Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty

Qingniling Shu army camp. Zhou Jun just launched another attack during the day. This time the troops were more intensive, and both armies suffered heavy casualties. Unlike the last time, this time there was a hand-to-hand fight.

"Ouch, ouch..." In the flames, the wounded soldier cried out in pain.

A petty official chewed bitter herbs in a shabby hut, spit it out and put it on the waist of a wounded soldier, spat out a few mouthfuls, then turned his head and said, "Water." A soldier covered in mud quickly held a bowl up for him to wash his mouth.

The wounded soldier lying on the bed was covered in mud and blood except for his thighs, and the blood on his trousers had congealed, like a hard cloth pasted with paste. The civil official said: "Give him a thicker cover at night. Based on my experience, it is very easy to catch wind and cold after injury."

Just as he was about to leave, he was suddenly grabbed by the wounded soldier. The wounded soldier said with a Sichuan accent: "Am I going to die?"

The civil servant took a look at the wound and said, "Don't make it dirty, you won't die without festering."

The wounded soldier pleaded: "I am illiterate, if I die, please help me write a suicide note to my old lady."

"Mr. Ge, do you want to die so much?" The civil official scolded, "I still have to see other wounded patients. I'll talk about it when you're about to die."

"Mother, mother..." In the dark and messy shack, the wounded soldier cried out in pain.

...

In the harem of Shu Kingdom. In front of the jasper window, the window is really a flower window carved from jade, and in winter, it is inlaid with colored glaze for the wind; colored glaze is not glass, and its transparency is very limited, but it sets off the light of the rising moon in a hazy and extraordinarily gentle way. The light green of jasper permeates the mist-like halo, and the streamers in the room are colorful.

Mrs. Huarui standing in front of the window has a smooth and flat forehead, long eyebrows, big eyes, a smooth and flat face with a slightly less full face, and a slightly pointed chin. Her face is actually not good in this era, the world thinks that kind of plump oval face is a lucky face; but her fair skin, bright eyes and white teeth, black and thin hairline and white skin are bright in color, with this kind of appearance, even if she has a bad face, she will be regarded as a wonderful beauty, so her humble status as a singing girl can be loved by Meng Chang among thousands of beauties.

There were sparkles in her eyes, but she didn't smile when she was alone here, and she was a little deserted. She is holding a very thin and sharp knife inlaid with gemstones, cutting "wine bone groove", a kind of lamb head meat marinated in wine, which is her unique cooking skill. The cut mutton is as thin as paper and crystal clear; so it takes extra care to make it, and her eyes are very focused.

Mrs. Huarui is not good at smiling, and the shape of her lips looks a bit stubborn, so it's not just now that she doesn't smile, she rarely smiles at ordinary times... When people mention singing girls, they always think that they are smiling; but in fact, there are various ways to please men, and you don't have to use a smile. Mrs. Huarui just uses her cold and pitiful coquettishness, and men can't help but take the initiative to please her.

But now she doesn't have to deliberately please men, because she is already a noble concubine.

Mrs. Huarui carefully and gently cut a crystal thin slice, and placed it on a golden plate next to it. Only Meng Chang, the emperor of the Shu Kingdom, can enjoy her painstaking cooking skills... Even she doesn't want to enjoy it herself, it is really time-consuming.

Treat him well tonight... A man is like a child, when he is willing to work hard, he should be encouraged.

But Meng Chang is the kind of person who does everything on a whim, and now he has to work hard to improve himself. If the situation gets better after a while, he will forget about it and continue to study intercourse among women. But no matter what, as long as he is motivated, he can't be hit. Maybe he figured it out sometime? Mrs. Huarui can only rely on him, hoping that he will be the emperor well.

No matter what, only Meng Chang gave her an identity and a place to live like a human being. Everything she has now is given by Meng Chang, and she cherishes it very much. When she was a singing girl in the past, although she was very beautiful, it was easy for dignitaries to show her courteousness, and she could satisfy her vanity once or twice in the luxury of money; but soon she could feel that they were just playing on the spot.

Even her famous name was praised by Meng Chang. If the emperor hadn't praised her in every possible way and granted her the title of "Mrs. Huarui", she would have been just a prettier singing girl.

Mrs. Huarui naturally twisted a thin slice with a very delicate gesture, and put it on the gold plate, her every move was very elegant. She couldn't help but think of the movements and tone that the bustard taught her repeatedly when she was twelve or thirteen years old, "This way, slow down, yes...you have to remember that every part of you is to make men like you."

"Ah!" Mrs. Huarui cried out in pain, and when she came back to her senses, she saw blood dripping from between her fingers, and she hurriedly pinched her fingers with her right hand.

"Your Majesty, you are injured!" The maid standing next to her panicked, she came up to take a look, panicked, and went to get the medicine and bandaged gauze.

Mrs. Huarui murmured angrily: "I told you not to lose your mind, and tell you to lose your mind!"

Seeing that there were a lot of thin slices in the gold plate, and her hand was injured, she stretched out her hand to shake the meat slices evenly, and that was it.

Not long after, Mrs. Huarui took the gold plate and went outside to the resplendent palace, and put the "wine bone trough" on the case. Meng Chang drank the wine and said, "Don't mess with it, come and drink with me."

Mrs. Huarui persuaded softly: "Your Majesty, if you drink less than two glasses, doesn't it mean that you have to go to court early?"

"Haha, I'll listen to Madam!" Meng Chang laughed, his double chin trembling. Meng Chang's face is fine, with a plump forehead and regular facial features. He doesn't look particularly fat, and his complexion is fair. However, she is very fat, all of which are soft fat, the result of being pampered in the palace all day long since she was a child.

"I like this wine bone socket the most!" Meng Chang said, picking up a piece. As soon as she put it to her mouth, she suddenly saw the blood-stained gauze on Mrs. Huarui's fingers, and frowned, "Why did you get hurt?"

Mrs. Huarui said softly: "I accidentally scratched a little skin, it doesn't matter if the skin is injured."

"Come on, let me take a look." Meng Chang put down her chopsticks and took her hand, "Does it hurt?" Mrs. Huarui hurriedly shook her head, showing a hint of a smile. Meng Chang said, "Be careful too."

The two continued to drink and eat, and Mrs. Huarui noticed that Meng Chang no longer ate the "wine bone groove", and did not even move the piece that was pinched before. She knew that Meng Chang disliked blood the most, probably because seeing blood affected his mood. Mrs. Huarui was a little bit blocked, it took a lot of work to make the mutton head meat and cut it so thin... But she didn't care, she got used to it. It's like they have worked hard to practice their talents since they were young, but it's just for the fun of being on the stage.

Mrs. Huarui looked sideways and said: "Come here, bring rice for His Majesty. Prepare hot water, Your Majesty will take a rest after bathing and changing clothes."

After hearing this, Meng Chang smiled and said, "Yes! Eat. As I said, I will start working hard tomorrow!"

... The next morning, it was not yet dawn, but the winter morning was almost here. Mrs. Huarui had already dressed up and walked up to the main hall. She walked lightly in lotus steps in the wide hall for a while, looking up at the high throne inlaid with gold.

She pursed her lips, put her hands slightly in front of her stomach, and walked slowly towards the Zanzheng Pavilion next to the main hall. There is such a room on both sides, and sometimes the civil officials and scribes who make notes will sit and write in it; but most of the time, it is just a pile of the emperor's ceremonial utensils.

Mrs. Huarui came in, and said to the eunuchs and maids who followed: "Close the door, and be quiet for a while. I want to sit here and listen to His Majesty handling the affairs of state."

The eunuch hurriedly closed the wooden door, cleaned a round waist stool with a dust whisk, then wiped it straight with his sleeve, and carefully moved it to the paper-mounted carved window. Then Mrs. Huarui walked over slowly, lowered her graceful and slender waist, and sat quietly on the stool.

After waiting for a long time, the outside gradually became lively. First the drums were played, the eunuchs sang lyrics, and then the music was played. Many people entered the hall one after another. Then Meng Chang walked slowly towards the throne from the open main entrance of the hall, followed by the eunuchs and maids who bent over to follow. "My emperor's life is boundless!" Many people shouted together and fell to the floor.

Wearing a crown and a gown, Meng Chang walked slowly to Yutao and sat down. Then he raised his wide sleeves, stroked them slowly from left to right, and said, "Everyone loves you."

"Thank you for the emperor's grace." Hundreds of people got up from the ground one after another.

"Your Majesty, good news!" An official rushed out of the queue, holding something in both hands. Meng Chang on the dragon chair was overjoyed and said, "Say it in front of all the officials!"

People looked sideways and saw that it was Wang Zhaoyuan, deputy envoy of the Privy Council, who called himself "Mr. Wolong".

Wang Zhaoyuan was determined, bowed down to salute politely, and then despised all the officials, saying: "Shannan Xidao Jiedu envoy Li Jin quickly reported a great victory, the Great Shu army defeated the Zhou army at Qingniling, and the Zhou army has been shut out of the country! Those colleagues who have been in panic all day long and are alarmist, can they feel at ease now?"

Prime Minister Li Hao came out and said: "As far as I know, this battle is the defense of Xingzhou, General Hou Mao, and has nothing to do with the Jiedu envoy of Shannan Road; moreover, it was just a trial attack by the Zhou army. The Zhou army suffered very few casualties. How can there be a big victory? Twenty thousand Zhou troops are still in the north of Qingniling, so how can you rush to say that the Zhou army has been shut out of the country?"

"Hou Mao?" Wang Zhaoyuan looked around and said, "Have you heard of this man?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Wang Zhaoyuan said: "What good did Prime Minister Li gain from that person, and he wanted to ask for credit for him in the hall? Even if it is Hou Mao, Xingzhou is under the jurisdiction of Shannan West Road, and the credit for the victory is not counted by the general?"

Meng Chang on the dragon chair didn't say a word, listening to the two of them reasoning separately.

Li Hao said: "I don't want to compete with you for anyone's credit..."

Wang Zhaoyuan suddenly snorted coldly: "Prime Minister Li is addicted to repairing the table?"

Li Hao said angrily: "Wang Zhaoyuan! What do you mean?"

Wang Zhaoyuan's words really touched Li Hao's sore spot, because when the former Shu was destroyed, it was indeed Li Haoxiu's surrender...Moreover, Li Hao's family was huge and wealthy, and there were many wives and concubines in his family. Wang Zhaoyuan said before that he took bribes and was greedy for money.

Li Hao has not been able to resist until now, and he can only avoid the topic when he is scolded. But what Wang Zhaoyuan said was so straightforward, it was too much, and Li Hao's anger was welling up.