Chapter 122 Happy Enemies
Human life is the least valuable on the battlefield.
Jun Lin raised his eyes and glanced at the corpses on the ground. The crisp sound of weapons colliding was heard in his ears, and the light in his dark pupils was as dark as the abyss.
She just stood there quietly holding the sword, with blood stains on her brow, eyes and cheeks, as if she was made up of just three colors.
Black armor, white skin and bright red blood.
The Vietnamese soldiers looked at her in horror, then looked at the dead man at her feet, and began to retreat unconsciously.
The leader was dead, and these soldiers retreated quickly, abandoning their weapons and armor.
The few survivors who emerged from the pit were anxious and said, "Your Majesty, are you not going to chase us?"
Jun Lin jumped on his horse and said: "If you force them, they will counterattack; if you retreat, you will lose your momentum."
If you strike the enemy too hard, you will be counterattacked; letting the enemy escape can weaken the enemy's momentum.
What's more, the enemy's headquarters is not far ahead, and now is not the time to act rashly.
"Return to camp——"
She shouted loudly and tightened her grip on the horse's belly. The horse raised its front hooves and neighed loudly.
Seeing that their Majesty had spoken, the soldiers quickly gathered their troops and lined up to follow him back.
The soldiers stared with fiery eyes at Emperor Jing who was riding his horse in front of them, and their teeth were trembling with excitement in their hearts.
A king never abandons her people.
This rescue was like giving them a new life.
This life was saved by Emperor Jing, so they are willing to dedicate themselves to her without regrets.
There are always many people who are reluctant to be conscripted to fight in the war, but after experiencing it, they realize that it is worth it. It is worth it to defend the country and stand behind Emperor Jing to fight against the enemy with her.
The ancients have always valued loyalty and righteousness. There are many treacherous villains, but there are also many loyal and righteous people. Although they are small people, they also know how to carry out loyalty and righteousness to the end.
It has to be said that the influence of the emperor's personal expedition was really great.
Bringing people to rescue will have a greater impact.
Once this matter spread, the fanatical worship of her by the people of Jing State would rise to a new level.
Jun Lin returned to the barracks, wiped off the bloodstains and changed into plain clothes. As soon as she entered the barracks, a middle-aged general named Zou Tao handed her a letter in a calm voice.
"Your Majesty, the ministers just sent a letter. I wonder what tricks they are playing."
She took the letter and opened it directly. She didn't know what she saw, but Zou Tao only saw a sarcastic curve on Emperor Jing's lips.
"His Majesty?"
Jun Lin casually handed him the letter. He lowered his eyes and scanned the ink-colored handwriting on it. He flew into a rage: "Too arrogant!"
The letter only contained one sentence:
【Come over here and pour me a cup of black tea. 】
Zou Tao's eyes widened with anger: "Your Majesty is the Lord of Dajing, how precious he is, how dare he let you go deep into the enemy camp and do the work of that servant serving tea and pouring water?!"
Can he summon whenever he wants?
"Your Majesty, I request that I lead the cavalry to crush them right now!"
This general was truly furious. He would rather kill the people than humiliate them. Sometimes, damaging their dignity was more painful than killing them.
Jun Lin curled his lips and said calmly: "Calm down."
After saying this, he walked to the main seat, tilted his head slightly and thought for a while, then a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, he picked up the pen and wrote something, then said with a smile: "Send it to the ministers."
Zou Tao looked at his Majesty who was sitting there calmly. Her face looked serious and dignified, but he felt that she was like a scheming fox, and there seemed to be a sly smile in her eyes.
He sent someone to deliver the letter.
The sky outside also became dim. It gets dark early in winter. The north wind was blowing hard in the night, and the world seemed to be torn apart by the violent wind.
In the camp of the main commander of the Vietnamese army, a man with disheveled black hair, wearing a thin inner garment and a fox fur coat was leaning over a desk.
The candlelight flickered, and the warm light shone on the man's handsome face. His slender and thick raven eyelashes cast a beautiful silhouette under his eyelids.
His left hand was resting on the table in front of his forehead, his sleeves slipped down to reveal his smooth forearm, and three strings of gradually red Buddhist beads were wrapped around his wrist, reflecting his fair and delicate skin, like a red plum blossom falling in the snow, extremely voluptuous.
The fingertips of his right hand rested on the pages of the book, his pair of beautiful red phoenix eyes were deep and dark, his posture was casual yet dignified and elegant, he looked approachable but there was a sense of alienation and indifference all over him.
The little book boy was still standing behind him.
The soldiers stood outside cautiously, not wanting to disturb him: "Sir, there is a letter from Emperor Jing."
Then the door curtain was opened, and the little book boy blinked: "Leave it to me."
"yes."
After delivering the letter, the soldiers retreated quietly. The little clerk handed it to the minister skillfully and stood aside without saying a word.
Gongqing was not in a hurry. He first picked up the tea and sipped it gently, moistening his lungs. His eyes, as clear as the crescent moon, looked down at the orange-red transparent tea in the cup. His voice, like flying flowers and broken jade, brought a sense of tranquility: "It was nothing to make this tea by myself before, but now she is here."
The man was distressed: "The ones I made myself are tasteless."
It was not the black tea brewed by his junior fellow apprentice, so he suddenly couldn’t drink it.
He didn't feel anything when they separated, but when they met again he suddenly found that he missed her.
There was a sense of aggression in the unhurried voice that he himself was not even aware of.
It seemed that in Gongqing's cognition, the junior brother who had practiced martial arts together since childhood, learned Qimen Dunjia together, would sleep in the same bed when tired, would quickly make up no matter how fiercely they quarreled with each other, and who hooked his little finger and made one oath after another, could only belong to Guigu, to him and Wen Suili.
He is two years older than Jun Lin, but Jun Lin, who was born with a puncture wound, is much more mature than him even when she was still a little kid. Gong Qing didn't like her when they first met, because he always felt that Jun Lin was pretending to be mature. At such a young age, she told him many profound truths like a master.
Then he became unhappy and deliberately provoked her and picked quarrels with her all day long. After a long time, even if Jun Lin comforted himself many times, "Don't be angry, don't be angry, he is just a child, don't bother with him", he finally couldn't stand it anymore. What kind of trouble-making child is this? Isn't he annoying?
Gongqing still remembers that his little and soft junior fellow apprentice lost his calm demeanor, stared at him, pointed at his nose and said angrily: "Gongqing, you childish boy, let's compete, I want to let you know who is better than you, who has the ability to ride on your head, go cry, you arrogant little boy!"
Then, inexplicably, Wen Suili found that his two apprentices were studying and practicing day and night as if they were injected with chicken blood, and then they started to compete.
Study → Compete → Quarrel → Reconcile
This formula process has been repeated over and over again, as if it has become a habit engraved in their bones. Even though one of them is now the lord of Jing State who looks down on the world, and the other is a feared minister, they will lose their minds for a second when they meet, and continue to take out the formula from their childhood and follow it diligently.
Gong Qing put his wandering thoughts aside and opened the envelope with his fingertips.
The little book boy shrank back quietly and dared not make a sound, because he saw that the smile that was always on the teacher's lips had disappeared.