Prince Fusu was seen standing steadily on the high city wall, holding an exquisite bow and arrow with two slender arrows neatly placed on the string.
His broad palm tightly grasped the bow, while his other slender fingers pinched the tails of two arrows and aimed the arrow tips at the battlefield in the distance.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze as sharp as torches, and stared intently at everything under the city wall. Veins on his wrists bulged from excessive force.
Maodun looked at Fusu on the city wall with gritted teeth, his eyes filled with anger and unwillingness.
I didn't expect that this skinny scholar has such skills!
Although he was unwilling, Maodun knew that it was not the right time to fight.
He had no choice but to break out with the Hun soldiers and retreat quickly.
Fusu stood on the city wall, watching the Hun army go away coldly, and felt relieved.
The crisis was finally resolved temporarily, but the Huns would not give up and they would definitely come back again.
All the soldiers cheered for Prince Fusu's two arrows.
...
...
For the first time, Prince Fusu felt so happy that his knowledge was useful.
After sharing the joy of victory, Prince Fusu turned to the generals around him and said, "Increase your vigilance and don't take it lightly."
"only!"
Looking at people around him sharing good news with each other, he couldn't help but think of the magic mirror in the house.
These days he has gotten used to communicating with the immortal through words.
Prince Fusu wrote the news of their victory on a piece of paper and placed it reverently on the offering table.
Then he lit a stick of incense, and the smoke from the burning incense floated towards the mirror, and at the same time the paper disappeared from sight.
*
When Li Rongrong received the note from Prince Fusu, she had just finished counting the money she had received that day.
A ticket to the scenic spot costs 50 yuan. Recently, the number of visitors has decreased a lot, with only about one or two thousand people a day.
The daily income is only 10,000 yuan. If this continues for a long time, I will lose a lot of money.
Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard a noise.
Picking up the neatly folded paper, there was a familiar handwriting on it: After the immortal bestowed food, the Qin army had food to eat every day, and their morale during regular training became much stronger. Today, they even defeated the Huns.
Daqin won!
That’s great. What she likes most is the spirit of punishing anyone who offends China no matter how far away they are!
If the Huns dare to burn, kill and loot, we will defeat them!
She couldn't help but feel happy. She didn't know if Daqin could have a good life in the future. She would definitely send all kinds of gifts to him!
We will definitely make our little village the largest peninsula in China, with maps carved on stones everywhere!
Of course, that’s a story for later. Now let’s get back to the paper.
There was nothing written on the paper afterwards, only a smudge of ink, which seemed to be caused by hesitation when picking up the pen while writing.
Just as she was about to fold the paper back, she suddenly discovered a line of very small words written on the back of the paper.
This is?
Fusu's essay?
It only says: Although Fusu is good on the battlefield, he is not as good as General Meng. Is Fusu useless?
From just this short sentence, she could sense Fusu's confusion.
It's that kind of long-term self-denial confusion.
I think of how in history Fusu was always told by Confucianists that he was incompetent and his father was a tyrant.
He also said that if you don't work hard, you will become a tyrant in the future...
As a result, although he was the eldest son of Qin Shi Huang, he became estranged from Emperor Zulong.
This is blatant PUA!
No, no, she just can’t stand seeing anyone being PUA!
In that case, I wrote a bunch of anti-PUA quotes for Fusu!
Prince Fusu never expected that the immortal would reply to his letter, and he wrote a long paragraph in reply.
When Prince Fusu saw what was written there, he felt as if struck by lightning and stood there in a daze.
Oops, he... the paper he just took seems to be the one he usually uses to write down his thoughts...
It seems... yes?
Did I remember it wrong? Take another look.
Well...the piece of paper on which I wrote the words is really not here!
After confirming, Prince Fusu wanted to rush out of the door right away.
Not only were the words he wrote seen by the immortal, but the immortal also replied!
I replied so many words...
The last time this happened was when he was three years old and was drawing on his homework. Master Chun discovered him and made him stand in the corner as punishment.
Thinking of this, I wished I could find a small place to hide in.
After taking a closer look at what the immortal had written, Prince Fusu's face flushed, and he didn't know whether it was out of embarrassment or...
Unexpectedly, the immortal would comfort him and even ask him if he had done anything happy today.
Happy things?
No one had ever asked him this question since he was a child. They always asked him how his studies were going and how the country should be governed...
After hesitating for a long time, Prince Fusu picked up his pen and wrote: Today, Fusu shot and wounded Maodun with an arrow. For the first time, he felt that the six arts of a gentleman were different from usual.
After the note was passed, she immediately replied: This is the joy of applying what you have learned, you are no worse than others. Didn't Confucius say that I examine myself three times a day, so you can write more about your own strengths in your daily life.
After Prince Fusu read the note, his mind was full of doubts, and then he suddenly realized the truth after the doubts were reinterpreted.
So what the saint meant was that we should write more about our own strengths?
Of course it is, that’s what the immortal said.
Immortals possess miraculous powers, so what they say is naturally right!
Prince Fusu looked as if he had been taught a lesson, and secretly decided to write down many of his own merits for the immortal to see in the future!
......
The two chatted for a while and then stopped talking.
The main thing is that Prince Fusu needs to take a team of people to patrol the surrounding area to prevent any escaped Huns from causing harm to the surrounding villagers.
Perhaps because of the war, the doors and windows of the surrounding villages were all closed, and there was no sound at all.
Prince Fusu frowned and looked around, "This village is a little too quiet, let's explore carefully."
As he was speaking, a rustling sound came from behind a haystack.
Prince Fusu signaled several soldiers to go and check. The soldiers walked cautiously to the haystack and saw clearly what was inside.
"Sir, these are a few children."
Prince Fusu looked at the skinny children in front of him, the oldest of whom looked no more than five or six years old.
"Why are you hiding in the haystack? Did something happen?"
The children didn't dare to cry or make a fuss, and they remained silent no matter what he asked.
Prince Fusu took a step forward, took out a piece of chocolate from his sleeve and put it into the hand of the oldest boy.
"This is the candy given by the immortal. You have heard of the immortal. Tell me what happened here."
Prince Fusu's gentle look made the children relax their guard. The oldest boy made a decision immediately, "Yes... they are Huns. There are Huns in our village. They are from Aunt San's house at the head of the village. There are Huns in her family."
After the little boy finished speaking, a barely perceptible hatred flashed in his eyes.
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