"More than that! I have never seen such a man in my life. He does have a good face, but his faults are simply too numerous to count. First, he is more delicate than a girl. He complains when he wipes his face too hard, screams when the car is bumpy, and sighs all the time, as if I owe him something. Second, he is really weak. He faints every three days and coughs up blood every five days. I was scared all the way, afraid that he would die and no one would give me the fare. Third, he has a terrible temper and has no gentlemanly manners. He is more like a street shrew. Fourth, he is very calculative. He has to compare prices from three stores before buying anything and calculate every penny. Which young man is like this? Fifth, he is weird. On the road, as long as he is awake, he will calculate and talk to himself. No one can understand what he says. It is likely that the disease has spread to his brain and there is no cure. Six——"
The clerk was so confused by his counting that he grabbed the driver's hand and said, "There's more!"
The driver could understand his fellow driver's devastated look. He was also very excited when he first picked up Xiao Rong. He knew too well the feeling of having a shattered filter.
After thinking for a while, he patted the waiter's shoulder and said, "Actually, this journey is not that hard. After all, Mr. Xiao is really good-looking. Look at his face. No matter how big his problem is, I can tolerate it."
Guy: “…………”＊
At the same time, in the Zhenbei Army's barracks, faint voices were heard in the king's tent. After a long time, the curtain was lifted, and an elderly man in scholar's robes walked out.
He sighed helplessly, shook his head slowly, and then returned to his tent.
Someone was already waiting in the tent.
When Jian Qiao saw him coming back, he immediately stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Gao, how is it?"
Gao Xunzhi was slightly stunned when he heard someone talking. He looked up and saw that it was Jian Qiao. Then he softened his expression and said, "It was General Jian. The king said that the man proposed to him to recognize his ancestry and posthumously confer a title on General Qu to show his determination to serve the Central Plains and to win over the people of the Central Plains."
Jian Qiao: “…”
Okay, this man’s death was not unjust.
For ordinary kings of different surnames, there is no problem in doing this. After all, this is an era when the Hu people invaded the Central Plains many times, and the people of the Central Plains hated the Hu people. But their king Qu Yunmie was a mixed-race of Central Plains people and foreigners. This person's suggestion was to tactfully tell Qu Yunmie to abandon the other half of his bloodline and only consider himself a Central Plains person in the future.
If it were just that, it would be fine. The maternal clan of their king followed him in his campaigns and were loyal to him. When it came to killing the Hu people, they were no worse than the people from the Central Plains. Abandoning their bloodline would be tantamount to abandoning this group of people.
The king would never do this. …
Upon learning the reason, Jian Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. He also thought that the man should be killed. Gao Xunzhi looked at him and felt even more depressed.
He is a scholar, different from these rough people. He can see what consequences will come if the king kills this man.
Once this matter gets out, I am afraid that for a long time, no scholars will submit to the king.
So, he had to strike first.
Gao Xunzhi said in a deep voice: "The king still has too few staff around him. General Jian, I have just discussed with the king and decided to send you back to Yanmen Pass. After you return, you will look for talents for the king. No matter their background or past, as long as they have real talent and knowledge, we want them all."
Jian Qiao: “…”
Are you a bit hungry and have no choice but to eat?
Regardless of his background or past, could it be that he used to be a robber? Do we want him too?
Gao Xunzhi is in his fifties this year. He is a good friend of Qu Yunmie's father. He has been dedicated to helping the Zhenbei Army for many years. His prestige in the Zhenbei Army is extremely high. Although Jian Qiao had some reservations in his heart, he still agreed.
Just when he was about to go out to do this, Gao Xunzhi stopped him again and gave him very serious instructions.
"Although regardless of origin and past, we still need to take the king's preferences into consideration."
Jian Qiao suddenly understood and nodded repeatedly. That's right, their king was a man who had a clear distinction between love and hate. If they recruited someone the king hated, he would probably be beheaded in a few days.
He immediately stood up straight, ready to fight: "Mr. Gao, please teach me."
Gao Xunzhi: "First, the king does not like sensitive people. Even if they are not dignified men, they must not be as delicate as girls. Second, they must be strong and healthy. The king loves to go to war, how can he not have a good body? Besides, the king hates those weak and frail people who cough every three steps. Third, the king has a bad temper, so the staff he invites must be gentle. You also know that the king is soft-hearted. If you see a hard-tempered person, he will definitely draw his sword to fight. Fourth, the king hates people who are petty and only care about money. Remember, don't invite such people back. Fifth, Qingfeng Sect and Buddhism and Taoism are popular nowadays. There are few people who save people, but many who take money. Don't invite those who talk about gods and ghosts all the time. Sixth-"
Jian Qiao: "...Mr. Gao, why are there more?"
Gao Xunzhi was silent for a moment, then said, "The last one, the sixth, is also the most important one. It doesn't matter if he is ugly or plain, but he must not be beautiful. The king particularly hates such men. If you invite such a man back, both of us will be punished."
Jian Qiao couldn't help but glance towards the king's tent. Thinking of the king's usual style, he nodded silently.
After he left, Gao Xunzhi put his hands behind his back and thought.
Although there are more conditions, if you think about it carefully, they are not harsh. Most people can't meet any of them. If there is really someone who meets all of them...
Ha, that's nonsense, it's impossible.
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