But Wei Jing changed his mind and felt that Shao Qing was different. No matter whether she was a singer or any other woman, how could she be compared with his wife?
After the banquet, he walked slowly to the backyard. The night wind was chilly, but it did not cool his confused mind.
Zhuang Yan's unintentional words actually made Wei Jing, the famous and powerful commander on the battlefield and known as the God of War, feel irritated.
On the one hand, he felt that Shao Qing was unique and no one in the world could compare to her. He did not like what the guests said, but in his heart he also secretly felt that there was nothing wrong with falling in love with her.
But on the other hand, the ideas he had formed since childhood were deeply rooted, and his mother's teachings were still fresh in his mind. How dare he disobey them?
This is wrong.
With his complicated thoughts, he walked through the three entrances of the county government office and soon arrived at the backyard. He stood in front of the main door for a while with a frown on his face. Light footsteps were heard from inside, and the door was opened, revealing Shao Qing's smiling face.
"What's wrong? Why don't you come in after you come back?"
Shao Qing looked at him curiously and saw that he looked serious and frowned. His heart skipped a beat: "What happened?"
No way? She only left a moment or two earlier.
"Nothing."
She stopped smiling and her eyes widened, looking a little worried. Wei Jing immediately denied it: "I was just thinking about something else. You don't need to worry."
"That's good, come in."
Shao Qing took his big hand and pulled him into the door. As they walked towards the inner room, he said, "Hurry up and take a shower. I've already got your pajamas ready for you."
The spring boudoir was filled with warmth. Shao Qing, who had just finished bathing, had rosy cheeks and neck, and there was a familiar and refreshing fragrance lingering around her. She took his hand and said cheerfully that she had already gotten his clothes and asked him to wash up and rest quickly.
After saying that, she wrinkled her nose, as if she didn't like the smell of alcohol on him.
"Is it flavorful?" He had only drunk a few glasses of vegetarian wine.
In this situation and this scene, Shao Qing is like a spring of steaming hot spring, the warmth flowing through the heart, soaking the spirit, and spreading to every part of the body. He felt relaxed and at ease, and couldn't help but smile. He raised his hand and sniffed the wide sleeves.
"It's tasteless."
Forget it, why think so much? She is the only one in the world, no one can compare to her, and no one can replace her. So what does it matter whether there is love or not? His wild thoughts were just a waste of time.
If you can't think of the result, just stop thinking about it. Wei Jing put all the previous entanglements behind his mind, took her to the screen, asked her a few questions, and raised his arm, asking her to help him undress.
This man!
Shao Qing glared at him unhappily, reached out to untie his belt, and said, "Okay, I'll serve you."
She took off the old man's outer shirt and left him with only a pair of plain silk trousers. Although the smooth lines of his abdominal muscles were pleasing to the eye, she did not intend to continue serving him. Seeing that Wei Jing was still standing still, she hurriedly pushed him.
"Go quickly, go quickly."
Her cheeks blushed slightly and she turned and left. Wei Jing smiled slightly and turned behind the screen.
…
There was a small lamp burning on the table, and the dim light was soft. Shao Qing was lying on the soft quilt and pillow, with the sound of water coming from behind the screen in her ears. She was not sleepy, so she rolled over and turned sideways to stare at the two lifted bed curtains.
The bright red tent had been replaced long ago with a sky-blue silk tent with a crane and peony pattern. She reached out and poked the delicate peony pattern.
This stable life is a far cry from what it was like at the beginning. I really hope it can last forever.
In fact, as early as when she accepted Wei Jing, she had already accepted the matter of revenge.
Of course, revenge means either success or death, but to be honest, in today's world, ordinary people don't have it easy, and it's easy to lose their lives, just like the caravan that was killed by the Pu tribe yesterday.
Oh, I hope everything goes smoothly next.
Autumn nights are always chilly. She rolled over in the quilt, and the sound of water behind the screen stopped.
Wei Jing put on his pajamas loosely, blew out the oil lamp and got into bed. Seeing that Shao Qing was still awake, he said, "Ah Qing, I have sent someone to Yuzhou."
"Yuzhou?" Is it really about Yang Ze?
Wei Jing nodded affirmatively. It was accidental that he got Yang Ze's household registration certificate, and going to Pingtao was not a necessary choice at the beginning. However, this is a different time. After some efforts, Pingtao has indeed become his new base.
All his current plans are based on Pingtao, so Pingtao, this key node, cannot be lost.
Yang Ze is from Yuzhou, and he doesn’t know what the situation is over there. Are the other party’s parents still alive? Do you have any close friends? These issues need to be understood clearly and preventive measures taken.
Wei Jing never forgot this, but he had no trustworthy men to command before. As soon as the Qing Zhai Guards were gathered again, he immediately sent someone there.
"That's right."
Shao Qing agreed with this deeply. It is always better to be safe than sorry. They just need to ensure that people who know Yang Ze do not show up in Yizhou. The two places are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and the roads are difficult to travel, so this is not difficult to do.
She lay in Wei Jing's arms, a big hand gently stroking her back, the regular stroking made her feel sleepy. Shao Qing yawned slightly, and just as he was about to close his eyes, he suddenly heard him say, "I'll ask someone to look for my aunts."
"aunt?"
Shao Qing's sleepiness disappeared all of a sudden. She thought about it and realized that Wei Jing’s aunt was the former wife of Marquis Pinghai, Meng.
Speaking of the Pinghai Marquisate, it was also tragic. Before Wei Jing returned from the northern border, it had been completely captured by the previous emperor. All the males in the prefecture were beheaded, and all the women, children and young children were exiled two thousand miles to the southwest.
That’s right, among those who set out on the journey with Shao Qing were Wei Jing’s aunt Meng, her two daughters, one legitimate and one illegitimate, and a ten-year-old legitimate son.
Fu Jun had four sons, but only this youngest son, who was not yet an adult, escaped the house-raiding and beheading.
Wei Jing had finally recovered and was no longer short of manpower, so he wanted to find out if his remaining relatives from his uncle's family were alive.
Shao Qing hesitated: "But, but back then in that posthouse..."
It was the moment when she encountered the assassin during her exile. Although she was busy with swords and sabers and could not take care of herself, Shao Qing still saw it clearly. The dozens of people who were exiled together as one of the targets of the new emperor had been killed by the assassin in black.
There must be some fish that slip through the net, but are the Fu family so lucky?
Shao Qing tried very hard to recall the incident, but the scene was so chaotic that she really had no impression of it.
"Do your best and leave the rest to fate." Wei Jing recalled his uncle's voice, appearance and smile, and felt sad for a moment.
"Perhaps my aunt and cousins may have survived."
In the darkness, Wei Jing's face could not be seen clearly, but the changes in his tone could be heard clearly. Such a man who remained tenacious even in desperate situations was now sad and depressed. Shao Qing felt depressed and uncomfortable.
She took the initiative to hug his waist and whispered to him: "I saw many people fleeing into the dense forest."
At this moment, she sincerely hoped that even if only one member of the Fu family could survive, it would be great.
"Um."
Wei Jing hugged her backhandedly, very tightly. The warm body fell obediently in his arms, soothing his heart, and he closed his eyes. After a long while, he opened his eyes and kissed her forehead gently: "I'm fine, go to sleep."
…
Wei Jing was indeed a tough man. A moment of sadness could not affect him. The next day, he began to prepare for war intensively.
The county barracks practiced battle formations fervently during the day and memorized new codes and flag signals at night, ensuring that the entire army cooperated closely and fully exerted its combat capabilities.
On the other hand, Wei Jing arranged a thousand county soldiers into five teams to patrol the official roads in the towns and villages within Pingtao. Many caravans learned the news and planned their journeys in order to get as much protection as possible from the officers and soldiers.
As a result, the county soldier team was bound to encounter the barbarians who frequently committed crimes and engage in small-scale confrontations.
At the beginning, the Pu people were not prepared at all and suffered a great loss. More than 20 of them were killed by the county soldiers. The rest had to quickly escape into the mountains and forests.
The hatred of the Pu people was ignited at once. Instead of retreating, under the command of their leader Gahan, they intensified their revenge on the Pingtao side.
From August 8th to August 13th, within just five days, the county government received reports of 29 crimes committed by the Pu people. The other side adopted the guerrilla warfare that they were always good at. If they encountered a county barracks, they would fight if they could, and retreat quickly if they couldn't. If they encountered ordinary merchants, they would be like a wolf among the flock of sheep.
It is true that the Pu people are good at using poison. In guerrilla warfare, their favorite method is to use a kind of smokescreen. It would be good if the county troops were well prepared, but if ordinary merchants encountered it, the best outcome would be to immediately abandon their property and flee first.
"It seems that even if the Pu tribe doesn't come out in full force, they are almost there."
Wei Jing closed the latest letter and raised his eyes: "The time to encircle the two barbarians has come."
Today, there are 2,000 county soldiers carrying out patrol missions. His arrangements were not aimless. On the surface, Han Xi and others led the county soldiers to attack frequently, and secretly the Qing Zhai Guards harassed them from time to time. Although the Pu people robbed a lot of property, they also suffered a lot of losses, including many casualties.
In the eyes of these barbarians living deep in the mountains, their fellow tribesmen are much more important than wealth. This hatred is growing. According to secret reports from the Qing Zhai Camp, the Pu tribe leader, Jiahan, seems to have contacted the Yi tribe, and the two tribes have come together, almost certainly to work together.
What is the purpose of these two tribes joining forces?
The only purpose is to scare Ping Tao. He dealt Wei Jing a heavy blow, causing him to fall from the position of county magistrate, thus avenging old grudges and making his successor feel timid, forcing him to revert to the old strategy of dealing with the two barbarian tribes.
The main focus was on defense in order to keep the official hat on his head, just like the previous Pingtao County magistrates.
At this point, the two barbarians' battle strategy had reached a consensus with Wei Jing's expectations. He said in a deep voice, "Pass the order. Cook at 3:00 a.m. tomorrow, and move camp at 5:00 a.m. to encircle the two barbarians!"
He immediately selected 4,000 county soldiers, to be led by military officers such as Han Xi, Chen Qi, and Deng Guang, and then selected civil servants and staff such as Zhuang Yan, and ordered the troops to go out the next day.
"I have received your order!"
Those who were chosen stood up and answered in unison.
That was about it. Next, everyone who had received the order should go down and prepare. Shao Qing was just thinking this when he saw Kou Xuan hurriedly step forward and bowed, saying, "My lord, I would like to join the army and do my best. Please allow me!"
Huh?
Why would Kou Xuan make such a request out of the blue?
It’s not that we can’t bring him along, but relatively speaking, Kou Xuan is actually the weakest one among everyone present. Even Zhuang Yan, before he took over the position of head of the family, he often went out with the caravan to broaden his horizons and learned some martial arts, becoming much stronger.
This expedition to the barbarians was carried out in deep mountains and jungles. Without some physical strength, it would be difficult to move forward. This was the biggest reason why Wei Jing kept him.
However, to Shao Qing's surprise, Wei Jing only glanced at Kou Xuan and agreed to his request very straightforwardly.
"Can."
…
Shao Qing was a little confused. After Wei Jing told Ji Huan to stay behind to take care of everything, the two returned to the house. She hurriedly asked in a low voice, "Husband, why did you agree to Kou Wenchang?"
He is not such an easy person to talk to.
Wei Jing smiled faintly: "Maybe, he wants to take this opportunity to get rid of Yuan Hong."
The author has something to say: Shao Qing was someone that Wei had tied down with great difficulty. It was a unique position, so it was not easy for him to act up. Hahahaha, he wouldn't do that. At most he would struggle with it secretly.
Let's give him some time to finish his struggle, hahahaha
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