Jiang Sheng felt warmed when he heard this.
The boy's bright smile is like a little sun, making people want to laugh when they see it.
"Okay, thank you for your understanding, Major General."
He took a nice hot bath, lay down on his couch, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Ever since he was transferred to live with his brother, he has been sharing a tent with his brother. There is a soft couch in the tent, which is where he usually rests.
Jiang Ling threw back the quilt, got out of bed, and sat on the stool beside the couch, staring straight at him. Seeing that he wanted to wake up, she raised her hand and pressed his sleeping point.
He pulled the hand of the sleeping person over and rolled up his sleeves. Sure enough, he saw the familiar scar and pursed his lips.
As expected, he was right. "Mo Xiaotong" was San'er. He wanted to wake him up and ask about the situation, but then he thought that if his father knew, he would definitely send him back.
Jiang Ling hesitated for a long time and decided to keep it a secret for the time being.
San'er seemed much more stable. It would be better for him to stay in the military camp for the time being than to be under the emperor's nose. But the emperor actually let him go. Could it be that his grandmother did something?
...whipping?
Could it be a staged show?
Jiang Sheng, who was sleeping, didn't know that his identity had been discovered. He slept until dawn. When he woke up and sat up, he felt refreshed.
After a quick wash and a bite to eat, Leng Feng called me over.
Looking at the soldiers not far away, Jiang Sheng was still a little confused: "Leng Feng, who are these people?"
"The Major General said you want to open up new land, so he has assigned two hundred men to you. You can open up new land wherever and however you want."
The chaotic mind is slowly coming to light.
Yes, why did he fall into a daze? Since he wanted to lure the food out of the space, he must have a good reason. What better excuse could there be than reclaiming wasteland and farming?
When Jiang Sheng thought of this, he became full of energy.
He grinned, "Okay, I get it. Thanks, Guard Leng."
Leng Feng was still holding the sword in his arms. Hearing this, he curled his lips and said awkwardly, "You're welcome. If you need any help, just let me know. I just have something to remind you."
"The land around here is barren. Even if we cultivate it, the harvest may not be that good. You'd better be mentally prepared."
"If you want to cultivate the land, it will take at least three to five years."
Jiang Sheng nodded. That was normal, but since he had a rare treasure, he naturally didn't need to go through so much trouble.
Not to mention barren land, even on cliffs, as long as there is spiritual spring water, growing is not a problem.
After selecting the land to be reclaimed, people were assigned to work.
Jiang Sheng selected a supervisor who only needed to come over and take a look at the work at other times. He didn't need to keep an eye on it at other times. This gave him more time to make hidden weapons and poisons.
On the tent table, various parts were laid out, and poison needles flashed with black sharp edges...
Jiang Ling opened the curtain and came in, and saw the busy figure. She placed the cake plate on the table and said in a gentle tone: "Little boy, if you are tired of sitting, take a rest and eat something."
"Here's your favorite rice cake. I saw it in town and brought you one."
"Huh? How did the Major General know I like rice cakes?"
Jiang Sheng raised his head and looked at him with a confused look in his eyes.
Mo Xiaotong likes to eat rice cakes?
Why did he remember that he liked to eat osmanthus cake? Did he remember it wrong?
Jiang Ling looked calm: "...Oh, I saw you buy it before and thought you liked it. Could it be that you bought it for the military doctor?"
"No, I like to eat it. Thank you, Major General."
Jiang Sheng didn't think much about it and smiled and thanked him: "Major General, you are such a kind person. Apart from my brother and grandmother, you are the best person to me."
"Oh, where are the rest of your family?"
"My dad isn't very nice to me. He doesn't like me and thinks I'm a loser. But it's okay. I don't like him either."
Jiang Ling couldn't help but laugh and said, "Really? Then maybe your father doesn't know you well enough. Once he gets to know you, he'll find that you're kind and smart, and he'll definitely change his mind in the future."
Jiang Sheng pursed his lips and said aggrievedly, "No, my father will never like me. I'm neither good at literature nor martial arts. How tiring it would be to live to satisfy him."
"Being a promising son is not as good as being a playboy, which gives you freedom."
"Oh, then you are doing very well now. You are smart and capable of doing anything. Why don't you want to be a playboy?"
Jiang Ling was very curious. San'er's temperament had never been so calm before. What happened in the capital that caused his temperament to change so much?
The smile on Jiang Sheng's face faded, and there was an unrelieved sadness and pain in his eyes, which was finally suppressed and he regained his composure.
He said sullenly, "Nothing, I just went through some things and wanted to change my way of life."
"...Change your way of life?"
"Well, being a playboy also requires confidence. When you lose confidence, you have to change, otherwise there is only one way out, which is death."
Seeing that he didn't want to talk, Jiang Ling changed the subject: "Wait until autumn is over. There are usually no wars in winter. How about I take you skiing?"
Jiang Sheng paused, then looked up at him: "Really? I can go see the snow too. Isn't the snow here huge? Much bigger than in the capital, right?"
"Well, the southern Xinjiang and northern wilderness are both very cold in winter, and the snow is very thick. Skiing is the best way to play in the snow."
"Okay, I'll go with the Major General then."
With a clicking sound, Jiang Sheng assembled a sleeve arrow, put it aside, and stood up to stretch his stiff body.
He washed his hands before eating the rice cake. It was soft and had a rice aroma, not too sweet, which was his favorite taste.
"Mmm, delicious, it tastes like Zhang's."
Seeing that he liked it, Jiang Ling's lips curled up unconsciously.
"I'm glad you like it. I'll bring it to you when I go to the city. There are a lot of fun and delicious things there. I'll take you there after I'm done with this busy period."
Jiang Sheng ate a piece in two or three bites, looked at the man with a gentle smile, and asked tentatively: "Major General, why are you so nice to me?"
"...You saved my life, so it's only natural for me to be nice to you. What's the problem?"
"Uh, no, no."
Jiang Ling smiled and stood up to handle official business.
The two of them were busy with their own things, and the atmosphere was very warm.
Days passed one after another, and the memorials written from southern Xinjiang were sent to the capital city at an express speed of 800 miles and presented to the Government Affairs Hall.
Emperor Gan looked through the memorial and frowned: "Jiang Ling was seriously injured? But he's not dead."
He turned his head and looked at the old eunuch beside him.
Jinzhong sensed the compelling gaze and his hands trembled uncontrollably, but he quickly recovered. "Your Majesty, the spies reported back that he was captured, and Young Master Jiang is seriously injured and dying."
"Even if they don't die, they're basically useless. They'll be plagued by illness and pain in the future, and living will be a torment."
Upon hearing this, Emperor Gan retracted his gaze, raised the corner of his mouth, and said with a faint smile: "What a pity. When Young Master Jiang was in the capital, he was a famous young master in the capital."
"Even my prince has been outdone. Now he's seriously injured and sick. It's really pitiful."
He said pitiful, but the smile on his face was deepening.
Jinzhong glanced at it and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look again.
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