After a day and night of cleaning up the battlefield, Bianzhou City opened its four gates to welcome the allied forces.
On this day, colorful battle flags covered the sky, and various princes gathered their troops and marched into Bianzhou in a mighty force.
Mo Qiaosheng led his team and waited silently in the shadow cast by the city wall.
The slave army is large in number and there is no need for them to enter the city. After respectfully escorting their lord into the city, they will be divided into groups and stationed in the open space outside the city.
When a large flag embroidered with the word "Jin" fluttered by, Mo Qiaosheng couldn't help but stick his head out to search for the figure.
Not long after, one saw dragon-shaped swords being drawn, and elite soldiers and generals accompanying an eight-bar carriage covered with a canopy coming over in a mighty procession.
Sitting lazily on the carriage was a young lord with a golden crown on his head and a handsome face.
He leaned slightly sideways, listening to the attendant who was accompanying him.
A handsome attendant, holding the sedan chair in his hand, followed with a slightly red face. He said something, and the Marquis of Jin Yue began to laugh softly.
Mo Qiaosheng's eyes followed his sunny smile all the way.
"Is that the Marquis of Jin Yue? He really seems to be a gentle master." Ah Feng stood beside Mo Qiaosheng and said slightly sideways.
"Are you fantasizing about becoming his slave? Don't be silly. For people like us, life and death are at the mercy of fate. How can we have the right to choose our own lives?"
Ah Feng's harsh voice rang in my ears.
However, the words "become his slave" were like a seed that was instantly planted in Mo Qiaosheng's humble heart, and even a pitiful sprout immediately emerged.
The Marquis of Jin Yue seemed to look over here unintentionally, and Mo Qiaosheng couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
Will that lord see me
No, no, with so many people around, how could he possibly see a slave like me
But the prince who was sitting high up in the sedan chair seemed to smile at him, nodded, and even raised his finger slightly to signal.
Mo Qiaosheng clenched his hands and lowered his head.
He felt the budding of delusion in his heart, like a vine in the wilderness, growing wildly and tightly binding his entire heart.
This master not only provided me with food and clothes, but most importantly, he did not force me to do the things that I hated the most.
He was so gentle, considerate of my physical weakness, and took care of me in every way.
He even respected the dignity of a slave and did not take off my clothes even when applying medicine.
If I am lucky enough to become the slave of such a lord, I will swear allegiance to him until death.
pity,
These are all delusions.
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Cheng Qianye sat in the swaying sedan, boredly listening to Xiao Xiu saying something to amuse him beside him.
Cheng Qianye thought, being a privileged class is really good, with so many people carrying you when you walk, and beautiful attendants always by your side, trying their best to make you happy.
But I really don’t like fighting wars, being a lord, and fighting for territory.
My hobbies are playing the piano, going to bars, bullying my brother, and at most making a little money.
My God, when will you let me escape from this life where the goal is to dominate the world and return to my modern society full of vulgarity? Can't I just hand over the system pointer obediently
In the crowd that was as dense as ants, Cheng Qianye saw a familiar figure. His clear and bright blue outfit stood out among the turbid colors.
It was the slave from the night before, and he was also looking at me.
Although Cheng Qianye has not yet figured out why some individuals have such beautiful colors.
But it is rare and fascinating.
Just as people are naturally attracted to beautiful things, Cheng Qianye couldn't help but be kinder to such people.
Cheng Qianye raised his hand slightly as a greeting to him.
He lowered his head. Was he shy
It's so pitiful and cute.
In such a dense crowd, he was the only one whose color was both beautiful and eye-catching, which made me notice him at a glance.
It is like a huge gem that makes it almost impossible to look away.
Cheng Qianye touched his chin and said, I want to get him to my side.
She said to Xiao Xiu, "Go find out what that old pervert, Weibei Hou, likes besides men."
After entering the city, Cheng Qianye first grabbed a piece of land for himself with beautiful architecture and pleasant environment. It was said to be a princess's mansion of the previous dynasty.
Since I have already seen that Lu Yao is not sincerely by my side.
Cheng Qianye was too lazy to pretend to be affectionate with him, so he simply sent him to handle the chores, leaving only Xiao Xiu to serve him, so that outsiders would not think that Gongzi Yu's temperament had changed too much.
Lu Yao was obviously more interested in the newly appointed title of "General Manager of General Affairs" than the title of "The Lord's No. 1 Male Lover".
He quickly threw himself into his new position with great enthusiasm, and made Cheng Qianye's daily life comfortable and well-organized.
Unfortunately, Cheng Qianye currently has no time to enjoy the luxurious life of ancient aristocrats.
She was not allowed to participate in any military meetings, big or small, convened by Li Wenguang.
These men were so excited by the victory that they discussed military affairs and tactics day and night.
Someone suggested advancing by land and sea simultaneously, forming a pincer attack, heading straight for Haojing and regaining the lost territory in one fell swoop.
Someone suggested dividing the troops into three groups, supporting each other and gradually expanding the base area.
The argument was heated.
Cheng Qianye couldn't understand what was being said, and couldn't leave.
But she really didn't want to fight this kind of war that made no sense to her.
So she said that she could lead her troops to stay and defend the city, consolidate the base in the rear, and provide security for the front line.
The princes were stunned for a moment, and then praised her in unison for her uprightness, consideration of the overall situation, and her loyalty.
But Cheng Qianye clearly saw that there was an emotion rising behind everyone, the kind of emotion that only appears when you see an idiot.
Cheng Qianye smiled, but complained in his heart:
Go and grab your own territory. Ever since I inexplicably traveled through time and space here, I've been hanging myself and fighting, it's a mess without a moment's peace.
Wait until you all get out of here, so that I can calm down, take a break, and sort out what the hell world I've been transported to.
She came out of the conference room, and her staff member Zhang Fu followed behind her. With his usual gentle face, he asked, "Why does the lord want to lead my troops to stay in Bianzhou?"
In her heart, Cheng Qianye actually liked Zhang Fu very much, even though she knew that Zhang Fu looked down on her.
In the memories she inherited, this Zhang Fu was indeed a resourceful and famous scholar, who at a young age was the most trusted aide to the old Marquis Wei of Jin.
Cheng Qianye had just arrived and was at a loss everywhere, but in fact he really hoped to get some sincere help from someone like this.
And the amethyst-like color on his body really made Cheng Qianye like it.
So Cheng Qianye always subconsciously tried to please him, hoping that he would like her more slowly.
At this time, she couldn't say that she wanted to rest and was afraid of fighting.
So she stammered, "I think that although the allied forces are numerous, their morale is not united. Although they have won the battle temporarily and their morale seems high, it is hard to say if the battle line is long. It is better for us to occupy this Bianzhou, take steady steps, improve the people's livelihood and city defense of this city, and incorporate it into the territory of our Great Jin. That will be enough."
Zhang Fu raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a little surprise, "I see, my lord is indeed a man of foresight, I cannot compare with him."
Cheng Qianye let out a long sigh. He knew that Zhang Fu didn’t agree with what she said.
But the feeling of contempt and disdain that always lingered around him at least did not deepen because of his nonsense.
For someone who was just an ordinary white-collar worker before traveling through time, the problems he needs to face and solve now are so numerous and confusing that he doesn't know where to start.
She could only entrust important tasks such as military supplies and logistics to Xiao Jin, the only person she could trust.
Then he placed his favorite people, Helan Zhen and Yu Dunsu, in charge of the soldiers' training.
Of course, Cheng Qianye does not dare to move the positions of the veteran generals left behind by Marquis Jin Wei easily.
Although many of them were like Zhang Fu, respectful to Cheng Qianye on the surface, they actually showed disdain in their hearts from time to time.
But this is not their fault, because the brother that Cheng Qianye replaced turned out to be an unreliable good-for-nothing.
These things can be done slowly.
Right now, the most important thing for Cheng Qianye is a trivial matter.
She can't ride a horse.
In this war-torn age, it was unacceptable for a lord of a vassal state not to know how to ride a horse.
Although Gongzi Yu was a drunkard and a womanizer who was neither good at literature nor martial arts, and his riding skills were not very good, he could at least ride a horse.
And if Cheng Qianye always sat in a sedan chair, or couldn't even climb onto a horse at a critical moment, she would be exposed.
Therefore, as soon as she got out of the meeting, Cheng Qianye quietly selected a few followers, took her yellow horse, and went to an open space outside the city to practice riding.
This yellow horse was the mount left behind by the old Marquis Wei of Jin, and was a well-known fine horse that could run a thousand miles.
It has fish eyes, a thin head, a long body with dragon patterns, and shiny yellow hair all over, dotted with plum-shaped white spots. It looks very handsome.
Cheng Qianye is a modern person who knows nothing about riding.
She overlooked a key issue—the more handsome and wild the horse is, the less suitable it is for a novice.
With the help of her followers, she finally climbed onto the back of the tall horse. As soon as she put her feet into the stirrups, the yellow horse rushed out at lightning speed.
Cheng Qianye was so frightened that he threw all the riding tips behind his head and hugged the horse's neck tightly.
There were chaotic shouts coming from behind.
"My lord, hold on to the reins."
"Hold the horse tight."
"Quick, come and rescue the lord!"
There was the sound of the wind whistling in my ears, and on both sides there were scenes rushing back.
Cheng Qianye no longer cared about his image and shouted, "Help!"
Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of a dark shadow flying by the side of the road.
The black figure ran as fast as he could, chasing closely behind the galloping horse, and gradually shortened the distance between the man and the horse. He got closer and closer, and finally arrived at Cheng Qianye's side.
The man was so fast that he could run at the same speed as the horse. He stretched out a big hand, grabbed the reins of the yellow horse, tightened the reins, and slowly slowed down. Finally, he pulled his hand back and pushed the ground with his feet, forcing the fierce horse to neigh and stop.
Cheng Qianye was helped off the horse by a strong arm. Her legs and feet were weak, her heart was pounding, and she took a long breath before she calmed down.
Only then did he see clearly that the man who came to rescue him was the slave Mo Qiaosheng.
At this moment, he was wearing a black double-breasted short jacket and kneeling on one knee in front of him. His eyes, as bright as stars, were looking at him with concern.
Cheng Qianye survived the disaster and gave him a forced smile while stroking his chest.
Mo Qiaosheng clasped his palms in front of his forehead and prostrated himself.
Cheng Qianye's servants just caught up at this moment.
They surrounded Cheng Qianye, some supporting him, some brushing off the dust, and some asking worried questions, all revealing their genuine concern.
But in Cheng Qianye's eyes, most of these people had a more or less iron-green color rising from their bodies.
That kind of iron-blue color that Cheng Qianye is very familiar with recently, representing disappointment and contempt.
There was only this slave in front of him, crawling in the dust, with a clear blue glow and a soft orange-red lingering around him.
Silently showing the unexpressed worries and concerns of the owner of this soul.
Cheng Qianye bent down, took his hand and helped him up.
"Thank you." She thanked him sincerely, thought for a moment, and asked, "Do you want to come to me? Be my slave?"
She saw Mo Qiaosheng's lips slightly open, and his eyes brightened in an instant.
There was no need for him to answer, Cheng Qianye already knew the answer.
Because she saw the color that symbolized strong desire rising up like a flame in front of her.
He likes me so much.
Cheng Qianye said goodbye to Mo Qiaosheng with a little joy.
She changed to a thin and docile horse belonging to her servant and planned to ride a few more laps.
When I get back, I will go find that old fellow Bei Weihou and ask him what conditions he wants in order to sell Mo Qiaosheng to me. She thought so.