Back Off, Let Me Come

[No!]

These two words almost blurted out.

Two eyes fell on the Holy Son at the same time.

Except for Cui Xiao, whose presence was minimal and whose expression was unclear, another scholar frowned slightly, as if wondering what the Holy Son was doing 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 frightened and broke out in a cold sweat, regretting that his mouth was faster than his thoughts.

Facing the middle-aged scholar's seemingly calm but sharp eyes, the Holy Son felt uncomfortable and shifted his sight, his voice gradually lowered, and his fingers in his sleeves almost tangled into a ball. She bit her lower lip: [I mean...]

Middle-aged scholar: [I hope the lady will be honest with me.]

He changed the name of the Holy Son.

It was also a subtle reminder to the other party to remember his true identity and the purpose of his mission, and not to lose his mind!

The courage that the Holy Son had finally gathered was mostly dissipated.

Seeing that she still refused to speak frankly, the middle-aged scholar did not have much patience to waste time and prepared to leave. However, as soon as he made a move, the Holy Son grabbed his sleeve tightly, panting and gritting his teeth: [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 if he was late: [Aren't we harming people by doing this? They are all ordinary common people, and they were instigated to rebel one by one. There must be a leader to rebel, 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 Kangguo. Cui Xiao and others have no psychological burden in using these common people to rebel and cause chaos. Whether the common people starve to death or are suppressed and killed by others has nothing to do with them. The larger the scale and the more chaotic the situation of believers in various parts of the southwest, the more favorable it will be to the front line of Kangguo! She understood the truth.

But——

[Didn't Cui Yushi also say——]

[The Lord is God! ]

[These ignorant believers are God's pawns that can be discarded after use? ]

The question from the Holy Son made the middle-aged scholar change his face. Although he couldn't see Cui Xiao's face now, he guessed that the other party's expression was not good: [Does the lady know what nonsense she is talking about? ]

The other party completely blurred the boundaries.

[It is good to be kind, but you can't be generous to others. ] The lives and deaths of the common people who were not included in the territory of Kangguo naturally have nothing to do with Kangguo. It is not wrong to say that they are pawns that can be used and discarded. [If it weren't for this, they might have gone to the battlefield and become Kangguo's enemies. Did the lady really think that they were all her own people just because they called her "Your Highness the Holy Son"? ]

It is foolish to pity potential enemies who have not been completely subdued.

How could she be so sure that their withdrawal at a critical moment would lead to greater casualties among ordinary believers, rather than reducing casualties?

The Holy Son opened his mouth, and his white pupils seemed helpless.

She was about to sigh and apologize for her slip of the tongue.

Unexpectedly, the situation took a turn and something unexpected happened.

Cui Xiao said: [The lady's worry is not unreasonable. It is not impossible for us to stay, but the lady must think it over. ]

The Holy Son asked hurriedly: [Think about what? ]

Cui Xiao told her: [I am willing to take risks. ]

The real backbone on the surface is not the middle-aged scholar or him, but she who holds a "God-given national seal" and the title of "Your Highness the Holy Son". When she is here, believers will continue to come to her, and it will be more difficult for the southwestern countries to suppress them in a short period of time.

When she is not here, the believers will stop for a while like headless flies.

In fact, Shen Tang did not intend to let the rebellion of the Eternal Life Church last too long. It was just to ignite the rebellion in the short term and make the southwestern countries anxious. The believers did not have a stable supply of food and grass, nor did they have a stable and strong attack and plunder, so the rebellion was powerless.

Cui Xiao complained a little about her softness.

All this effort was spent just for a riot that lasted for one or two months. If the southwestern countries could be taken down within a certain period of time, it would be fine. But what if they could not? If they could not be taken down, the carefully planned rebellion would not play the role it should. Cui Xiao did not like this kind of gamble.

He preferred something safer.

For example, let this rebellion last longer.

But these were all his personal thoughts, and it was impossible for the master to adopt them. Now there is a big sucker with a kind heart, and he took the initiative to bump into it as an excuse, and Cui Xiao did not mind taking advantage of it.

The Holy Son hesitated for only two breaths and nodded firmly at the air.

[I am not afraid of death! ]

Cui Xiao, who was standing beside her, chuckled: [That's great. ]

The middle-aged scholar: [...]

Based on his understanding of Cui Xiao's black heart, Cui Shanxiao would not easily get involved in trouble if there was no profit. After calming the Holy Son's emotions, the middle-aged scholar walked out of the simple tent with worry: [Cui Shanxiao, I know you are here, and I will reply now. 】

The wind blew, and no one answered.

The middle-aged scholar wanted to spit: [Don't play dead! ]

Cui Xiao said: [I didn't mean to hurt her. ]

He still had some bottom line.

Middle-aged scholar: [The master didn't ask us to do anything else. If he asks for responsibility later, won't you push her to take the blame? ]

Cui Xiao sneered: [Isn't that what she asked for? ]

Being too kind will only lead to more sins. Isn't this the price?

Middle-aged scholar: [……]

All parties are paying close attention to the outcome of this battle.

Among them, Su Shiyilu, who lay flat and collected military merits, was the most enthusiastic. He led his team out to inquire about the situation every three or five days, and stood on the city wall every day to look out. He looked forward to the stars and the moon, and was anxious: "Jiang Xiandeng, this battle will not end like this, right?"

Jiang Sheng was sitting on the roof looking at the moon and stars.

He asked: "What do you mean, general?"

Su Shiyilu also sat down and patted his thigh.

"I still like military merits earned by my own hands."

The main force of the Southwest Allied Forces ran to him, made a feint, and was hooked back by Shen Tang halfway. How long have the battlefields in various places been fought? He has never seen what the enemy looks like here. This kind of life of lying flat and collecting military merits is really boring.

"It's not good to pick up something for free."

He complained.

"The military generals of Wuzhou can't be underestimated."

Wuzhou has only one general who can show off his military merits. How can Su Shiyilu gain a foothold among the generals?

Jiang Sheng was almost speechless.

"...General, others want your good fortune too."

Getting military merit for free is a reward only for people with great fortune.

Su Shiyilu, this old guy, is so good that he actually despises it. If he is really given a strong enemy, will he fight to the death for Kangguo to the last soldier? Once the limelight is not right, he surrenders faster than anyone else. I don't believe that Su Shiyilu doesn't know how many people envy and envy him. He is still acting cute after getting benefits. This old face looks like he deserves a beating.

Jiang Sheng ignored him, and Su Shiyilu could only find topics.

He also looked up like Jiang Sheng, trying to see something and steal a trick: "Jiang Xiandeng, I see you look at the stars and the moon every day, regardless of wind and rain. What can you see from this?"

Jiang Sheng gave an answer: "Discuss the fortune of everyone."

His way of being a scholar is perfect, and he can calculate the fortune of the opponent without seeing the opponent face to face. Fortune is a magical tool used on the battlefield. Jiang Sheng can judge the victory or defeat by the main civil and military fortunes. Take Su Shiyilu for example. The opponent's fortune is so great that even the main force of the Southwest Allied Forces could not cover it. This means that this battle is safe and sound, and he can safely transfer troops to other places for support.

Su Shiyilu can hold the whole city with only one person!

Of course, man can conquer nature, and fortune is not fixed.

There is a bit of gambling in this.

Jiang Sheng has no burden to gamble with Su Shiyilu's life.

"Everyone's fortune? Let me see who has it."

Su Shiyilu and Jiang Sheng are colleagues now, in the same camp, so he doesn't need to avoid such secrets. He immediately stretched his neck to take a peek, and saw Jiang Sheng spread out a scroll on his knees. His name was in the front row, followed by other names.

"Is there a particular order?"

It seems that it is not arranged according to closeness.

Jiang Sheng said: "According to fortune."

Su Shiyilu is temporarily ranked first.

"Lin Lingde is ranked so far behind?" Su Shiyilu noticed Lin Feng at first sight and gloated, "The war is not going well?"

As an enemy, he has to admit that Lin Feng is excellent.

The more outstanding she is, the more uncomfortable Su Shiyilu feels.

He always hopes that the other party will fall into the quagmire.

Jiang Sheng said: "Fighting between brothers will lead to blood disaster."

Su Shiyilu was interested when he heard it, and wanted to applaud: "Good, good, good, a good fight between brothers. No, she is not the head of the Lin family, she is alone, how can there be blood relatives?"

Jiang Sheng didn't say much.

Su Shiyilu saw the two stains next to Lin Feng again.

The names of other people are neat and tidy, but these two stains are blurred, as if they are wrong characters: "Who is this person?"

Jiang Sheng lowered his head and glanced: "Cui Xiao."

Su Shiyilu went through it in his mind and vaguely felt that it was a familiar name: "He died? Did you erase his name?"

Jiang Sheng: "...No."

It was because of the influence of the other party's literary way that he couldn't write well.

Su Shiyilu: "Why is he ranked after Lin Lingde?"

"One thought difference, widowhood and wife-killing, the red star will fall."

Su Shiyilu lost interest as soon as he heard it.

"What kind of bad luck is this?" In his opinion, punishment that does not hurt him is not painful, "There are many ministers in Kangguo who have no wives and men, one more of him is not much."

Jiang Sheng closed the letter: "What do you know?"

Su Shiyilu sneered: "I know too much."

Jiang Sheng thought: "That's right, widowhood and wife-killing are indeed not a big deal for you, as long as it is not a sibling feud."

Su Shiyilu felt that he was being treated strangely.

Little did he know that there was another person who shared his thoughts at this time.

In order to facilitate training and running-in, Lin Feng did not live in the barracks during this period, but lived in an ownerless villa nearby. The previous owner of this villa was also an elegant man, and all the furnishings were precious even for people who didn't know much. The Kangguo troops broke in, and the owner of the villa fled elsewhere, leaving the villa abandoned.

It was just right for Lin Feng to use as a temporary residence.

When she went back, the lights were on in the courtyard.

The light cast a tall figure on the window paper.

Lin Feng quickened his pace: "Brother!"

The young scholar looked back, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes became lively the moment he saw Lin Feng. From the looks of the young man, he was somewhat similar to Lin Feng, and it was obvious that they were related by blood. The young man took the lantern to pick her up, and warm food was already placed in the house.

The food was simple, but it was the taste of childhood that he had not seen for a long time.

The young scholar returned to his original position and peeled lotus pods: "You have been coming home late recently, and you look worried, but have you encountered a difficult situation?"

Lin Feng said: "The training is not going well."

The young scholar was not surprised by this and said casually: "Most of the soldiers of Kangguo come from the northwest, where there is little water. In this situation, few of them are good at swimming. Fighting a water battle with the people from the southwest is like using one's own weaknesses to fight the enemy's strengths. How can we not suffer a loss?"

Lin Feng held the bowl and put the soup into his stomach.

"Alas, this is also a last resort."

At this point, the young scholar did not continue to ask.

After peeling the lotus pods, he picked up the embroidery shed from his hand and threaded the needle skillfully. Lin Feng read the military book by candlelight. The atmosphere between the two was harmonious, and there was only the beeping sound of the burning candlelight in the air.

After a long time, a purse came to Lin Feng's hand.

The young scholar added oil to the candlestick. Seeing that Lin Feng put the military book aside, he took out the dress he had made during the day and asked Lin Feng to go back to the house to try the size and length. If it didn't fit, he would modify it.

"Second brother is good at both housework and cooking. If he were in China, I wonder how many girls would like him." Only when someone helps take care of trivial matters at home can the head of the family work hard for his career. Unfortunately, there are not many men who like to assist.

Female rulers with this ambition can often only choose to recruit a son-in-law.

The average level of men willing to marry into the family is not very high.

The young man obviously knew the customs of Kangguo and understood what Lin Feng meant. He raised his hand and knocked her forehead: "Noisy."

Lin Feng tried the size and it was just right. It was also what she liked when she was young: "Little sister, I'm not joking. Brother's sewing is much better than mine. Only the master teacher doesn't dislike my stitches. Apart from them, even my senior brothers dislike me."

"If you are not good at sewing, Jiaojiao can be talented."

The young scholar waved her over.

Lin Feng stretched out his hand and asked the other party to come closer to alter the sleeves.

Looking at the gentle eyes and eyebrows of the young man under the candlelight, Lin Feng couldn't help but soften his tone, and his thoughts went back to more than ten years ago: "I remember when I was six years old, I played with my brother and stepped on my skirt and the sleeves were torn. My mother took the needle and thread to help me sew it stitch by stitch..."

That was her favorite skirt.

She only recognized this one, and my mother promised to make an identical one to replace it: [Jiaojiao doesn't want it! Jiaojiao wants it! ]

Children who grow up in love have the privilege of being spoiled.

The mother had no choice but to sew it herself, and Lin Feng burst into laughter. The brother in front of him looked very much like his mother.

The young scholar: "I don't remember it very well."

Looking at the sleeves that were completely unrecognizable after the modification, Lin Feng felt sorry for him: "My brother has suffered a lot these years..."

You can tell from the details without asking.

My brother's clothes are rather plain, without the flamboyant and festive feeling in my memory. The material of this dress is not bad, but it is not the best either. She remembered that when she lived in the inner house, she had learned household chores from her mother. She clearly remembered that her brother had to make 20 to 30 new clothes every season. Each set was worn only two or three times at most, and when it was treated as old clothes, it still looked brand new.

Each set had corresponding accessories.

Not to mention mending, he couldn't even thread a needle.

Now he is proficient in needlework, so it is conceivable that in the past, he must have been forced to learn these things due to living conditions.

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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival~