every season. One set was calculated at most two or three times. When it was treated as an old clothes, it looked brand new.
Each set has corresponding accessories.
Not to mention patching, he can''t even penetrate the needle.
Now he is skilled in the girl. It is conceivable that in the past years, he must have to learn these due to living conditions.
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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival~