He was really impressed by Xiao Rong. He was talking so much about truth and lies that even he could hardly tell which words were actually said by him.
Xiao Rong continued, "You may not have any idea of my status, but I can tell you this: my last bodyguard was the Lieutenant General of the Central Army, the vanguard of the Central Army led by the King himself. He was one of the King's most trusted personal soldiers. After defeating the Xianbei, he will probably be promoted to a general, and you are going to replace such a person. From a slave to a Lieutenant General, do you think this is something that an average person can do?"
Di Fa was speechless, and Xiao Rong asked him again: "Is it more difficult for a slave to become a Zhonglang General, or for a Zhonglang General to become the King of Rouran?"
Di Fazeng: "The governor is too kind to me..."
Xiao Rong laughed with an ambiguous meaning: "Then why do you think I should respect you? You were a slave, a foreigner, and you were just defeated by our king. If I came to you not because I was crazy, then what do you think made me trust you so much? The king's ambition has never been limited to the entire Central Plains. From ancient times to the present, the grasslands have plundered the Central Plains almost every day, and the grasslands have been eating raw meat and drinking blood, and a natural disaster will bring the danger of genocide. This situation has never really disappeared. I have told you so much today, and I am not afraid that you know that one day the king will fight deeper into the grasslands. He wants to protect this land and make those evil people pay the price with blood. If it is not you, there will be someone else, and I hope that person is you. Don’t you dare to think so?"
Di Fa Zeng: "..."
He didn't know how to answer.
Qu Yunmie: “…”
He felt guilty. How did Xiao Rong know that he wanted to attack other places? He clearly didn't tell anyone.
Difa thought for a long while before saying one word: "I——"
Xiao Rong did not let him continue: "Perhaps the three words 'King of Rouran' scared you. I mentioned it to you now, but I can never think that you can do it soon. You are still my guard, and you don't even have the official position of General of the Central Army. What I think is just what I think. I will not give you any preferential treatment because of this. If you want something, you can only fight for it yourself, and I provide you with the same opportunities as other Zhenbei Army. But you know, I am a weirdo. Just because I can accept you does not mean that the Zhenbei Army can accept you. If you stay among them, you still have to work harder than them, but fortunately, the Zhenbei Army is also a weird place. There is no life-threatening co-worker infighting, no bullying caused by noble or humble origins. As long as you are strong enough, one day the Zhenbei Army will recognize you and regard you as a real member."
After saying so much, Xiao Rong was a little tired. He pursed his lips and then looked at Di Fazeng: "What, do you want to try it?" No.
No matter how fantastic Xiao Rong's words were, his first reaction was not to want to, because he knew that if he agreed to Xiao Rong, a road of no return might be waiting for him. Xiao Rong might be serious, or he might be lying to him, but no matter what he said was true or false, the moment he made the decision, he could no longer get off this boat.
Being a mercenary and joining the Zhenbei Army are completely different concepts. The former is forced by life, while the latter is betraying the grassland that raised him and becoming a running dog in the hearts of all grassland people.
But he never really said these two words, because just like when Qu Yunmie invited him to fight, he knew at that time that he would only have this one chance in his life, and at this time, he also knew the same thing.
He joined the Zhenbei Army, convinced the entire Zhenbei Army and the people of the Central Plains with his own strength, became a general under Qu Yunmie, led his troops to gallop on the grassland, became the King of Rouran, destroyed the slavery system that Rouran nobles loved most, and allowed all his people to be under his rule, but not belong to him...
The scene was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to say those two words and could only resist silently.
Di Fazeng gradually lowered his eyes. He knew that after this long silence, the Chenliu Yin had understood his answer.
That’s right, Xiao Rong already knew his answer.
He laughed heartily and cheered, "You deserve my time and effort! Then you will start as the guard commander tomorrow. Although you are a guard, you still have to help me with some chores. Oh, I have a younger brother and a grandmother. Remember to visit them and let them remember what you look like. My grandmother has dementia, but I think you won't mind."
After saying that, he asked Di Fazeng to continue to have a good rest, and then left in a good mood.
The person behind him said: “…………”
Do you really know what my answer is?! …
On the other side, Xiao Rong hurried back to his room. The first thing he did was to find the teapot on the table. However, as soon as he pushed the door open, he was surprised to find Qu Yunmie sitting there.
There was a teapot in front of him. When he saw Xiao Rong coming in, he picked up the teapot silently, poured a full cup and said, "Your throat is about to sore, right? Come, drink some to moisten your throat."
Xiao Rong: “…………”
He walked over, but did not drink immediately. Instead, he looked at him hesitantly and said, "Did the king hear what Difa and I said?"
He began to recall whether he had said anything bad about Qu Yunmie.
No, they were all good words. It was impossible for him to slander Qu Yunmie in front of outsiders.
But Qu Yunmie's calm look made Xiao Rong unsure. After all, Qu Yunmie couldn't help but praise him. If he had heard it, he shouldn't have looked like nothing had happened.
Qu Yunmie did answer him like this: "I didn't hear it. I just heard your voice when I came in. You haven't been here for such a long time, I'm afraid you must have said a lot."
Xiao Rong then let out a relaxed laugh: "Indeed, Di Fa was a bit stubborn."
Qu Yunmie nodded: "Then go and have a rest after you finish drinking, I will handle the official business."
After he finished speaking, he stood up and left. Xiao Rong was stunned and asked him quickly, "What is the matter with you, my king?"
Qu Yunmie: "No, I just came here to take a look."
Xiao Rong was still very confused, but Qu Yunmie had already gone out.
After walking out of Xiao Rong's yard and returning to his residence with an indifferent expression, Qu Yunmie couldn't help but let out a breath after closing the door loosely.
Standing there, looking at the point in front of him, Qu Yunmie was silent for a long time, until a very abrupt laugh sounded in the room.
This smile seemed to turn on a switch, and then there was a series of hearty and joyful laughter. The laughter slipped out through the crack in the door, and the two guards standing outside looked behind them in horror.
What happened? After killing so many people for so many years, the king finally went crazy? …………
Some are happy, some are sad. Some are so happy, while others are about to jump off the roof.
Zhang Biezhi could not accept the bad news that Jian Qiao brought him: "What do you mean someone got there first? Who is so blind as to dare to snatch my position from me?!"
Jian Qiao: “…”
He really didn't expect that one day even the position of guard commander would become so popular.
He told Zhang Biezhi the name of Di Fazeng, and Zhang Biezhi was stunned for a moment, then began to recall why the name sounded so familiar.
After a moment, he uttered an angry voice: "That Rouran man?! I hired him because I thought he was extraordinary. He doesn't even have a family and is a loner. If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have had the chance to come to Chenliu. Not only does he not appreciate me, he actually betrayed me!"
No, he couldn't stand this humiliation.
He wants to go to Xiao Rong to seek justice!
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