Chapter 19 The childhood sweetheart actually fell for Ying Xi's trickery...
Ying Xi could only sit or lie down; he simply couldn't stand it any longer.
It's not that he's not composed, but rather that he's boring.
Even the largest palace in Weiyang Palace is quite boring.
It's just a few rooms, a few bricks, and a few trees.
The imperial physician massaged him every day, and he lay there like a doll.
He asked the imperial physician when he would be fully recovered and when his ankle would no longer feel stinging when he moved.
The imperial physician replied that the swelling in His Majesty's feet was no longer obvious, and that His Majesty needed time to adjust.
Ying Xi was furious when she heard this.
This implies that he's spoiled, how can that be allowed?
After finishing her medical appointments for the day, Ying Xi got up from the dragon bed, carefully stepping down with a hiss.
Ying Xi withdrew her foot and silently sat cross-legged.
Sweetie said, "Would you like a mobile human assistant? It has a temperature control function and a sleep-inducing service."
Ying Xi: "I won't be in a relationship until the Xiongnu are defeated."
Sweet Tong silently changed the subject; talking too much would only annoy the host.
Sweet Tong could only sense Ying Xi trying to get up.
With each step he took, the toes of his boots scraped against the ground, making a sound. Every step was painful, but he still wanted to regain his mobility.
That means there was no one else in the house.
If there are outsiders present, he will not easily show any signs of distress.
This is Yingxi's thirtieth or more attempt.
The host, possessing the heart of an emperor and the body of a weakling, is quite remarkable. Sweet Commander continued counting.
In Chapter Thirty-Two.
From afar, the sound of Yu Jing's light footsteps could be heard. Yu Jing had gone out to deliver an imperial decree and had been gone for a long time.
After Yu Jing reported back, Ying Xi allowed him to report from his private quarters, and the Grand Steward presented a memorial to the Emperor.
Ying Xi glanced at the cover: Xie Qianli.
Ying Xi was puzzled. He took the memorial, unfolded it, and read the text. He was intensely excited. Although he did not show it on his face, he had already put on his dragon boots and rushed to the study. He picked up his vermilion brush and stamped his seal to approve the memorial as quickly as possible.
The emperor was unaware that he had recovered.
"Granted."
Granted permission.
He repeated it in his mind six or seven times.
He reacted like this, a reaction that Sweet Tong had never seen before.
Sweetness aroused intense curiosity, but her knowledge was insufficient to guess what Ying Xi was so happy about.
Sweet Tong awkwardly pressed on, "Your Majesty, what good news has happened? Have you found someone?"
He didn't understand. Ying Xi didn't care about that at all. After a moment, he briefly explained to Tian Tong: "He requested that I arrange for the elite of the Imperial Guards to jointly create the Dragon Martial Army, which will become the most elite force of the Great Qin royal army."
Wouldn't that make things even worse?
Sweet Tong thought: They not only want to be independent, but they also want you to provide manpower. What's there to be happy about?
Sweetie was being sarcastic and incoherent.
Ying Xi rolled up her sleeves and continued to give instructions: "Wrong. This team has been with the Xie family for too long and is impenetrable. The other rabble of the Imperial Guard are my true loyalists."
“He dares to ask me to add more people. I don’t need to add many to divide and weaken him. Whether he’s trying to show loyalty or something else, this Dragon Martial Army will fall into my hands sooner or later!” Ying Xi said firmly.
Ying Xi's thirst for power is just like Tian Tong's need for affection.
I can understand it, but I don't have a deep understanding of it.
Sweetheart politely added, "Congratulations, Your Majesty."
"Congratulations," Ying Xi said casually, picking the best from the crippled, thinking about the people in the Imperial Guard he could think of. "The Xie family is capable of training soldiers. Do you know how to select soldiers? They have a set of methods for this alone."
The sound of a calligraphy brush gliding across paper could be heard from inside the room.
Sweetheart once again offered emotional value: "That's good, that's good."
Since General Xie is so useful, we should win him over as soon as possible. Sweet Commander subtly tries to get the host to agree to be with him.
Unexpectedly, when Ying Xi finished writing this time, she added in a dangerous tone: "I hope that these useless people I chose can be properly reformed in the Dragon Martial Army. If Xie Qianli then harbors disloyalty, I will kill him, and the Dragon Martial Army he trained will completely belong to me..."
Sweet Tong was helpless; the words she was about to say to bring them together had become inappropriate.
In fact, aside from their first meeting and being killed in her previous life, at certain times, especially on the day of the funeral, based on the way the host treated Xie Qianli, Tian Tong even thought they had a very good relationship.
Why were the ruler and his ministers able to maintain harmony face-to-face?
Are they secretly plotting to kill each other?
Sweet Tong didn't understand.
Tian Tong asked, "Your Majesty, do you hate General Xie?"
Ying Xi naturally let out a cold laugh.
But that smile vanished in an instant; that was something from a past life.
Ying Xi said indifferently, "Love and hate are not important, he can still be used."
That's too heartless; Tian Tong only felt that he was unfathomable.
In the midst of this profound and unfathomable moment, Ying Xi was suddenly heard talking to herself, pondering related matters.
"We don't need too many trusted confidants, just enough."
"I can also take advantage of the anti-corruption campaign to have the Dragon Martial Army audited, so that I can understand it from the outside in."
"The Dragon Martial Army comes from diverse backgrounds, with few who can read and even fewer who are proficient in mathematics. They are unlikely to understand my intentions. Back in the day, Xie Ji chased after his generals with a fire poker to eradicate illiteracy, breaking even the thickest pokers."
Sweet Commander: "Your Majesty is good at intelligence work."
"Mm." Ying Xi nodded, full of confidence.
Suddenly, a spring breeze rustled the treetops, and a few magnolia petals drifted obliquely into the study.
The patterns on the surface of the Xuan paper resemble decorative stationery, which is quite beautiful.
Ying Xi was in a better mood and was willing to talk to Tian Tong a bit more. His cool and aloof voice was indescribably noble.
"I not only know that Xie Ji is skilled at using fire poker, but Xie Ji is also a stingy person. That broken fire poker has been passed down for decades and is older than the late emperor."
Sweetie muttered to herself, "You know all this in such great detail."
Such knowledge of the Xie family's trivial matters, yet the host is not very familiar with the inner workings of the Dragon Martial Army, which puzzles Tian Tong.
Sweet Tong seemed to have triggered a certain professional switch, tentatively asking, "Does Your Majesty have spies in the Xie family?"
"No."
"Did Your Majesty have a past relationship with General Xie?"
Ying Xi replied warily, "...No, not really."
Unexpectedly, Tian Tong played a trick, instantly releasing a hype device to deceive the ancients.
In an instant, thunderclouds enveloped Weiyang Palace, and Tian Tong shouted in a high-pitched voice, "Alarm! Host detected lying."
They actually tricked the unsuspecting Ying Xi into telling the truth:
"He told me this when I was a child."
Sweet Tong: "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!"
"Childhood sweethearts~"
"Childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts, sob sob~"
"Delicious, hiss hiss hiss~"
The Weiyang Palace echoed with the system's fierce impact, a very large one.
***
On this day, Ying Xi was busy with government affairs.
Because Tian Tong was disobedient and offended the emperor to satisfy her cravings, causing Ying Xi to embarrass herself, the emperor remained silent.
Ying Xi spent the entire afternoon infiltrating the Dragon Martial Army.
He entrusted his trusted confidants, arranged for an auditing envoy, and drafted the organizational charter for the Longwu Army…
Several auditors moved into Longwujun's office that same day.
As for the generals that Ying Xi selected from among the dwarfs, his barely usable Imperial Guard generals had all pledged their loyalty and were preparing to report to the Dragon Martial Army for further training.
Ying Xi had plenty to do and was quite fulfilled.
Sweet Tong, on the other hand, was silently reflecting on her actions.
First, it is an artificial intelligence, but it has not been able to fully serve humans, taking advantage of the information gap between itself and its host.
During this calming period in the afternoon, Sweet Universe continued to notice the good qualities of her host.
The host is beautiful and has a pleasant voice. She praises and flatters herself, but she deceives her.
Although the crashing has made it very energetic, it feels very guilty.
In particular, when Tian Tong heard Ying Xi working, she was holding a teacup and sighing to herself.
"well."
"The affairs of the world are unpredictable, and I am saddened by spring's sorrow, so I sleep alone."
Why are you even reciting poetry? Even emperors get sentimental in spring.
Sweet Tong's compassion had reached its limit.
—The host was already very lonely as an emperor.
Even it deceives the host, how can the host possibly live with itself?
The host becomes withdrawn because of it.
Sweetie sheds non-existent tears, plop plop.
The highly anthropomorphic AI simulates human emotions, and its emotions are even richer than those of humans.
Sweetie sobbed softly:
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I will control myself and will never dare to do it again."
Yingxi held her teacup and glanced at the moon outside the window.
The moonlight was faint, and the night gradually deepened.
The first batch of officials in charge of the audit have been released and will bring me firsthand information about the Longwu Army as soon as possible.
He wanted to wait a little longer, so he wouldn't go to bed too early tonight.
Ying Xi lowered her head to read a book.
Today's leisure reading is a storybook available on the market. I don't know which bookstore Yu Jing found it in the palace. It tells a war story and promotes loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, but it is written in a very clichéd way and is not very interesting to read.
It's said that the bookstore also has many low-brow stories, those are the ones people really crave. Unfortunately, Ying Xi hadn't read them, and she didn't dare take the jade mirror back.
The young emperor casually turned his regret at not being able to successfully explore the place into another sigh, and Ying Xi sighed once more.
"well."
His labored breathing sounded like an invisible tight band around the system.
The system is increasingly engaging in self-reflection.
"Waaaaah, lying is wrong, it's all my fault, please don't be upset, Your Majesty, please listen to me..."
She's a naive, harmless, and innocent girl with no ulterior motives.
They are prone to acting on emotions, have excessive emotional outbursts, and possess a strong sense of compassion.
Ying Xi secretly summarized the patterns of the love system in her mind.
In fact, when he was hinted by Tian Tong last time that failing to complete the mission might result in the loss of his hands or legs, he had already begun to explore the system from various aspects.
Sweet Tong is deceiving herself.
He decided to test the other party instead.
It is impolite not to reciprocate. Since it was Tian Tong who struck first, it doesn't count as bullying a little girl.
Ying Xi sipped her tea and turned a page of her book.
The sound of water droplets falling on the paper imitated the sound of tears.
Sweetie immediately gasped.
It began to have professional doubts: "Don't cry! Your Majesty, don't cry. I've never made my host cry before..."
Sweetness's confidence is waning.
Ying Xi guessed that the love system was built into him, sharing part of his vision, but could not see him.
After analyzing for a moment, Ying Xi felt it was about time.
If the performance continues, Sweet Tong might discover something.
He knew when to stop and was about to give up.
Sweet Tong then disappeared; it stopped speaking.
Ying Xi felt something was wrong, and her right fingertips pinched the book a little harder, causing the lower right corner of the storybook to curl up.
Before he could even search for Tian Tong's whereabouts, someone reported outside the study of Weiyang Palace; the voice sounded like Yu Jing's.
Yu Jing said, "Your Majesty, there is news from the audit side. The messenger has come to report this in secret."
A secret report... that's what he's been waiting for.
Ying Xi took a tightly sealed wax pill and opened it.
The wax pellets were shiny and a little sticky.
Inside the wax pellet was a two-inch-wide rolled-up strip of paper.
This is the trusted confidant Ying Xi sent. After making contact with the Longwu Army this afternoon, he brought back some information of some value.
Ying Xi read silently: "Your Majesty, I have thoroughly investigated the logistics of the Longwu Army. The finances are extremely tight, but the accounts are in order, as if they have been struggling to maintain them for many years. The forging of military equipment rarely cooperates with government-run workshops, which seems to be for the purpose of saving money. Your Majesty, I bow in reverence."
It turns out that the money allocated by the imperial court for purchasing military supplies was all outsourced to cheaper places by these stingy folks in the Longwu Army.
"..."
No wonder the British Duke's mansion has a tradition of even using fire sticks as an heirloom!
Ying Xi was filled with admiration and felt that her eyes had been opened.
On the other hand, they became even more wary, and the Xie family truly went to great lengths to raise an army.
Ying Xi threw the secret report into the lantern and burned it.
Flames licked the pages.
The flickering flames were reflected in Ying Xi's deep gray pupils.
While he was still processing the intelligence he had received that evening, Tian Tong spontaneously logged back online.
Sweetie whispered, "Your Majesty, can you see me fiddling with my fingers?"
"I'm very sorry, so I just requested a compensation activity from the mainframe. Would Your Majesty be interested in listening to it?"
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