Mo Qiaosheng was standing outside the bathhouse door.
Seeing Cheng Qianye and Yao Tianxiang coming out of the bathing room, he hurriedly stood up to greet them.
Unexpectedly, the two of them looked at him with an ambiguous expression, which made Mo Qiaosheng inexplicably feel a little frightened.
Cheng Qianye's face was slightly flushed, perhaps because of the hot spring bath or some other reason. She smiled and invited Mo Qiaosheng to get on the carriage.
Yao Tianxiang took Cheng Qianye's arm, stretched out her white and greasy hand, and whispered in Cheng Qianye's ear: "I won't disturb you anymore. I'll give you some time alone. Remember, don't be soft-hearted. Get him in one go."
Cheng Qianye didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pinched her waist: "You are the most naughty one."
Yao Tianxiang giggled and got on another accompanying carriage.
It's getting dark.
Two rows of judges led the way, followed by soldiers holding spears.
A group of people went down the mountain and returned to the city in the sunset.
Cheng Qianye sat in the spacious carriage, leaning against a table, reading a military newspaper carefully.
She soon fell into deep thought, her pretty eyebrows slightly frowned.
Mo Qiaosheng knelt beside him.
The lord gained the support of more and more people and began to realize his great ambitions, and thus became increasingly busy.
He gave himself more trust and more opportunities, allowing himself to gradually raise his head and straighten his back with his own abilities, and be treated equally and with respect by others.
Mo Qiaosheng felt his blood getting hotter day by day, and his broken heart was filled with passion.
When he stood up, he realized that the world in front of him was so vast.
It's like being reborn.
His heart was pounding with excitement and he was eager to step into this magnificent world.
But every time when the night was quiet, he would still think of the days when he slept in front of his master's bed, and the hand that reached down from the edge of the bed and gently touched his head.
I have gained so much, yet I am still not satisfied.
Mo Qiaosheng quietly raised his head and looked at Cheng Qianye's profile as he concentrated on his desk.
He knew that his lord attached great importance to the expedition to Qi County.
He even knew the real intention of his lord who withstood the pressure, acted arbitrarily, and allowed him, who had just been awarded the fourth-level title and had won military merit, to lead the army to the battle.
Qi County.
Mo Qiaosheng recalled the rainy night when Han Quanlin kept pestering him.
He was in cold despair and thought he was sinking into a dark abyss.
It was the lord who extended his warm hand and held him who had given up hope.
The Lord said to others: "Let alone a mere Qi County, even if it is ten, he will get it back for me one day."
Not just Qi County!
I will be the knife in my lord's hand all my life!
Wherever the lord's eyes are directed, that is my battlefield. If the lord wishes for something, I will seize it and present it to him personally.
Your grace is as deep as the sea and I cannot express my gratitude to you. I will repay you with my life.
Cheng Qianye suddenly turned his head, and Mo Qiaosheng was unable to avoid his gaze and was caught red-handed.
Cheng Qianye looked at him for a while and then laughed.
"Come on, Qiaosheng. Come to me."
Mo Qiaosheng moved his body, lowered his head and knelt down beside Cheng Qianye.
Cheng Qianye stretched out his arm that was leaning on the ebony table, opened his palm, and spread his white palm in front of Mo Qiaosheng.
Mo Qiaosheng was flustered for a moment.
He stretched out his hand and placed it on the soft palm.
As soon as the warm touch came, the palm tightened and held him.
The soft fingertips gently stroked the back of his hand, and Mo Qiaosheng felt his breathing suddenly become disordered.
"Qiaosheng, this is Tianxiang's first time here, so I'll keep her company. We'll have plenty of time in the future, so we can come here on our own."
Mo Qiaosheng's face flushed instantly. His lord was always like this, able to see through his deepest thoughts at a glance.
The hand pulled, and Mo Qiaosheng was caught off guard and fell. He quickly stretched out his other hand and supported himself on the table to avoid falling on Cheng Qianye.
He looked at the skin that was so close to him, revealing every detail, and smelled the faint fragrance emanating from his lord. His heartbeat began to beat like a drum on the battlefield.
"Qiao Sheng." Cheng Qianye leaned against the table and pointed at a map he had drawn himself. "There are not many troops stationed in Qi County. Han Quanlin was just defeated. He probably doesn't have the energy to take care of this land that is so far away from him. As long as you take steady steps, there shouldn't be any big problems."
"But you still must not be careless. This is your first time leading an army, so you must be extremely cautious. No matter what the battle situation is, you must not be reckless. The most important thing is that nothing must happen to you."
Mo Qiaosheng looked at Cheng Qianye's mouth opening and closing gently. His master's words seemed far away in the horizon, yet close at hand. For the first time, he couldn't hear clearly what his master said.
"Do you know what you mean to me?"
Since the last time, I have been busy until now and haven’t had the chance to be intimate with you for a moment.
Cheng Qianye looked at the sapphire blossoming like spring flowers in front of him, unable to control his own excitement. He grabbed Mo Qiaosheng by the collar and pressed him onto the table.
Mo Qiaosheng looked at the face that was getting closer and closer. He lost the ability to breathe in an instant and was on the verge of suffocation.
But the lord was so excessive that he refused to sentence him to death. With a sly smile on his face, he bent down little by little.
I might be dying, he closed his eyes.
That soft and moist thing finally touched her lips.
He felt himself tremble slightly.
"Don't cry, Qiaosheng."
Mo Qiaosheng heard a sigh.
That person covered his lips, broke into his world, and brought him into the abyss of happiness from which he could not extricate himself.
Arriving at the station, Yao Tianxiang looked at Mo Qiaosheng, whose face was flushed and who hurriedly left, and approached him curiously.
"Did you really eat him in the car?"
"How could that be? I just got a taste of the sweetness." Cheng Qianye licked his lips, looked at Mo Qiaosheng's hurriedly leaving back, and savored the memory.
"Look, he's so shy, he can't stand it. I can't do it to him."
Yao Tianxiang rolled her eyes at her and said, "I don't think you dare. I've finally seen clearly that you are just a paper tiger, even worse than me."
"Nonsense, I'm your husband, do you still have any rules?"
In the camp within the city, low-ranking soldiers lived in groups of ten in simple thatched houses made of mud.
The earthenware slab slightly above the ground in the room was covered with thick straw, which was the large bunk bed where the soldiers slept.
Yang Luhou sat on the edge of the bunk bed, holding a bowl of rough corn rice and eating it in big mouthfuls.
"I have a roof over my head, three meals a day, and a rest day when the sun goes down. I don't have to get beaten. Wow, life is wonderful."
"You don't think this is a happy thing. Look at Brother Sheng. After the war, you will have land and a big house. Then you can marry a beautiful wife, put her on the kang at home, and give birth to some big fat boys. That's what happiness is."
"By the way, Brother Sheng, why do you have to squeeze in here with the brothers? You have now been awarded the title of second-class noble and made a centurion. I heard that centurions have their own single rooms with beds and soft quilts, and they get two extra white buns every day, and sometimes even meat."
Several low-ranking soldiers in the room looked at Brother Sheng, who was lying on the bunk with his legs crossed, in confusion.
"Want to eat meat?" Brother Sheng held a straw in his mouth and looked at the ceiling. "Tomorrow we will start training the new army. Ten men form a squad and a hundred men form a team. They will be tested regularly. I am a centurion now, and you are my brothers. Whoever can stand up for me will be rewarded with my allotment of meat."
Several soldiers who were newly promoted from slaves swallowed their saliva when they heard the word "meat".
"That's a must. We will all listen to you. We will do whatever Brother Sheng tells us to do." Yang Luhou was eager to show his loyalty.
The next day, it was daybreak.
Yang Sheng, shirtless, fetched water from the well to wash his face, and arrived at the training ground early.
In the slightly cold morning mist, he saw a black figure moving up and down in the training ground.
The man heard the footsteps, put away his gun, turned around,
Yang Sheng recognized this man as Mo Qiaosheng, who had killed several enemy generals in one battle and was awarded the fourth-level title.
This man was a slave like himself, but he became famous in one battle, was appointed as a captain, led 5,000 men, and became the boss of his boss.
Yang Sheng knelt down and saluted: "I am Yang Sheng, a centurion, and I am honored to meet you, Captain."
Mo Qiaosheng nodded: "You came early."
Yang Sheng raised his head and said, "I am a rough man, and I have always admired your reputation. Today I have some time, I wonder if you can spare some time to give me some advice?"
Mo Qiaosheng glanced at Yang Sheng and pointed at the weapon rack, "Pick a weapon."
He knew that the man was dissatisfied with him.
Mo Qiaosheng has no extra methods to deal with those who refuse to accept his decision.
If you don’t accept, I will beat you until you accept.
As the sky brightened, more and more people gathered on the parade ground.
Yang Luhou arrived at the parade ground and saw that the center of the parade ground was surrounded by people in three layers.
He squeezed into the crowd and looked inside.
I saw two fierce generals fighting in the field, and it was hard to tell who would be the winner.
A man dressed in black wielded an iron spear. The sharp tip of the spear looked like a silver snake spitting out its tongue, illuminating the sky with a cold glow.
A man with his upper body naked is brandishing a steel knife that has been tempered hundreds of times. The wind from the knife is so fierce and murderous that it is like a tiger crossing a hill.
The fierce tiger fights the eagle dragon, the eagle fights the giant python.
How could the crowd see such a fierce fight? They cheered for a while.
"Oh, Brother Sheng!"
Yang Luhou became excited when he saw Brother Sheng comparing himself with others again.
In his impression, Brother Sheng had never lost a fight, and all the slaves in their area were afraid of Brother Sheng.
But this time, it was beyond his expectations.
Before Yang Luhou could cheer for him.
Brother Sheng has been defeated and he jumped out of the circle.
With one hand on the ground, the sweat on his head dripped into the red soil on the ground, and he gasped: "I give in."
Mo Qiaosheng put away his gun, bent down and reached out to help him up: "You are very good, you will definitely be more than a hundred men in the future."
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