Dandere General and his Lord

Cheng Qianye felt very warm.

She is no longer weak, she is strong enough, and confident that she can stand the test of wind and frost. But it doesn't mean that she doesn't like being treated gently by others. She feels very happy to have someone who will comfort her and warm her.

"Well, thank you, I'm much better too." Cheng Qianye said, she reached out and touched Mo Qiaosheng's face, and gently dropped a kiss on his forehead.

"Lord."

"Um?"

"That time, the time Han Quanlin forced me." Mo Qiaosheng turned his face sideways, "You too, on my head," he stretched out his hand to compare, "At that time, I will treat you, treat you... …”

Cheng Qianye smiled: "You can think about what to do with me then?"

There was an ambiguity in the room.

Mo Qiaosheng decided to speak out, he stood up and reached out to unbutton his clothes.

"I just want to dedicate myself to you."

Cheng Qianye bit his lower lip: "Really? Can I do whatever I want?"

"..."

The absurd night passed,

Because of what he said, Cheng Qianye inevitably indulged himself.

She found the joy of being in the lead in this sort of thing.

Make the people you love happy, miserable, and even cry.

It is something that makes oneself satisfied and happy.

The brilliance of the bright moon hit the corner of Mo Qiaosheng's thin red eyes, and Cheng Qianye couldn't help but wake him up with a thin kiss.

Mo Qiaosheng opened his eyes and smiled embarrassedly at Cheng Qianye.

"Do you have other family members besides your mother and brother? You rarely mention them."

The gentle voice of the protagonist sounded in the night, and suddenly Mo Qiaosheng's thoughts returned to his childhood.

"I have an elder brother, and several younger sisters and younger brothers. The elder brother's name is Mo Goudan, and the younger sister's name is Mo Ersan..."

Mo Qiaosheng talked about his past. He had never talked about his past with others like this.

In fact, he rarely even chats with others.

This feeling is very novel, he opened his mouth, and could not help but have a desire to talk.

But at the same time, he was a little nervous. Telling such trivial things to the lord would make the lord tired. Is the lord reluctantly listening to his boring words?

From time to time, he quietly looked at Ran Qianye's expression. As long as the lord showed a slight sleepiness, he would close his mouth in time.

The lord lay side by side with him, the moonlight eyes soaked in starlight, stared at him with great interest, and encouraged him to continue talking.

Mo Qiaosheng felt relieved and continued talking bit by bit.

The former Mo Qiaosheng was always humble and cowardly in front of Cheng Qianye.

Always keep your head down, dare not speak, dare not speak, dare not express your inner needs.

Now, he is also growing and changing day by day.

This is so good. Cheng Qianye thought to himself.

"Where are your family members now, maybe we can send someone to find them?"

"I was sold several times when I was very young, and I don't even remember where the camp where I lived with my mother was. But maybe, I can give it a try."

The conversation between the two of them broke out from time to time in the silent night.

Before they knew it, they chatted late into the night.

Chapter 95

In the cold autumn night, the dew turns into frost.

Xiao Xiu was walking on the wooden corridor, he rubbed his hands, put it to his mouth and sighed, a white mist of water came out of his mouth.

"It's really cold at night," he said.

The whole mansion was quiet, most of the people had already fallen asleep, only the study where the husband was, was still brightly lit.

Xiao Xiu stepped into the door, first gave Zhang Fu a warm eight-treasure tea, then moved the brazier, and added some silver frosted charcoal into it.

Zhang Fu buried his head in the slip, and said without raising his head, "You go to rest first, I don't need anyone to serve me here."

"I'll accompany you, sir." Xiao Xiu placed a chair on the other side of the desk and sat opposite Zhang Fu.

He studied ink, twisted a pen, and helped Zhang Fu to copy various drafted manuscripts.

"Look at this." Zhang Fu didn't say much, and handed out a page of letters across the table.

"Mr. Zhou's plan to "Fight the Rong Thief"? The lord has decided to start a full-scale war with Quan Rong?" Xiao Xiu was a little surprised.

Zhang Fu's subordinates kept going, the pen was moving the dragon and the snake, and he said in his mouth: "Yes, Mo Qiaosheng is afraid that he has already led the army and set off from Zhengzhou. We are about to usher in a big battle. It's a pity that the time is too hasty. , I would have liked to have another year or two more to prepare us."

"Since the enemy refuses to give us time, he has already deceived us. We can only fight." Zhang Fu kept writing, "Offense is the best defense. The lord's decision is right, and I support her."

Xiao Xiu looked at the letter in her hand with a worried look: "Master Zhou wants to send an envoy in person? But his legs..."

Zhang Fu raised his hand and anointed the inkstone: "Although Zixi's leg is broken, his heart is stronger than most people. You don't have to worry about him."

"It's just that since even Zixi has worked so hard, I can't be lazy. I'm afraid I'll be very busy for a while." He glanced at Xiao Xiu opposite, "We'll all be very busy."

"Yes." Xiao Xiu lowered her head and carefully copied the text in her hand.

offer.

He thought silently in his head.

This year is a good year. The population of Bianjing, Qixian, and Zhongmu increased sharply, and the income of the national treasury was very abundant.

We also just fought a victory in Song, and got new land and a lot of indemnity.

Xiao Xiu unconsciously began to imitate Zhang Fu's thinking.

He thought about what things Mr. need to think about at this time?

There is a war ahead, and what we have to do is to provide sufficient food and salaries for the soldiers on the front line.

It is also necessary to step up the training of new recruits so that when the war requires, they can provide continuous reinforcements.

In addition, not long after Bianjing became a new capital, everything was left to be rebuilt, and the DPRK and China were divided into various factions, which was the time of chaos.

There are really a lot of things to do, I have to work harder and try my best to help him, Xiao Xiu thought to himself.

Zhang Fu seemed to know what Xiao Xiu was thinking, and asked, "Apart from armaments and provisions, do you know what is most important to us right now?"

"Is there anything more important than these two things?" Xiao Xiu thought for a while and then reacted, "Mr. is... Wei Guo?"

"It's good to think of Wei Guo." Zhang Fu looked up at him and nodded approvingly.

"Yao Hong of Wei Guo has coveted our Bianjing for a long time. Their navy is very large. From the Shunji River in Onozawa to the Huáng Pond near Bianjing, in just a few days, we must guard against them. In case they take advantage of the turbulent waters to fish. In addition, the Song Kingdom has just suffered a defeat in our hands, even if their monarch is cowardly, he must be unwilling, and we must not be careless."

"Sir mentioned this, and I remembered something." Xiao Xiu raised her head, "The proton sent by Wei Guo to our country encountered an assassin today. Fortunately, the guard was strong, but he was not injured."

"Assassin?" Zhang Fu frowned, "A ten-year-old is also worthy of sending an assassin. Send him some guards, and don't let him have an accident in our country of Jin."

In Zhengzhou City,

Yao Tianxiang yawned, lying at the table looking at Cheng Qianye, who was busy with government affairs.

"Qiaosheng is on the expedition. I thought you would be free to accompany me, but I didn't expect you to be so busy."

Cheng Qianye laughed: "Don't complain, hurry up and do something for me. I'll be busy for a while, and after the application, we'll go to Zhengzhou in small clothes. Take a good look at the people's livelihood in this city."

Yao Tianxiang became happy, rolled up her sleeves to reveal her wrists, took a pen from the pen holder and dipped it in ink: "Okay, what do you want me to do?"

"By the way, look at this first." Cheng Qianye rubbed his shoulders, took out a letter from a pile of letters, and handed it to Yao Tianxiang, "That nephew of yours lives in our Bianzhou, You were assassinated, what happened?"

Yao Tianxiang took the letter, frowned at it for a moment, and snorted: "These little people can't do serious things well, but they are very good at doing these dirty things."

Cheng Qianye couldn't help thinking of that timid little boy.

Living in such an environment every day, it is no wonder that he has developed that timid appearance.

"He is only ten years old, and he has already been sent to our Jin country to be a proton. Is there still anyone who refuses to let him go?" Cheng Qianye was a little puzzled.

Yao Tianxiang gave Cheng Qianye a strange look, "What's so incomprehensible about this? Wasn't your older brother also killed by your half-brother..."

She coughed and didn't say anything, thinking in her heart, if it wasn't for your brother's death by your brother, the two of us might not have a chance to know each other.