Chapter 710: The Smooth Male Concubine [Seeking Monthly Tickets]
"Alliance Leader Huang is very thoughtful, knowing I'm short-handed. With Yuanmou's assistance, this battle should be much easier." Shen Tang smiled warmly, showing no dissatisfaction with Yun Ce's arrival, even though she knew Huang Lie might have ulterior motives.
Yun Ce is rather thin-skinned.
He quickly waved his hand, saying, "You flatter me, Lord Shen."
If Wei Shou had joined before, Yun Ce's temporary arrival would indeed have alleviated Shen Tang's manpower shortage. However, with Wei Shou's arrival, she was no longer short of generals. Even without Wei Shou, she had Chu Jie, and Yun Ce was confident that he could not compare to either of them.
Shen Tang's words were a gesture of respect for him.
"Haha, Yuanmou, don't belittle yourself. Zigu would be overjoyed if he knew you were here." Shen Tang temporarily put aside the question of what task Huang Lie had assigned to Yun Ce. Yun Ce also vaguely knew that his situation was awkward, so he found an excuse to find Xianyu Jian.
After Yun Ce left, Shen Tang crossed her arms and muttered, "Isn't that guy surnamed Huang afraid of throwing good money after bad?"
Gu Chi disagreed: "Why would our lord humiliate himself?"
Shen Tang: "..."
After a brief rest, the Dragon Slayer Alliance forces began to set up camp on the third day of the meeting. The alliance split into three routes, with Shen Tang's route being the last to depart. The night before Wu Xian's route left, Zhao Feng was still worried about his daughter, his eyes filled with concern.
Unable to resist, he met with Zhao Wei in private.
Zhao Wei was injured on the day of the attack on Chaoli Pass. Her arm was struck by a spear from an enemy general, the blade piercing through her shoulder blade. Fortunately, the spear was off-target, and the bone was only fractured, not broken. With the physique of a martial artist, she would be fully recovered after a few days of rest.
When the father and daughter met, her arm was still draped over her chest.
Zhao Feng looked at his eldest daughter, feeling both heartache and pride. Zhao Wei, however, didn't share this sentiment and assumed Zhao Feng had summoned her to instruct him on something. After a long pause, Zhao Feng finally asked, "Is your injury healed?"
Zhao Wei stretched her wrists and shoulders.
"I'm almost fully recovered."
Zhao Feng hesitated, then said, "How about this..."
"Sigh, isn't it because those military doctors are making a mountain out of a molehill? They're wasting medicine and kudzu cloth on this little injury and insisting I keep it in... I can't disobey them, or they'll complain to the commander." Zhao Wei rarely showed such childishness in front of her father.
Zhao Feng breathed a sigh of relief: "Isn't it because I was worried you'd get scars? A young lady like you... it would be so ugly to have your body covered in scars!"
Zhao Wei rolled her eyes: "So what if I get a scar?"
"It will anger your mother, and men prefer women without scars. Are you really planning to never get married?"
“Even if you’re ugly, you’ll have clothes to cover it up. I’m not going to go shirtless in public, am I? As for smoothness—” Zhao Wei smiled mysteriously, hooking her good hand around her father’s shoulder, “Isn’t this a coincidence? I also like things that feel smooth and delicate. It’s best if they have a little bit of flesh on them, it feels good. Besides, what’s the point of a soldier not having a few scars? Those are all battle marks and achievements! Your mother didn’t look down on you, did she?”
Zhao Feng: "..."
In the years he couldn't see, his daughter's evolutionary trajectory shocked the old father, almost causing him to lose his mind.
"...I know your ambitions, and I won't force you to go back and arrange marriage. But I'm getting old and want to enjoy the life of being with my grandchildren." Although he was in his prime, the average lifespan of a martial artist was too short, and he worried that one day he might accidentally die. If Zhao Wei hadn't chosen this path, he originally planned to entrust his daughter to a man who could protect her. Although the backyard would be desolate and boring, at least her life would be safe.
now--
He dared not even think about it.
Because on the battlefield, swords and spears have no eyes, and survival depends entirely on strength. Whether the white-haired bury the black-haired or the black-haired bury the white-haired is hard to say.
"Father went to find his younger brother and the others."
Zhao Fenghu asked with a stern face, "Can they have children?"
Zhao Wei shrugged: "I didn't say I couldn't let you hug me."
Zhao Feng's brows furrowed like Psyduck No. 3.
Probing: "So, you want to keep a smooth-looking male lover?"
"Cough cough cough—" Zhao Wei choked on her own saliva, coughing for a while before she could catch her breath. She casually made up a story, "A man who hasn't made up his mind yet, and is willing to be someone's male concubine, how good can he be? Father, you are a valiant general, and I, your daughter, am following in your footsteps. The man I choose can't be too incompetent, right?"
Zhao Feng seriously considered this possibility, frowning: "In that case... we need to find a literary scholar who is compatible with us."
The male concubine's request...
It's a bit too high.
She should be capable, smooth-skinned, pampered, perhaps with a little bit of plumpness, and possess the scholarly air that her daughter admires.
He silently memorized Zhao Wei's preferences and standards.
They planned to breach Zheng Qiao's stronghold and carefully select high-quality male concubines from among the princes and nobles controlled by Zheng Qiao. Of course, they needed to be young, so they could be easily manipulated.
Zhao Wei thought she had fooled her father, but little did she know that Zhao Feng had already begun to consider sending his daughter several male concubines.
"actually……"
Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in Zhao Feng's mind.
Zhao Wei casually asked, "What did Father say?"
Zhao Feng suddenly had a brilliant idea: "If we need seeds... keep an eye on those unmarried men under your lord's command. They're all bachelors anyway. No proper family, just casual affairs? Once we get the seeds, we can just say they're from male concubines. If Lord Shen rises to a high position and bestows great rewards upon his meritorious officials, will the child's future be any different?"
Kill two birds with one stone, with double the guarantee!
Zhao Wei rolled her eyes so hard they almost touched the top of her head: "The future is uncertain, and it's hard to say how far our lord will go. Even if he can establish a kingdom and bestow great rewards upon his meritorious officials, the collusion between civil and military officials... In my opinion, it's better to keep male concubines. You can even choose the most handsome one, without worrying or suspicion. Father, are you sure you haven't read those 'Five Elements of Immorality' brothels?"
Unless Zhao Wei was still unknown and had not yet made a name for himself at that time, the danger of death would come much faster than the uncertain future.
Zhao Feng wondered, "Is the Five Elements lacking in virtue?"
"A writer, but whose identity is unknown."
That "Five Elements Lacking Morality" is both a bold idea and a bold writing.
The latest storybook is shockingly explicit.
I heard that the lord is also following the updates.
The stories written by this person helped many soldiers pass countless lonely hours in the barracks, and he was truly a beacon of light in their hearts!
Zhao Feng hadn't seen it and didn't care.
"Dawei, your father looks forward to meeting you at the foot of the capital!" He came just to see his daughter, to talk about anything, because no one knew if this would be the last time they saw each other. Before leaving, he patted his daughter's uninjured shoulder, as if trying to etch her image into his heart.
Zhao Wei's sensitive nerves were touched.
"I told you not to call him Dawei!"
The old father was eventually chased away by his enraged eldest daughter. Zhao Feng laughed and rode away. As Zhao Wei watched his departing figure gradually shrink until it was almost out of sight, she cupped her hands in a megaphone shape and shouted, "Zhao Dayi!"
Zhao Feng also turned his head.
Zhao Wei said, "We must survive!"
Zhao Feng waved his hand in the distance, indicating that he had heard.
Shen Tang received news of Zhao Feng's visit quite some time later. She sighed softly, "Why must we avoid suspicion for the sake of righteousness?"
Gu Chi said, "After all, it's a situation where one might be seen as suspicious."
Shen Tang wouldn't think much of it, but Wu Xian, the melon farmer, was different.
This also meant that although Zhao Feng missed his daughter, he always restrained himself and rarely interacted with Shen Tang. Even when he did come, it was with a mission, and this time, he made an exception and came and went in a hurry. Despite his caution, there were still people who disapproved of him.
"General Zhao, are you aware that leaving the camp without orders is a violation of military discipline?"
As soon as Zhao Feng returned, he was caught red-handed by his old rival.
His rare good mood was ruined in an instant.
He rolled his eyes and said, "I was just taking a walk to clear my head."
"Take a break? Can taking a break really lead you all the way to someone else's camp?" The other person's words were laced with sarcasm, and their eyes were filled with suspicion.
Zhao Feng, too lazy to feign politeness, said sarcastically, "My lord and Lord Shen are known throughout the world as 'brothers of the same family,' their relationship is inseparable. So what if I'm just taking a stroll? What, you want to take this matter to my lord to complain? A man of stature, instead of thinking about how to eliminate tyranny, you only focus on this kind of thing... Are you a spy who has become a genius?"
You think I wouldn't dare?
"Go ahead if you dare, I have important business to attend to and can't keep you company."
After a while, Zhao Feng, who was half a body length ahead of his opponent, steered his warhorse backward and asked a strange question.
"Is your son... still smooth?"
Old rival: "???"
Old rival: "Zhao Dayi!!!"
Zhao Feng laughed heartily as he left, leaving his old rival, who was stomping his feet in anger, behind him. The matter even reached Wu Xian's ears.
Wu Xian questioned Zhao Feng, who gave a half-truthful reply.
"I went to Shen Jun's camp to retrieve my daughter's letter."
Wu Xian knew that Zhao Feng's daughter had run away from home to Shen Tang's territory, so it was normal for the letter to be sent to Shen Tang and then to Zhao Feng. His doubts lessened somewhat, but he still found it difficult to ask Zhao Feng why he had harassed the girl's son and angered the old man!
Zhao Feng spoke with righteous indignation.
"Oh, it's because my daughter wants to keep a male concubine."
Wu Xian: "...male...male concubine?"
Zhao Feng sighed, "It has to be a smooth male concubine! To be honest, my lord, my daughter has been spoiled rotten by my men, and these past few years she's been out in the wild all over the place. I don't know why she's developed this idea of keeping a male concubine. My lord, you tell me, she just wants a smooth male concubine. She doesn't want the stars, the moon, or the sun. Shouldn't I put in some effort? Maybe if I can please her, she'll be willing to come home with me. What if?"
Wu Xian: "...cough cough cough, Da Yi, you can't spoil your children like this, you still have to keep them in check."
Zhao Feng shrugged: "This humble general has taken care of it; she's gone."
Wu Xian was both annoyed and amused: "Then you can't just target your colleagues' sons because of that. They've already come to complain!"
To file a complaint or to phrase it tactfully.
The victim almost overturned his main tent.
Zhao Feng, with an expression that said, "I'm an honest man," said, "This humble general saw that he had fair skin and a clean-shaven face. I also heard that his wife in the harem was as beautiful as a flower. I secretly thought that the children born to these two must be quite good, so I asked him. It was just a casual question, and I certainly couldn't take it seriously. Who knew he would actually believe it? As colleagues, I am quite surprised by his magnanimity..."
Wu Xian had no choice but to appease both sides.
Zhao Feng left the main tent in a good mood, and saw his old rival outside, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, grinning and revealing a set of neat teeth. He said softly, "Why are you so serious, sir? Do you really think that this general intends to favor your son?"
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I need to take a day off. I have a fever and a cold, probably tonsillitis... The weather here in the Yangtze River Delta region has been so changeable these past few days. I caught a chill last night, went to the toilet seven or eight times during the day, and suddenly my throat felt sore last night... Years of experience have taught me that it's that time of year again when my tonsils act up.
P.S.: I feel this title is a bit dangerous.
(End of this chapter)
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