Chapter 469: All Sides Are Making Their Moves (Part 2) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
"This is the king's will; we will comply accordingly."
Although the commander-in-chief did not believe that turning Gong Xichou to the side would bring much benefit, he knew the consequences of disobeying Zheng Qiao's orders.
Furthermore, this battle has been going on for far too long.
Once you seize the first credit, how much benefit will you receive?
Once the commander-in-chief spoke, the soldiers dared not utter another word.
However, the thought of having to work with that barbarian who only knew how to fight and bully made me somewhat unhappy.
Two flowers bloom, each representing a different branch.
The State of Geng was under the rule of King Zhi.
"Ah owe-"
A loud sneeze can travel from the left side to the right side.
"And who is it that's thinking of me now?"
The young man with his hair in braids strode with an air of indifference, a menacing helmet tucked under his right arm. He walked straight through the front porch, but a gust of wind caught him halfway through and he couldn't help but sneeze. He raised his hand to rub his nose and casually tossed the helmet to a servant.
His deputy and subordinates hurried to keep up with him.
"Sit down, you're blocking my light."
Gong Xichou waved to him.
The subordinate had no choice but to sit down and consider how to begin.
Before he could even gather his thoughts, a graceful young woman carrying a hot drink entered the front hall: "General, please have some."
The subordinate forced a smile and thanked him.
Although this woman was merely a dancer bestowed upon Gong Xi Chou by his adoptive father a year or two ago, she was always by Gong Xi Chou's side. Despite not having the title of a concubine, she managed all the household affairs by herself and was greatly favored. To outsiders, she was practically a mistress.
Pillow talk, huh...
As a subordinate, he was also afraid.
A woman who offends her boss is the same as offending her boss.
Gong Xichou couldn't be bothered with any of the strange ideas he was having, and asked, "Are there any other military matters today?"
He always focused on fighting and didn't concern himself with military affairs. Since he had little real power and few responsibilities, he usually delegated these tasks to specialists. This reassured his adoptive father and brothers, and Gongxi Chou was happy to have some peace and quiet; cultivating was far more appealing than dealing with paperwork.
The official shook his head: "No."
Gongxi Chou tilted his head back and drank the whole cup in one gulp.
"Why are you looking for me if there's nothing wrong?"
The subordinate was taken aback by the question, his expression a mixture of helplessness and anticipation: "Young General, have you received any news of the upcoming battle?"
Gong Xichou, having nothing better to do, crossed his legs.
Pop a snack into your mouth.
"No, what's wrong? Have you heard something about it?"
Unlike him, who was a master of slacking off, his subordinates were quite ambitious, spending their days either training troops or on their way to training. Whenever Gong Xiqiu had a little free time, he would put on an expression that said, "If the young general keeps resting, he'll waste his military strength," which was enough to make anyone's teeth ache.
The first person to lead the involution of competition.
The subordinate official sighed and frowned.
"Young General, what should we do?"
Are military generals supposed to just sit on the back bench all day, waiting to rot and grow mushrooms instead of fighting? Unfortunately, his young general wasn't enthusiastic about it. In his words, the enemy generals on the front lines were a bunch of cowards who couldn't withstand his full effort and would be a waste of his time.
Gong Xichou frowned at him and retorted, "What's wrong with it? A sword will naturally be drawn when it's time to be drawn, unless the wielder has a sharper alternative. Going to the front lines to fight is rather boring, especially since Mama isn't here."
Fighting with a bunch of weaklings is of no benefit to spiritual practice.
His subordinates were speechless after being rebuked by him.
Gongxi Chou: "Today at court, I only heard a bunch of old, worn-out officials gossiping about who took another concubine, whose son got into trouble, and which official got a maid pregnant during his parents' mourning period. Nobody mentioned the war. It seems the front lines are perfectly stable, and we won't need your general for a while. If you're bored, play a few rounds of beadwork with me..."
Sigh, it's really boring without playmates.
If the servants aren't skilled enough, they'll get tired of easily defeating weaker opponents.
Subordinate: "..."
What's he here for today?
He was willing to persuade his young general to "act cute" to his adoptive father, which would surely get him transferred back to the front lines. After all, a warrior is born for the battlefield, and spending all day holed up in the rear playing with servants would be a waste of his talents and would only invite ridicule from outsiders.
Unfortunately, their young general didn't take it seriously.
He was forced to play with beads all afternoon.
In the end, they didn't even invite him to stay for a meal.
The subordinate official was both angry and helpless.
Finally, the "hostess" saw him out.
The subordinate officer said earnestly, "If you have the chance, you should try to persuade the young general. A true man should strive to achieve great things in this world."
The woman gave a bitter smile to herself, but had to agree on the surface.
"That's natural."
Winter days are exceptionally short.
As soon as it got dark, candles were lit in the front hall.
The young man, who had spent the afternoon working with beads, was casually flipping through a book of obscure and difficult-to-understand text. The contents of the text were all written in a foreign script unique to his mother's tribe, and it was said that there were only a handful of people in the world who could still read this script.
The woman noticed that the young man looked unusually composed, as if he were a completely different person who had been childishly playing with beads that afternoon.
Gong Xichou raised his eyes: "We don't need anyone, you can leave."
The woman hesitated, unwilling to leave: "There's something..."
Gong Xichou put down the letter in his hand.
"Then tell me."
The woman then confessed: "After clearing out a group of spies, we are short-handed. This morning, I went out to look for a few suitable men, and unexpectedly ran into my benefactor who had done me a favor... Seeing that my benefactor was in trouble, I took it upon myself to secretly take him in..."
Seeing the woman's unusual expression, Gong Xiqiu guessed that there might be something wrong with the identity of this "benefactor": "A man?"
The woman was born in Xiaocheng.
The men associated with Xiaocheng are indeed a problem.
Nine times out of ten, they were survivors of that disaster, hiding in the mansion; to put it more bluntly, they were harboring criminals.
However, he had known the woman for some time now.
I know she's not unreasonable.
So I patiently waited for her to continue explaining.
The woman shook her head: "No, they are female relatives."
Gong Xiqiu's expression softened slightly.
The situation is completely different for men and women, and Gongxi Chou is much more tolerant of the opposite sex than of the same sex.
Where is he/she?
“She’s hiding in my room.” She paused, then said softly, “She’s badly injured. That young lady was originally from a military family, but her father was defeated in battle… There’s something I need to tell you, her father… seems to have been a defeated general…”
“In that case, you shall take good care of her. We’ll make further plans once she’s fully recovered. The household is teeming with spies and is not a safe place. I might be transferred to the front lines again soon and won’t be able to look after you all, so we need to have a backup plan as soon as possible.”
Gongxi Chou did not intend to eliminate the root of the problem.
In a battle, only victory or defeat matters.
What kind of hero would a dignified man be to slaughter his female relatives who have lost their support and suffered greatly?
The woman bowed deeply.
"Thank you, General."
For the next two weeks, Gong Xichou continued his daily routine as usual.
In the morning, I clock in at court and yawn while listening to gossip.
In the afternoon, I take a nap, play with beads, and compose music.
I practice meditation in the evening.
The only discordant thing in the manor was that some servants and maids who got up at night said they saw something resembling a snake darting by in the middle of the night, which terrified them.
Upon closer inspection, there was nothing there.
Gong Xichou grabbed the small snake on the beam by its seven-inch mark.
The latter, in his hands, transformed into a refined literary style, then unfolded into an elegant vermilion letter. A light sniff revealed a faint, intoxicating sweet fragrance. Gong Xichou, his face cold, held the candlestick in his other hand, examining it intently, reading quickly.
The above are some recent events.
All are written in their familiar native script.
For example, Zheng Qiao brutally murdered his senior brother Yan An.
Within the Xin Kingdom, forces raised their banners to punish the tyrannical ruler, attracting numerous followers and sweeping across various prefectures and counties in the shortest possible time. Even forces like Tianhai and Wu Xian joined in.
Then came the mobilization of troops from various factions.
He didn't see Shen Tang's name after reading it all, nor even a mention of Longwu County. Strange, with all this commotion, why didn't Mama, with her personality, get involved?
Gongxi Chou flicked his finger and scattered the letter.
He muttered to himself, "Always bringing in useless things..."
Suddenly, he raised his hand and struck out with a palm. The force of his palm collided with the arrow that had pierced through the window paper. Looking at the arrow that had been knocked to the ground, with a letter still stuck in its arrowhead, Gong Xi Chou casually pulled it up. Unfolding the letter, his face visibly darkened.
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Fixed a minor bug
(End of this chapter)
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