"Hey, Ah Qing, forget it. He Tong and we all privately agree that Bai Kui Shou will definitely make it into the finals this year. Don't believe me? Ask him."
Shi Hetong's face stiffened. When he saw Zheng Quchi looking over, he said with shame, "This... this is true if you believe it, and it's not if you don't. So believing it won't hurt."
Zheng Quchi: "...Can't you guys be a little more sensible?"
Upon hearing the conversation, Wei Yao walked over. When Mu Gaoyi and Shi Hetong saw him, they immediately composed themselves and greeted him respectfully.
Wei Yao gave them a look, then looked at A Qing, and the two immediately understood that they were being asked to clear the area.
They reached out and took Zheng Quchi's large bundle, gritting their teeth as they carried it on their backs: "Then Wei, the Imperial Guard, is looking for you, Aqing. We'll go back to our rooms first. We'll take these two large bundles of yours back with us."
Zheng Quchi could tell that Wei Yao wanted to talk to her, so she nodded and said, "Okay, thanks. Be careful, the things are heavy, don't bump them."
"Okay, we understand."
After the two left, Wei Yao teased Zheng Quchi with a smile: "Chizi, now these two seem to be quite devoted to you. They bring you tools right away if you need them, instead of carrying them away for you. Unlike before."
Zheng Quchi sensed the hidden meaning in his words. She shrugged and said, "I know what you mean. They do have some flaws, such as being snobbish, ambitious, and scheming. But who doesn't have flaws? At least they are serious about their work, have good judgment, and have courage. Overall, they are not bad people. They are fine as colleagues."
"Then we'll be good friends?" Wei Yao asked her with a smile.
To be honest, he was quite surprised that she could see things so clearly.
In some people's eyes, right and wrong are indistinguishable, and these people live relatively simple and straightforward lives.
He thought Zheng Quchi was also such a simple and straightforward person.
However, her views and attitudes on handling matters are very much like those of a seasoned official who has been navigating the bureaucracy for a long time—very slick.
She can get along with people who don't click, and she can have conversations with people who share the same values. She can accept all kinds of people around her, but she keeps a defensive line in her heart.
She said, "Only those who have gone through thick and thin together can become true friends. If someone gets along well with me because they are worried about me or want to please the person behind me, then for the time being they can only be a fellow worker. My only true friend right now is you, Brother Wei."
If Uncle Mu were still alive, she would have had one more mentor and friend.
They were the kind of people who would lend a helping hand to her when she was in trouble and trapped in a quagmire, even when no one else believed in her.
Wei Yao's smile deepened. He felt warm inside just listening to her speak. He sighed softly, "It is truly an honor for Brother Wei to be recognized as a friend by you."
She knew, of course, who was truly good to her, asking for nothing in return and not caring about her complicated past.
"Brother Wei, what can I do for you?" she asked.
Wei Yao remembered the important matter and slapped his forehead: "Oh, is that so? The general seems to be feeling unwell. Madam, would you like to go and see him?"
When they met in private, they often interacted casually like friends or siblings, without regard for each other's status. But once they were in front of Yuwen Sheng, they had to put on airs and couldn't be so familiar and casual.
When he called her "Madam" at this moment, wasn't it just a reminder that she should take responsibility for her duties as a wife?
Zheng Quchi blinked: "What's wrong with him?"
"He's lying down," Wei Yao said.
They've all gone to bed?
Could it be that the injury has been left untreated for too long and is getting worse?
"I have medicine here, I'll go take a look right away."
As Zheng Quchi spoke, he ran forward, with Wei Yao reminding him from behind, "The general is in room number one on the left."
"I see."
After everyone left, Wei Yao smiled and narrowed his eyes, like a cunning old fox: "Isn't it because they knew you had the medicine that they asked you to treat the general's illness? It's hard for the general to pretend for so long just to get a word of concern from you. You're really ruthless, dragging it out until now without doing anything. If I don't give you a push, you wouldn't really wait until the general is almost on his deathbed before you're willing to care about him, would you?"
The medicines used by the military doctors are all allocated in rations. If there is a shortage, they have to report it to the quartermaster department. If the medicines are used for private purposes, they have to pay out of their own pockets to make up the difference.
This matter was handled by Wang Zebang.
The lady took the medicine. Although the army doctor did not say where the medicine was for, Wang Zebang, who was in charge of the entire camp's internal affairs, found out after a little inquiry.
He truthfully reported to the general about his wife getting the medicine.
After the general found out, he would take every opportunity to act weak and sickly in front of his wife, saying, "I am sick, do you have any medicine?"
Good heavens, she has the medicine, but she refuses to take it out.
Seeing that the general's mood was becoming increasingly depressed and abnormal, he found an excuse today to vent his anger by slapping the doorpost in public.
He felt that if they were chopping down a doorpost today, who knows what might happen tomorrow—they might chop down a living person. As his subordinates, it was time for them to share the general's burdens and offer some comfort, otherwise they would be the ones to suffer in the end.
He figured it out: Zheng Quchi was a blockhead, a stubborn fool. Since she wouldn't budge, he could only push her along from behind.
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Zheng Quchi found room number one in the superior tier. The door was ajar and unlocked. Finding this strange, she pushed it open a little further.
She saw Yuwen Sheng standing by the window, facing out, with one arm raised, his wrist arched, and a bird of unknown species perched on it.
It didn't resemble a homing pigeon or a sparrow. Having never seen many kinds of birds, she could only barely identify it as a passerine.
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