Chapter 1059: Oh, my darling! [Seeking monthly votes]
Intellectually disabled younger brother: "..."
The old man: "..."
While it might sound a bit unethical, their colleague's fragile, delicate appearance did indeed evoke a sense of pity. Realizing this, both of them felt an urge to gouge out their own eyes. In the Lord's words, their eyeballs were unclean; they should be removed and rinsed with water. They didn't know whether to blame their own poor eyesight or their colleague's superb acting skills.
After a chill ran down his spine, the old man's dark wrinkles deepened with a smile, his eyes gleaming with schadenfreude. Ha, watching a wicked scheme fail was far more satisfying than taking revenge: "Yuanliang is truly unparalleled. In the past, praising a man would be like saying, 'Except for being unable to conceive, he's omnipotent in every other way,' but Yuanliang, despite being a woman, even has menstruation..."
what does that mean?
This means that Qi Yuanliang is even willing to get pregnant.
This fact was absolutely jaw-dropping!
The mentally challenged younger brother still showed some camaraderie, refraining from kicking him while he was down at this critical juncture. However, judging from his hesitant expression, Qi Shan knew the extent of his inner turmoil. The young woman angrily pounded the bed, cursing Chen Tang eight times in her mind and the old man and his ancestors eighteen times over. She gritted her teeth and said, "Heh heh heh, then you'd better watch out. If you ever offend me, I'll transform you into a woman and add bricks to the Kang Kingdom's population."
The imperial court has been urging them to have children.
What's the use of just urging them verbally? Shouldn't the superiors set an example for the subordinates?
Officials set an example by having ten or eight children themselves. They not only encouraged their wives to bear children, but also had children of their own, ensuring an endless lineage! Two children a year, four in three years, six in five… Scholars and gentlemen, with their good health and quick recovery, had virtually no pregnancy complications, giving birth a year without a problem! One child a year, one after another! Why worry about a lack of male offspring or an unstable empire?
The old man took two steps back, frightened by his gaze.
The intellectually disabled younger brother was so shocked that he took a step back.
The old man, lacking confidence, said, "You...you really can?"
Is this fellow's understanding of the ways of the scholar truly so terrifying?
The girl grabbed something nearby and threw it at the old man, but missed. Seeing this, the old man's heart slowly calmed down, and he secretly wiped away a bead of sweat. To be honest, he was really afraid Qi Yuanliang would pull this trick on him. As long as it was fake, everything was fine.
"If it's not Tian Gui (menstrual blood), then what's with this blood?"
The location of the bleeding was really embarrassing.
The old man reacted quickly: "So it's the Lord?"
Five words silenced the mentally challenged younger brother, almost causing his CPU to fail. So, was it the Lord's influence on Qi Zhongshu that came from Tian Gui?
His feelings were complicated.
On one hand, they felt it was inappropriate for their subjects to know such a private matter about their ruler; on the other hand, they believed that menstruation represented the ability to reproduce, and the continuation of offspring was linked to the succession of the state—the successor of Kang could only be of the ruler's bloodline, thus ensuring a stable transition between the old and new eras. From this perspective, the ruler's menstruation was not something to be ashamed of, but rather a momentous event worthy of a general amnesty and a toast from all the ministers to the ruler!
In some ways, it's even more important than the matters discussed at court assemblies.
The intellectually disabled younger brother said in a deep voice, "If that's the case, it's a good thing."
The old man nodded in agreement.
Girl: "..."
He wished he could slam his head hard onto the wooden pillow.
Having such colleagues is truly a blessing!
The girl gritted her teeth, grinding them together with a grinding sound.
Without further ado, she sprang up, startling the two men who took a step back in alarm. The girl didn't hit them; instead, she pulled up her skirt and wide-legged trousers, revealing a bloodied thigh.
That long thigh just barged into their eyes so forcefully.
It left the two with varying degrees of impact.
The old man: "..."
Intellectually disabled younger brother: "..."
Such a position as Grand Secretary represents the greatest darkness in one's official career.
The girl said, "Take another look!"
The thighs weren't particularly attractive, but they were covered in wounds from which an alarming amount of blood was flowing.
These wounds look like they're missing limbs...
Character?
Old man: "...So it's the Lord?"
The intellectually disabled younger brother: "...If that's the case, it's a good thing."
Girl: "..."
Never before have I wanted to kill my colleague as much as I do now.
Because Shen Tang's handwriting was incomplete, Qi Shan struggled to decipher it for a long time without easing her brow. Her mentally challenged younger brother didn't move, but the old man had no such reservations and came over to help decipher it. While deciphering, he complained, "The master probably couldn't bear to see you suffer a few more cuts, so he simplified the characters again and again, but they're still hard to read."
Why bother with all that effort?
Would a scholar with a literary mind be afraid of having words carved on his thigh?
If it were him, he wouldn't even flinch at such a minor injury.
"Why is there more blood again?" The physique of the scholar-spirited is not as abnormal as that of the martial artist, but it is still much better than that of an ordinary person, and the wounds heal very quickly. These wounds look terrible, but the oldest ones have already begun to heal, so the bleeding should not be increasing.
The girl, her face pale, said, "She's doing it again."
This time, they used the other leg.
Is the Lord really determined to torment him to death?
The words on the other leg were easy to recognize.
The old man murmured, "Is he... there?"
Girl: "..."
Intellectually disabled younger brother: "..."
It's no wonder Shen Tang wasted two words; she was simply panicked. Shen Tang was worried their whereabouts would be exposed, and naturally, she was also worried they would fall into enemy hands, and that Wu Xian wouldn't be playing the long game anymore. Qi Shan wasn't responding—had something happened? She deliberately etched the reminder on her thigh instead of elsewhere, naturally because that location was more discreet.
Shen Tang felt extremely uneasy.
The girl also suffered a lot.
In other words, is it possible that the Lord is injured and he is also injured, but he is injured while the Lord is unharmed? This is a one-way message! No new words appeared after that, so Shen Tang probably realized this problem and started to feel guilty.
With no new wounds, the three girls focused on deciphering the messages about missing limbs and broken arms. They weren't actually that difficult to understand; with a bit of guesswork, they could piece together most of it. This didn't bring them joy, because the blood-written message on the thigh told them that they had most likely been exposed, and the enemy knew of their existence. If captured, they were not to provoke or resist, but simply to remain calm and await rescue.
Shen Tang is willing to pay the price to get the three of them back.
If Gao Guo dares to kill the hostage, she dares to make Gao Guo pay with his life.
From the perspective of a subject, it's impossible not to feel heartened.
It would be even better if they weren't written on someone's thigh! The old man looked at the circle of words and said quietly, "The Emperor's grace is as high as a mountain. If the Secretariat agrees, I, Cui, would really like to make a copy to keep as a memento."
Making rubbings is very difficult, but peeling the skin is much easier.
The girl wanted to lift her leg and kick Choi Sun-hyo's old face.
The intellectually disabled younger brother intervened just in time, preventing the conflict from escalating: "Our lord says we've been exposed, what should we do?"
Escape now, get away as soon as possible and have peace of mind?
The girl rolled down her trousers and skirt, her face seemingly expressionless, but inwardly burning with rage. She sneered, "Since they want to play the long game, let's pretend we don't know! Even Wu Zhaode probably won't be willing to kill us so easily!"
Only worthless trash is easily killed.
Which of the three of them isn't worth a county?
Is Wu Zhaode willing to throw away three prefectures?
As long as they are reluctant to part with it, they don't need to panic.
Qi Shan remained calm; in fact, he deliberately adjusted his disguise, making his complexion appear even more sickly pale, giving the impression of being weak and anemic, making him even more similar to He Xin. The old man had always suspected the young woman was up to no good, and she certainly lived up to his expectations.
As night fell, the camp didn't quiet down; instead, it was filled with the clanging of armor parts and densely packed figures, giving the impression of an impending troop deployment for a distant expedition. He Shu had already packed his bags, planning to depart the following afternoon, but he couldn't sleep at all.
What's that noise outside the tent?
The fifth-ranking doctor said, "It is that young lady."
He Shu casually replied, "Let her in."
As the tent curtains parted to the sides, a simply dressed yet undeniably alluring woman entered. He Shu glanced up casually, and that single glance was enough to make him freeze in his tracks, spilling tea from his cup and soaking a patch of his sleeve. He stared in shock as the young woman gracefully approached, carrying a small table of food. Her complexion was pale from a recent illness, but her delicate, sorrowful eyebrows only enhanced her unique charm and elegance.
"Why is the young lady here?"
He Shu tried his best to make his voice sound normal.
The girl gently put the things down, moved to a spot not far from He Shu, her eyes brimming with pure gratitude and boundless admiration: "Brother He saved my family, I... I have nothing to repay you with..."
A hint of nervousness and shyness appeared on her face.
He Shu: "..."
The fifth-rank physician guarding outside the tent had his eyes and ears open and could clearly hear that the head of the family in the tent behind him seemed to have lost some of his breath: "...Young lady, you flatter me. For you, it is a life-saving grace, but for me, it is just a small favor."
The two exchanged pleasantries and chatted for several rounds in the tent.
The fifth-ranking doctor watched helplessly as the young girl left, heartbroken.
He was puzzled: "Why is the patriarch displeased?"
Is it because the girl's face looks like the Second Master?
Thinking about it, it's indeed not easy to accept.
He Shu almost laughed in anger: "This is none of your business."
The fifth-rank physician fell silent upon hearing this.
The next day, He Shu was ordered to accompany the army to assist.
Before leaving, he found the old man and the other two and said to the old man, "The military camp is a mixed bag and not suitable for you to recuperate. There is some silver and dry food here, enough for you to eat for a while. I am currently busy with important matters and cannot take care of you. I plan to have my servants take you to a safe place. Please take good care of yourselves in the future."
The girl resolutely refused.
The old man was tempted but shook his head and refused.
He said sincerely, "This old man may not have much else, but when I was young I was incredibly strong, famous for miles around, and I'm still quite strong now. You are a great benefactor to our family; our lives are all yours. How can we leave at this time?"
If it weren't for yesterday's incident involving a powerful figure, they would have gracefully backed down and escaped to a safer place. Now they have to change their minds—they're afraid that if they agree, they'll be exposed and captured the next day. It's better to stick with He Buzuo for now and take it one step at a time.
He Shu disagreed: "How can military campaigns be treated like child's play?"
The old man said, "Alas, to be honest, in this world, we still have a chance to survive with you by our side. If we were to lose you, the old and the young would probably not live more than a few days before their bodies are separated from their bodies."
Upon hearing this, He Shu stopped insisting.
I plan to bring three people with me.
The old man's heart sank.
He Shu's behavior clearly indicated that he already knew the three of them had problems and had no real intention of letting them leave. The three had little to pack, and set off as soon as the time came. The old man noticed his mentally challenged brother's breathing had become noticeably weaker, and used a uniquely Kang Kingdom-style encrypted method to transmit messages. To outsiders, it appeared as the old man comforting his mentally challenged grandson and tidying his disheveled clothes.
【What's wrong? 】
Intellectually disabled younger brother: [Worried.]
Naturally, he wasn't worried about his own safety, nor even about the southward-bound objective of this army. Rather, he was concerned about the Tenth-Rank Left Vice-Chief who was secretly protecting him. The Tenth-Rank Left Vice-Chief's strength was already at an upper-middle level among martial artists. As long as the enemy's strength wasn't too much higher, his ability to conceal his aura shouldn't easily expose him.
Considering the situation of the three of them, he couldn't say for sure.
The intellectually disabled younger brother took a deep breath.
Taking advantage of the moment to lower his gaze and close his eyes, he suppressed the murderous intent churning within him.
I just hope it's not the worst possible outcome.
Otherwise, he would let this army taste the consequences first!
While everyone waited anxiously, the wounded soldiers' camp of Kang Kingdom reacted like water droplets falling into hot oil, instantly splattering everywhere. Two warriors carried a makeshift stretcher and ran at breakneck speed, almost disappearing in a blur. As they ran, they shouted, "Quick—come quickly!"
A wounded soldier who was taking a stroll peeked out.
Fresh blood dripped continuously from the stretcher, staining the ground intermittently along the way.
The crowd spontaneously made way for them.
Hearing the commotion, the army medic came to check on the situation and soon ran off to fetch a medical practitioner. These medical practitioners had distinctive markings, which the wounded soldiers were familiar with. They couldn't help but be curious about the person on the stretcher: "Who is that injured person?"
He rushed past, and I didn't get a clear look. Judging from his clothes, he didn't seem to be a general in the army, but rather an ordinary soldier. But that didn't make sense either. If he were just an ordinary soldier, why would those people be so nervous? If a physician from the medical field had intervened, the injury must be so serious that it would require fighting against the King of Hell for survival: "I wonder if he can be saved?"
"It's most likely impossible."
"But two of the medical professionals from the medical field have already gone." It is said that five medical professionals from the medical field were transferred this time, and two of them went... Oh no, as she was speaking, she saw another one arrive.
As she craned her neck to look, she heard someone beside her say, "No matter how skilled the physician is, that person still lost half his head..."
Although it was just a fleeting afterimage, I saw it.
The other person's neck appeared to have been cut open.
This injury is so severe that even the Heavenly King himself couldn't save it.
"hiss--"
"hiss--"
Several patients gasped in unison.
"really?"
"Are you sure you're not seeing things?"
“How could I be wrong? Don’t forget, I’m from the Divine Archer Battalion. How could I survive if I had poor eyesight?” The soldier who spoke sighed. If she could, she would also hope that she was wrong. Apart from the fatal wound on her neck, her arm seemed to be empty as well.
The injured person seems to be someone of unusual background.
Before long, we saw the Lord rushing over.
Everyone bowed in unison, but their lord, who was usually generous with his greetings, seemed not to notice, walking straight past them towards the tent where people were being rescued. Those with good eyesight could clearly see the frosty killing intent covering their lord's face, a sight that sent shivers down one's spine.
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