Being praised doesn't always make you happy.

Miss Jun was indifferent.

Lu Yunqi is not a person who is good at praising others, this is just because he was inspired by the matter involving Miss Jun.

Ning Yunzhao certainly treats Miss Jun this way not because of her appearance, but because he sees the soul inside through her appearance.

"People who can read and write are better than me," he said.

Miss Jun looked at him.

"You are so humble," she said sincerely.

Lu Yunqi looked at her, neither investigating her sarcasm nor getting angry about it.

"Eat your meal," he said, reaching out and pinching her face.

They still do that these days.

She didn't retreat, and he didn't retreat either, they just confronted each other in silence.

After feeding her, Lu Yunqi ate his own food.

"Everyone knows that the Chengguo Guild fled to the North." He chatted casually, "It's very interesting. Both sides are very confident."

Strictly speaking, that should not be considered as escape. For Duke Cheng, it would be more appropriate to call it returning.

He came to the capital because he wanted to take a look, not because he was forced by the emperor, and he was leaving not to escape.

Miss Jun was silent for a moment.

"The North has never belonged to anyone, and if anyone wants to think so, there will be a lesson for them," she said.

Lu Yunqi put down his bowl and chopsticks.

"It's none of our business," he said dully.

Miss Jun looked at him.

"It has nothing to do with you." She said, looking serious and stubborn.

She and he are no longer.

Lu Yunqi looked at her and smiled, then asked the maid to take away the dishes and chopsticks.

"Get up and walk around. I'll give you a foot soak later," he said.

When Lu Yunqi comes back in the next two days, he will untie the restraints on Miss Jun's feet and let her walk around indoors to avoid the discomfort of sitting for a long time.

Miss Jun did not try to run away because it was a completely unnecessary attempt.

As the restraints were removed, she stood up and paced slowly, her expression calm and her steps steady, walking slowly in circles, as if she was not in a fighting room, but in her own house in Yangcheng or Beijing.

Lu Yunqi lit the light and sat aside to look through the documents and newspapers he brought with him. From time to time, he would say a few words to Miss Jun about the things in the newspapers, just like before. Of course, Miss Jun would not respond at all.

He has been doing this for the past few days.

Miss Jun stopped.

"Lu Yunqi." she said.

Lu Yunqi looked up at her. Although his expression was dull under the light, perhaps because of his eyes, his face looked unusually gentle.

"It won't be the same as before." Miss Jun said, "I've already died once."

Lu Yunqi nodded.

"So you won't die a second time," he said.

"Don't fool yourself. You are not the real King Yan. You cannot decide the life and death of others." Miss Jun said, "You think you can decide life and death, but in fact, you are just being controlled by others."

Lu Yunqi nodded.

"You're right." He said, putting down the newspaper in his hand, "Are you tired from walking? Let me soak your feet."

He did not accept, respond or discuss this topic.

Then there was nothing to talk about between her and him.

Miss Jun looked at him and his expression returned to indifference.

…

For officers and soldiers in the north, walking for a whole day and night is a common thing. No one will feel tired. Those who feel tired have already died. Compared to death, it is better to live a little tired.

The night was already deep, and in the desolate winter night, the sound of horse hooves could be heard, and torches spread across the land like long snakes, heading straight for a city.

In the heavily guarded northern land, the gates of this city were wide open at this moment. Teams of soldiers and horses rushed in and out, and the place was noisy and bustling.

The troops holding torches who had just entered the city ran straight to a mansion. The gates of the mansion were wide open and the lights were on, making it seem like daytime.

A general dismounted from his horse, his armor rustling as he strode inside.

Clerks walked through the courtyard from time to time, soldiers stood in front of the government office, and inside was a man in a general's robe. Although he was in his fifties and had gray hair, he was in high spirits and looked very majestic.

It was already late at night, but he was not tired at all. He looked at the sand table in front of him with bright eyes while listening to the instructions and words of the generals around him.

"Master." The general stepped into the hall and saluted.

Qinghebo raised his head and looked at him.

"General Wei," he nodded and said, "you are here very quickly."

The man called General Wei saluted again.

"I dare not disobey your order," he said.

Qinghebo looked at another general.

"Since General Wei is here, let his troops go to Yongjing Army, and you take your people to Jiaohe," he said.

The general replied yes.

General Wei stood aside, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

"General Wei, you must have been exhausted from the long journey. Go down and have a rest." The Earl of Qinghe said without raising his head.

General Wei thanked him but remained standing.

The generals in the room were either talking in low voices or looking at Qinghe Bo, and seemed not to notice that there was one more person in the room.

General Wei stood here with a complicated expression, the torch shining on his face, making it look uncertain.

Of course he knew this meant he was not welcome here, and he turned to walk back, but the next moment he stopped.

"Uncle." He said through gritted teeth.

Qinghebo looked at him, and the other generals also looked at him, as if everyone was surprised that he was still here.

"General Wei, is there anything else?" asked Qinghebo.

"Master, the recent transfers have been quite frequent." General Wei said, "I heard that many troops have been redeployed."

"Yes, this is the re-deployment of the defense after the inspection by the master. Didn't I tell you all about it?" A general said with a bit of arrogance, and then frowned, "Why, do you need a reason to mobilize the troops?"

The general gives orders and the officers and soldiers obey them, so naturally they cannot ask for reasons.

Qinghe Bo raised his hand to stop the general.

"What does General Wei think?" he asked.

"Master, I think it is not convenient to redeploy troops so frequently and on a large scale at this time." General Wei said, "Especially in the critical places involving border defense. The soldiers here are very familiar with the Jin people. I am afraid that it will be inconvenient for everyone to change defense suddenly..."

He was interrupted by a general before he could finish his words.

"What's inconvenient?" He raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't it inconvenient for you to be lazy in your familiar way?"

Although they were tolerant, no general wanted to hear the word "lazy", which was as humiliating as calling them cowards.

"Lieutenant General Zhang," General Wei shouted, "what do you mean by this?"

"What do I mean?" Lieutenant General Zhang sneered. "I mean you don't need to teach Master Bo how to march and deploy troops. When Master Bo was dealing with the Jin people in the north, you were still feeding horses."

General Wei's face flushed.

"That's not what I meant." He said, as a general he was not good at speaking.

Qinghebaek looked at him.

"Is General Wei unwilling to be transferred?" he asked.

"Master, it's not that I don't want to mobilize, but it seems that you mobilized the officers and soldiers not for deployment, but for..." General Wei said, gritting his teeth and taking a step forward, "withdrawing defenses and dividing troops and power."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn, and Qinghebo's expression gradually turned cold.

Having said this, General Wei was no longer afraid.

"…Moreover, recently many generals have been arrested and dismissed for crimes. Uncle, these people and those of us who have been transferred have one thing in common, and everyone knows it in their hearts." He said with a red face.

Qinghebo said "oh" with neither joy nor anger.

"What do you know in your heart?" he said.

General Wei looked up at him.

"Master, you are jealous of us because we are the direct descendants of Duke Cheng. We understand that you want to suppress us." He gritted his teeth and said, "But please don't do it at this time, otherwise we will mess up our positions and give the Jin people an opportunity to take advantage of us."

As soon as he finished speaking, the generals in the room were suddenly shocked.

"Wei Shunqing, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Damn, this is nonsense."

Everyone started cursing and some even went forward and grabbed General Wei in a fit of rage.

"Is this how Duke Cheng commands his troops? Is this the military might you are famous for? Not only do you disobey the transfer order, you even dare to slander your superiors." He cursed.

The government hall became noisy and chaotic.

"Shut up," Qinghebo said, stopping everyone from quarreling. He looked at General Wei and said, "You are right. My deployment this time is indeed to suppress you, the direct descendants of Duke Cheng."