Chapter 1333: Huh? (Part 1) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
"This... I don't know about Yu..." Given Robert's experience, if he weren't still alive, lucky, and powerful, how would the world know his name? Of the millions of living beings in this world, how many can leave behind a few traces of their lives?
What's more, it's the name of the only daughter of Luo San's adoptive parents.
Even her surname was determined by Luo San.
Xiahou Yu was curious as to why his lord had this question.
"Has the lord ever met Luo Zhongshu and Luo Lin?"
Or did these two leave a deep impression on the lord? What important figures are they? Otherwise, how could someone as busy as Xiahou Yu clearly remember their names? Xiahou Yu's eyes were full of sincerity, which made Shen Tang, who was just joking, seem embarrassed.
"No, it's because of Robert and J.K. Rowling."
Xiahou Yu blinked blankly: "Huh?"
"In short, none of this matters."
How lonely it is to make a meme but no one responds.
Shen Tang skipped over this, but Gu De, who had overheard a bit, said uncertainly, "It sounds like the language of the Northwest... Beizhou and Mozhou? When the Dean was young, he traveled to various places and passed through Beizhou and Mozhou. Several remote tribes spoke this language, which is said to be their ancient barbarian language. The Dean even learned a few phrases from an old man, something like 'Afte Nu'?"
Considering that her lord now reigns supreme in the northwest and southwest, and that the northern deserts, once inhabited by foreign tribes, have also become her territory, it's inappropriate to use derogatory terms for the barbaric lands of foreign tribes. Shen Tang was clearly not as perceptive as him, and didn't notice his thoughtfulness.
She only noticed the phrase "Affort's anger": "Huh, there really is one? Did the dean mention the exact location of the small tribe?"
"I don't know, but I suppose it no longer exists."
Gu De guessed that he was most likely gone.
"After all, the dean once said..." He paused here, as if considering a more amicable word, "The two states are poor in resources, and are constantly at war. Large tribes fight and kill each other, and many small tribes struggle to survive in the cracks."
There's a saying: when gods fight, mortals suffer. When large tribes clash, it's often the smaller, neighboring tribes that are wiped out, let alone those speaking languages passed down only within small communities. Survival comes first, then preservation. Previously, the Northern Desert not only faced internal competition for population and resources but also external pressure. For a long time, the northwestern kingdoms used them as easy targets for experience points.
Mentioning the dean brought a wave of sorrow to Gu Dechou's mind.
"...In fact, during the years the Dean traveled abroad, he collected and compiled many strange languages into a book, hoping to leave behind fragments of their existence for future generations...Unfortunately..." The Dean himself was just a speck of dust, and the hopes he envisioned were nothing but a mirage. Many of his manuscripts were destroyed in the fire.
Having unified the Ten Crows region of the Northern Desert, the Kang Kingdom, in order to eliminate the divisions between its own people and other ethnic groups, ensure national unity, and completely prevent future threats, will undoubtedly require its royal court to force them to learn the Kang Kingdom's refined language. Those ancient barbarian languages, supposedly passed down from their ancestors, even if not destroyed by war and disease, will naturally disappear with the passage of time…
It is beyond human control to reverse.
Shen Tang also felt quite regretful upon hearing this: "What a pity."
Gu De nodded in agreement, sighing with deep emotion, "It is indeed a pity. The fewer people in the world who understand these ancient barbarian languages, the more suitable they are for transmitting military orders and mobilizing troops, as they are difficult for the enemy to decipher."
Isn't this more convenient than racking your brains for encryption methods?
Shen Tang: "..."
They might be talking about different things.
Gu De's case also illustrates why, despite the chaos of the times, no one actively used the power of words for production and construction. Because when people encounter something new, their first reaction is always, "Can this thing be used for fighting? Can it be used to deal with enemies?"
Shen Tang patted his arm: "Good!"
Gu De asked in a serious tone, "What are your orders, my lord?"
Now it was Shen Tang's turn to be caught between a smile and a blank expression. She couldn't very well admit that she was just making a joke again. Her eyes lit up and she had an idea: "You Rong's suggestion is excellent. I imagine there are other languages in the world that are on the verge of being lost. You've given me a hint. Perhaps we could recruit talented people and seek out those skilled in this art from the common people. This would not only benefit ourselves, but also leave behind some fragments for future generations, so that they would know that these languages once existed."
Upon hearing this, Gu De almost burst into tears on the spot.
He held back, only his slightly reddened eyes betraying the turmoil in his heart. He said emotionally, "If the Dean were still alive, upon hearing your words, I would surely consider you a lifelong confidant..."
They silently do thankless tasks.
I do not seek glory or wealth, but only to leave a legacy for future generations.
My lord truly understands the Dean!
In three seconds, Shen Tang made more than a dozen feints, lightly patted Gu De's hand, and said with genuine emotion, "Alas, I also feel regret."
Gu De and Xiahou Yu were practically social terrorists; they could gather friends from anywhere. The key was that these friends, upon hearing that they were endorsing the scholars, would bring their families and even resign their official posts to join them. Shen Tang once suspected they might be succubi in disguise, but after tracing the source, she discovered it all stemmed from Qu Qing Academy.
That dean must have a wider network and more connections.
Everything was fine, except for dying young.
Shen Tang revealed his most gentle and approachable smile and said frankly, "With Rong and Zikuan carrying on the legacy of our predecessors, and with you all walking alongside us, isn't it the same as working hand in hand with you, sir? It's a pity, but not so much."
Her eyes, which had just begun to lighten, were once again misted over with tears.
Gu De hesitated, unsure how to begin.
Xiahou Yu was also deeply moved and it took him a long time to calm down.
After resting and reorganizing the troops, I overheard my colleagues whispering among themselves: "Our lord is so infatuated with You Rong that he doesn't know which way is up anymore. I think he's about to collapse."
The rope-throwing warrior said, "I'm not very good at walking either."
"...Forget about you, you're even less promising than You Rong."
Who doesn't know her background?
Born in the Northwest, a rough and unrefined man, a wandering knight-errant in the countryside, disliked by everyone and even dogs, he learned a skill by chance and went out to make his way in the world. However, because he couldn't tell which way was east, west, south, or north, he couldn't find his way home and wandered around. He was mistaken for a fool by kidnappers and sold to a black mine.
She tried to rescue the poor by getting involved herself, but almost got herself caught up in it. After that, she did all sorts of jobs to make a living: performing on the streets, running errands for teahouses, collecting debts for landlords... and even seeking revenge for others.
Instead of assassinating his lord, he became infatuated with him.
The lord spared her life, and she cried and begged to give him her own money.
Rope Dart General: "..."
Could she say that part of it was true and part of it was false?
However, it was true that she was completely captivated by her lord. Most of the first female martial artists in the Northwest were from military backgrounds and were direct descendants of the king; almost none of them failed to admire her, and she was no exception. Unfortunately, she lacked a bit of luck; her elder sister was selected, and she missed her chance. Nevertheless, she was still luckier than others, managing to enter a martial arts school and learn some basics thanks to her talent.
With her elder sister's help, she traveled steadily along the way.
The water was shallow and there were many turtles. Feeling that she could rival the heroes in the newbie village in the countryside, she packed her bags and left her hometown.
What happened next was pretty much what my colleagues laughed at.
It's hard to say whether she's lucky or unlucky; she always manages to escape with her life, but each time she falls into a different trap. Her parents have older brothers and sisters to support them, so she's like a dandelion seed, drifting wherever it lands.
Stumbling and falling along the way, it grew as strong as the wild grass by the river.
Until he was convinced by his lord.
How can there be such a composed, elegant, and powerful person in the world?
She had often heard her elder sister praise His Highness the King and General Bai, and she had longed to see their divine presence, but could never truly grasp it. After being defeated by her lord that night, she realized that the man before her might rival the two. In a moment of impulsiveness, she decided to submit.
certainly--
Discovering it was the same person brought double the joy.
See, some relationships are destined.
Especially after this battle!
"...So what if I'm not up to par? Is this the time to be up to par?" When will I be able to be as calm and collected as my lord, like an eagle seizing a sparrow? After saying this, the rope-throwing general silently bit the piece of wood that the army doctor handed her. When the doctor saw her bite down, he suddenly increased the force!
"Waaaaah—"
The piece of wood blocked her pig-like screams.
Its two legs slapped together like the tail of a stranded fish.
Only after she was drenched in sweat did the military doctor finally take pity on her neck and back, patting her skin: "The bruising has cleared up. Fortunately, it didn't damage your bones. You'll be fine after half a day of rest. You truly are a martial artist; your physique is excellent. It's just that these muscles are too hard; it's difficult to loosen them up."
The rope-dart warrior spat out a mouthful of wood chips with two "pui pui" sounds.
She sat up, turned to her gloating colleagues, and boasted, "What do you know? My lord has possessed me!"
Xiahou Yu stumbled.
The colleague, whose upper body was wrapped in bandages and scraps of cloth: "???"
"Up...up...up...up...up...up...you—"
Her colleagues were so excited they wanted to crawl close to her and ask what had happened. Their expressions were a mixture of fear, horror, dread, surprise, and panic…
The general with the rope-throwing weapon sat up straight and had the army doctor bandage his wound: "Why are you stuttering? What happened if you were on top of me? Oh, right, you've never been on top of anyone, so you don't know... Anyway, from now on, I'll have a seat at the rank of 20th Marquis! Remember to call me 'Mother' from now on!"
Opportunities had fallen into her lap; she refused to believe she lacked the luck. If she was lucky enough to live long enough, her cultivation would eventually rise, and she would outlive her opponent sooner or later! Even if she couldn't defeat them, wouldn't she at least survive?
"You keep using both 'father' and 'mother' in your mouth, have some decency."
How did someone with such a sharp tongue survive?
"I haven't even mentioned poop and pee yet." She's someone who's carved out a bloody path in the black market, and she's dealt with all sorts of people. Expecting her to be refined and cultured like the strategist and the others, spouting classical phrases and four-character words all the time, is something she can't do.
A colleague muttered, "How come I've never been taken advantage of?"
"It's not the same as you and my lord being on me..."
Xiahou Yu: "..."
It would be impolite to listen any further.
He deliberately cleared his throat and coughed twice, and the two of them looked at him at the same time.
Xiahou Yu inexplicably felt that the colleague and classmate beside him seemed rather petite and dependent. He'd already said that it's best to avoid singing "Brothers in Arms" too often in the military; getting too close could easily lead to trouble.
"Zikuan?"
"military adviser?"
Xiahou Yu suppressed his trembling fingers. Even he, who was usually calm and composed, was momentarily speechless. After a long while, he managed to utter a few words of warning, neither too harsh nor too mild: "Just now... my lord... to protect your reputation, how could such a private matter be discussed in public?"
He knew that the relationship between a ruler and his subjects was not always so innocent.
Otherwise, where would the homosexuality and the penchant for cutting sleeves come from?
Whether the lord is a man or a woman, those in power have absolute control over the resources of those in lower positions. This is a privilege granted by power and status, regardless of gender. However, Xiahou Yu never imagined that such a thing would happen in his career.
My lord these years—
He treated the virtuous and learned with respect and kindness, and was friendly and benevolent to his officials.
Such private matters between a ruler and his subject are truly detrimental to one's reputation!
Rope Dart Warrior: "...Huh?"
Xiahou Yu still wanted to salvage the situation, so he looked at his classmate and said, "You... our lord is devoted and loyal, he shouldn't let personal feelings interfere with his studies!"
I can't deal with the lord, but I can deal with others!
The two had been classmates for many years, and their colleague subtly understood his meaning: "So, Zikuan means that I should cut off my own flesh to feed the eagle?"
Why not?
"Our relationship began with feelings, ended with excitement, and concluded with our own actions. In short, the whole story is too complicated to explain in a few words."
Only the rope-throwing warrior was bewildered: "What are you two talking about?"
"They say the relationship between the three of us is too complicated."
Rope Dart Warrior: "No, isn't it just the two of us?"
Where did the third person come from?
She glanced at the other person suspiciously, then looked down.
Then he glanced at Xiahou Yu with a long, melancholy look.
Xiahou Yu: "..."
People sometimes burst into laughter when they are extremely speechless.
Xiahou Yu felt this deeply.
Lin Feng shared the same sentiment.
Qu State was not Kang State; their political atmospheres were completely different.
Perhaps it was because Lin Feng started from a high position, had strong backing, and possessed exceptional abilities that she thrived in the court. Aside from a few senior officials and veterans, she didn't need to lower herself to anyone. When it came to political affairs and the court, others mostly accommodated her.
Lin Feng occasionally overheard people talking behind his back.
In terms of her current status, apart from that future crown princess/crown prince who is still a mystery, she is the number one person of this generation.
Even if there is a crown prince, he might not be able to control her.
They clearly saw her as a powerful minister who would stir up trouble in the future.
An ordinary person might be pleased and basking in the praise from the outside world, but Lin Feng only felt that someone was trying to kill her with flattery.
For ordinary people, a generation can be considered to last ten or twenty years, but for scholars with literary talent and martial artists with martial prowess, as long as they survive the period when they are most likely to die young, grow and accumulate experience smoothly, and the external situation is stable, their lifespan will not be short.
How could she possibly have a chance with such an all-powerful minister?
Some outsiders say she is humble and cautious, seemingly having grasped the essence of non-action and non-contention, but she just smiles. Lin Feng knows that as long as she doesn't make any mistakes, she can remain steadfast, and her mindset is naturally stable.
This stability shattered when he met Zhai Le's daughter.
The other party was the first crown prince she had ever met.
When Zhai Le tossed the person over, Lin Feng wasn't very happy: "After all, he's the Crown Prince of an allied nation. Neglecting him could damage relations between our two countries… Besides, the Crown Prince has a great Confucian scholar constantly guiding him. What if he goes astray with me?"
Lin Feng, though born into a prestigious family, grew up by Chu Yao's side, constantly accompanying Shen Tang on her travels. She only learned the intricacies of aristocratic family rules later in life. Most of the time, she was adept at handling all aspects of the household, but occasionally her behavior wouldn't be quite befitting of a scion of a prominent family…
Yu Haidao: [Your Majesty is too modest. If His Highness could learn even a fraction of Your Majesty's demeanor, as a father, he would likely weep with joy.]
Lin Feng felt even more troubled upon hearing this.
Is Zhai Le's daughter a troublemaker?
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