Mo Qiaosheng was troubled by various dreams all night long.
After a while, he dreamed that he was in Tianxiang Pavilion, with countless girls dressed in red and green surrounding him.
"Sir, come and have a drink."
"Have another drink with me."
The women's giggling voices echoed in the extremely empty room.
He was about to refuse when suddenly a big man pushed through the crowd and walked up to him.
Taking a closer look, he saw that it was his old master in Chu Huai Pavilion.
The man grabbed his hair and pushed him into the water, saying viciously, "You despicable little thing, if you don't learn how to entertain guests, you must die!"
Mo Qiaosheng struggled desperately, and the noisy voices and cold water suddenly disappeared.
He found himself in a dark alley.
There was a woman standing in the alley, shivering, with her hands tightly clasped in front of her chest. She was wearing a torn green cloth that could not cover her entire body at all. Some of her unique female body features were faintly visible in the moonlight. She was looking at him with fear and panic on her face.
Mo Qiaosheng just calmed down.
The woman suddenly turned into Green Sleeves, wearing the same torn green clothes, her body was in a mess, her face was covered in blood, and there was a large area of bright red under her feet.
He stood there and said coldly: "I'm already dead, you lie on the ground and wipe all this off."
Mo Qiaosheng turned around and ran, running desperately in the endless darkness.
I don't know how long I ran, but a little light appeared in the darkness.
It was a small candlestick with warm light that illuminated a small space around it.
The lord sat in the candlelight, concentrating on reading the bamboo slips on the table.
He raised his head and saw the panicked Mo Qiaosheng. He smiled slightly and waved at Mo Qiaosheng.
"Qiaosheng, come, come to me."
Mo Qiaosheng felt his frightened heart calm down instantly.
Yes, I don’t have to be afraid anymore, I have him, I have the lord.
He walked step by step closer to the person who made him feel most at ease in the world.
The man's lips slowly curled up into a wicked smile, and he stretched out his jade-like fingers, placed them on the high collar, and slowly pulled it open.
…
Mo Qiaosheng woke up suddenly. It was quiet outside the window, with only a faint light from the sky.
He lifted the quilt and took a look, and saw that it was dirty.
Turning over, Mo Qiaosheng sat on the edge of the bed and covered his face with his hands.
I will never forgive myself! I will never forgive myself! How dare I dream such a dream!
He didn't dare to recall the dream.
But all those beautiful scenes couldn't help but flash before my eyes.
In the dream, that person was warm and delicate, a woman, who appeared before him in his favorite form.
But I still conquered myself so strongly that I couldn't help but shed tears at the peak of happiness.
Think of the lord as a woman.
This is simply treason! This crime is unforgivable!
Mo Qiaosheng rushed out of the house, went to the well in the backyard, and drew two large buckets of well water.
He poured the cold well water over himself twice from head to toe before he was able to suppress the heat in his body.
This is just a dream. Maybe it was because of what I saw last night and the wine I drank that I had this messy dream. I heard that men my age often have such dreams.
It’s nothing, don’t think about it anymore, never think about it anymore.
He walked back to his room, but happened to run into Cheng Qianye who was about to go out.
"Qiao Sheng?" Cheng Qianye was very happy to see him and smiled at him, "Why are you so wet so early in the morning?"
Mo Qiaosheng took a step back.
"What's wrong?" Cheng Qianye took two steps forward and took his hand. "Your hands are so cold. Did you take a cold shower?"
Mo Qiaosheng took two steps back, and his back hit the wall. He had nowhere to retreat.
His eyes stayed on the pink lips opening and closing in front of him, his throat rolled and he swallowed.
In that dream, it was these lips that bullied me so badly in a domineering and sweet way.
He turned his head and avoided the sight.
"Why is your face red?" Cheng Qianye reached out and turned his face back.
He studied him for a moment.
That seductive voice with a hint of smirk rang in Mo Qiaosheng's ears, "Do you want... me to kiss you?"
Reality is more depressing than dreams.
When that warm breath invaded my lips.
Mo Qiaosheng closed his eyes.
He is the only one in this world, and no matter what he looks like, he can always capture me in an instant.
I had no way to think, no way to struggle, and no desire to struggle.
…
The new army trained for several days in a row.
Yang Lu carried a heavy wooden beam on his shoulders and ran in the middle of the queue, panting.
"I really... I really can't run anymore." He stopped, bent his skinny body, and gasped for breath.
In the past few days, we have been repeatedly training in the morning to assemble and disperse, turn and walk. We keep moving forward under the command of the gongs and drums, which is boring and tiring.
What’s even more terrifying is that starting in the afternoon, the entire team ran dozens of miles out of the city, and the distance increased day by day.
Although the meals were good, with millet rice to fill him up and large pieces of tempting fat as side dishes, he still felt overwhelmed. After a day of training, his hands and feet were shaking badly.
Starting today, the superiors even asked them to start running while carrying heavy logs.
Yang Luhou felt like his lungs were blocked by cotton and he was gasping for breath.
I can’t run any more, I really can’t run any more, let me take a break, he thought.
Yang Sheng passed by him from behind, picked up the wooden beam on his shoulder and put it on his own shoulder.
"Come on, or you'll be kicked out of our team."
He left these words with his back.
Yang Luhou respected and feared Yang Sheng. After hearing this sentence, he was so frightened that he shook his weak legs and barely kept up with Yang Sheng's pace.
"Sheng... Brother Sheng, why do we have to run like this every day? I really can't understand."
"Shut up." Yang Sheng stared fiercely at the front, "Look at that person."
At the front of the long team, there was a man dressed in black, wearing armor heavier than others, carrying two wooden poles on his shoulders, and running firmly at the front of the team with his long legs.
Behind him was the Class C team that won first place in all major exams.
All members of Team C-A followed their captain Mo Qiaosheng in silence and in unison, leaving a large distance between them and the team behind them.
"Follow me, everyone! Are you worse than those slaves who have never had enough food since childhood?" Han Shen, the centurion of the Jiamao team, was cursing. His team was composed of civilian soldiers, so he always looked down upon his team and often said offensive words without realizing it.
The Jiachen team, where Yang Sheng was, was following the Jiamao team. Upon hearing this, they all became more motivated and surpassed the Jiamao team that was ahead of them.
Yuan saw a man passing by him. The man had a scar on his face, a missing ear, and was carrying two wooden planks.
It was that man, the slave who chopped off fifteen heads in his first attempt. It turned out that he had become a centurion.
A Yuan pursed his lips, lifted his almost numb legs, and ran forward faster.
After running 20 miles with a heavy load, there was a sound of wailing on the training ground.
You can sit or lie down, and the wooden planks are scattered all over the place.
Mo Qiaosheng stood on the platform with his hands behind his back, his eyes bright and his body straight, without any sign of fatigue.
"On the battlefield, the more tired you are, the more you must not relax easily. The enemy is most likely to take advantage of this opportunity to kill you." He spoke loudly and ordered the horn to sound, "Everyone line up and assemble."
"I quit!" A fat and strong man in the crowd sat on the ground and shouted loudly.
The man's surname was Li, and he was the centurion of the Jiachou team. At this moment, he was sweating profusely: "What's the point of organizing the team every day? I'm going to fight, not to dance."
A low laugh came from the crowd, and many people looked up at Mo Qiaosheng on the stage with gloating eyes.
This Li Baifu was a nobleman, with a relative who was a high-ranking official in the court, and he was always very domineering. Everyone was waiting to see how Captain Mo would deal with him.
Mo Qiaosheng looked at him coldly and said in a neutral voice: "Li Baifu, I'll give you one more chance. Quickly assemble your team."
Li Baifu lay on the ground, waved his big hand, and said sarcastically: "To answer your question, Captain, it's not that I don't obey your order, but I'm really too tired to get up."
Mo Qiaosheng raised his right hand, and four soldiers from the Bingzi team led by him ran out in unison, grabbed Li Baifu's arms, and dragged him to the platform.
"Mo Qiaosheng! Do you know who I am? How dare you do this to me! Ask this army, everyone knows what kind of person you are!" Li Baifu's eyes turned red with anxiety, and he shouted, "You are not training soldiers at all. I think you were tortured by others at night, so you enjoy tormenting us during the day!"
A soldier escorting him was furious and grabbed a handful of dirt and stuffed it into his mouth to stop him from speaking dirty words.
Li Baifu was still whimpering.
Mo Qiaosheng remained calm and asked the judicial officer beside him, "This man refused to move when he heard about the gold, disobeyed military orders, and slandered his superiors. What crime should he be punished for according to the rules?"
The chief judge spoke in a clear voice: "According to the military regulations of the Jin army, those who do not advance when they hear the drums, and those who do not return when they hear the gongs, shall be executed immediately. Those who disobey military orders shall be caned 100 times. Those who slander their superiors in public shall be caned 100 times. The three crimes shall be punished with the heavier punishment, and the person shall be beheaded in front of the army, and his head shall be displayed for three days."
The captain of Team A was named Han, a relative of Li Baifu. Upon hearing this, he hurried forward and said, "Captain, please show mercy."
He looked around, stepped onto the platform, approached Mo Qiaosheng and whispered, "Captain, you don't know, this man is the brother-in-law of the internal envoy Han. He is a rude and rude fool. I hope you will be magnanimous and not bother with him. For the sake of Lord Han and me, please forgive him once."
Mo Qiaosheng was unmoved: "Before military law, there is no distinction between high and low. As a military officer, how can Han Qianfu take the lead in seeking private interests? This time, I am afraid that I will offend."
He waved his hand.
Two executioners stepped forward, held down the screaming Li Baifu, and slashed with their swords. A huge head rolled to the ground, leaving a glaring red streak in front of the stage.
The whole place fell silent.
The soldiers quickly lined up in silence.
Looking at the black-clad captain on the platform, the legendary beheading became clear in their minds for the first time.
"You, you!" Han Qianfu trembled the muscles on his face and gritted his teeth, "Lord Mo is so proud that he doesn't even want to give face to Lord Zhili!"
"You probably don't know yet, but the current internal eunuch of Zhili is Lord Zhang Fu." Mo Qiaosheng replied coldly, "The Lord you mentioned, let alone that he is no longer in office, even if he was still in office and standing in front of me, I would not sacrifice my personal interests for the sake of public service and disregard military discipline!"
Clap, clap, clap.
There were several rounds of applause at the gate of the school ground.
Cheng Qianye, wearing a golden crown on his head, a crimson robe with a dragon pattern, and a team of personal guards, appeared at the gate of the parade ground with a smile on his face.
She walked up to the platform and raised her hand to ask all the soldiers who were kneeling on the ground to salute to stand up.
Looking at the neat and orderly team on the training ground, Cheng Qianye praised repeatedly: "Well done, Captain Mo."
She leaned slightly towards Mo Qiaosheng and whispered something.
A suspicious blush flashed across Mo Qiaosheng's face and he coughed lightly.
We've been working hard for several days. Let's take a day off tomorrow and go to the hot spring together
Cheng Qianye said this.
So, King Mo Yan, who had just declared that he would never sacrifice public interests for personal gain, suddenly changed his mind and announced that the entire army would have a day off tomorrow.
"The captain is not so cold-hearted. Thinking about our hard work these days, he finally gave us a day off." A Yuan walked with his companions.
"Yes, I finally have a day off. I saved a little money and planned to go to the city to buy some things. I will ask the postman to bring them back to my mother. Do you want to come with me?"
"Can I take something home? Then I'll go with you."
Yang Luhou felt like his legs were no longer his own. He held onto his companion's shoulders and limped back slowly.
By chance, he turned around and saw Captain Mo on the podium talking side by side with his lord.
"Hey, look, Captain Mo is blushing."
"Nonsense, he doesn't even blink when killing people, how can he blush?"
The author has something to say: The title was changed from "The General was Made to Cry Again" to "The General is Always Bullied and Crying". The original title is not quite in line with the rules.
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