Lou Ying chose a career that was very self-interested and beneficial to others. Even if Chi Xiaochi drilled into his tent and carriage every day, he would be considered diligent and hard-working by the soldiers underneath.
At the moment, two people are eating strawberries in the traveling carriage.
The strawberries are exchanged from the warehouse with Chu Ziling's favorability value. As long as they are not taken out, they will be kept fresh indefinitely. They are big and sweet, and they don't need to be washed.
Lou Ying felt cold. After eating two of them, it was enough to taste them. She took off the strawberry stalks, and Yin Hong beautifully filled a plate.
Chi Xiaochi was busy hitting the "Demon Summoning" that he hadn't hit for a few days, so he couldn't let go.
Seven full days have passed since that day.
When Chi Xiaochi woke up, he didn't mention what happened before he was stunned by a card yesterday, as if he had completely forgotten, which made Lou Ying wonder if he had used the memory card with him.
Until Lou Ying inadvertently glanced at the direction of the display screen and found that his ID in "Summon of the Devil" had been secretly changed.
It is no longer "the reflection of the floor into the pond", but Chi Xiaochi.
... The rules are so serious that Lou Ying wants to knock him on the head.
But until the end, he was still not willing, so he had to stuff an oversized strawberry into his mouth to vent his anger.
Soon after, there was a soft knocking sound outside the carriage window.
Chi Xiaochi took the strawberries back into the warehouse, and reached out to lift the curtain of the car.
Chu Ziling rode his horse and walked in parallel with the carriage. He bent over and said, "Young Master, the general sent a messenger to look back at the city. After meeting him on the official road, he said that the general had a letter and sent it to you on the way."
"Where's the messenger?"
"I rushed back to Wangcheng without stopping." Chu Ziling paused, "Looking at the look on the messenger's face, it should be a happy event."
Shi Tingyun was overjoyed, took the letter, and winked at him playfully: "Thank you."
Chu Ziling glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw that the young master was sitting in the shadow, blocking the light from outside the curtain with the back of his hand, and he could see that his brows were slightly frowned and he was not very happy.
Chu Ziling couldn't help but jump in his heart, and he was so terrified: "Master, I will leave immediately."
After being protected by Shiting Yunyin for many years, Chu Ziling never knelt down for three hours.
That day, the rain fell all night long, and the skin on his knees was so full of water that it was soaked white, and the stones on the ground were unusually rough, which made his knees hurt. So far, the wound on his knee has not healed.
Injuries were trivial matters, and most importantly, he had never been so bluntly insulted.
Chu Ziling could not accept this insult in vain.
Since Yu Fengmian was deliberately targeting him, he showed complete fear and retreat from Fengmian, and he did what he wanted, but also told him to find no other reason to do something more outrageous to himself.
And if he insists on finding fault, that's even better.
He, Chu Ziling, was not a nameless person in the army, but also a commoner. He could talk to many soldiers, and the surname Yu took the false title of a son-in-law, but to put it bluntly, he was just a sinner who was once assigned. Without half an inch of military merit, he won glory in vain, and because of his weakness, he could only travel in a carriage, and there was already a voice of dissatisfaction in the army.
As long as he shows his weakness a lot, he doesn't need to say anything, and there will be someone who will be injustice for him.
If this voice reaches the son's ears, either the son will protect him and cause dissatisfaction among the soldiers and give birth to grudges, or the son will become dissatisfied with Feng Mian over time.
No matter what kind of consequences it has, it has nothing to do with him.
He didn't talk behind his back, and he didn't show dissatisfaction. He was thoughtful everywhere, and no one could fault him.
However, Yu Fengmian just stretched out his hand to block the light, ignored him, and just leaned on the soft pillow and read a book, as if Chu Ziling was not worth his glance.
Shi Tingyun lowered the curtain of the car.
After regaining his senses, Chu Ziling's heart couldn't help beating wildly:
This is his chance!
From Zhennanguan to Wangcheng, they escorted grain, grass and luggage, and the march was slow, at least twenty-five days. An expedited fast horse takes three days, and a good pigeon raised by the general's house can fly in two days if it is fast, or two and a half days if it is slow.
Now is the best time for him to do it!
When he arrived at the border town, it would be difficult for him to find another chance to poison Shi Jinghong.
Shi Jinghong is a serious trouble for Southern Border's confidant and must be killed. Moreover, only when he is dead can Shi Tingyun have a chance to ascend.
The opportunity to stop the cloud is equal to your own opportunity.
Thinking of this, he turned his eyes to the front. The thirteenth prince with a straight back was bowing his head, while riding his horse, he was holding a military book in one hand and looking at the cover of the volume that was blown by the breeze. It was when we were chatting yesterday. The book that Shi Tingyun recommended to him.
Chu Ziling had to admit that this person, like Yu Fengmian, was a variable that was not in his plan.
But he still smiled.
Variables used well, is a chess piece.
Even if there is one more thirteen princes, so what
A young man with no prestige and no military power, even if his martial arts are superb, if he dares to advance, he will die.
After all, on the battlefield, Gong Ya does not have long eyes, but he will not recognize him as a royal family member or a commoner.
At the time of his conception, the curtain of the car was pulled back again.
Behind the curtain of the car is Shi Tingyun's happy face: "A Ling, get a pen and paper."
Chu Ziling wisely didn't ask him about the happy event in front of the master: "Yes."
It's nothing more than a border victory or something.
He didn't care how many people died in the southern border, nor did he care how many casualties there were in the Beifu army. He only hoped that the situation in the southern border would not be too bad when his plan was advanced to the most critical step.
He took the pen and paper and the small table, and put them into the carriage. He also took the small wooden tube and waited outside.
Shi Tingyun always responded quickly, but within half an hour, there was the sound of writing down.
"The letterbox."
Chu Ziling submitted it according to his words.
Shi Tingyun waited for the ink to dry a little, rolled the paper thinly, stuffed it into a small letterbox, and closed the twist cap: "Seal."
Speaking of this, Shi Tingyun raised his eyes and noticed a thin layer of sweat on Chu Ziling's forehead: "Forget it, you are tired of running all the time. After you find the seal, seal the envelope with varnish. Let's send it out with a carrier pigeon."
Chu Ziling felt a sudden joy in his heart, and his heart thumped.
Did it go so well
He had planned to roll it on the poisonous ink pad again after stamping on the fire paint. Even if the mark was blurred, it didn't matter. Anyway, sometimes pigeons would smear the fire paint when they rested on the road to drink water, or caught up with the rain.
Unexpectedly, Shi Tingyun would entrust him to do the stamping...
Before he could finish thinking, a cold sound suddenly sounded from the corner of the carriage: "Stop the cloud."
Chu Ziling felt a chill in his heart.
Yu Fengmian…
Who would have thought Yu Fengmian said: "Don't be overjoyed, be more prudent, so as to set an example for the soldiers. Come, tell me what is said in this chapter, and what are your opinions?"
After that, he glanced at Chu Ziling's face:
Still not going to work
Chu Ziling took orders and rode away.
After walking a certain distance, he realized that his palms were covered in sweat, and the wooden tube would be wet.
He wiped the surface of the small wooden tube with his sleeve a few times, and for the first time he failed to hide his joy, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became bigger and bigger.
However, even so, Chu Ziling remained attentive.
He didn't open the small wooden tube to check what was written inside.
He remembered clearly that the letterbox in the General's Mansion was specially made, and there was a small built-in mechanism on the lid of the barrel. When it was completely closed, the small mechanism would automatically open, and a small piece of sharp wood would be generated inside.
From the outside, nothing can be seen. However, if it is closed and then opened, a small scratch will be left on the body of the cylinder that is joined with the cylinder cover, which cannot be erased.
Shi Jinghong was careful, and if he opened the barrel and found another trace, he would definitely be suspicious.
Chu Ziling didn't want to let the long embankment collapse into a small ant nest.
He was acquainted with the personal soldiers who specialize in keeping seals, and he only said that he was ordered by the son, and as he had done countless times in the past, he easily asked for Shi Tingyun's special round seal.
Chu Ziling did not use the square fire paint block that the son had used, but one unlocked the auspicious cloud buckle on the other small box, and took out a brand new fire paint.
It is also a special fire paint made by the General's Mansion. The color, light and shape of this piece are not inferior to the other piece.
Chu Ziling lit the fire.
The flame jumped a few times in his eyes, and the front part of the flame paint began to melt.
Under his somewhat fanatical gaze, a drop of poisonous juice full of poisonous poison fell on the seal of the small wooden cylinder.
Snapped.
The bright red seal fell, and a poisonous seal with the words "Shi Ting Yun" branded with it, was dazzlingly radiated by the sun.
The seal was executed when there was someone by his side, and the personal soldier was always on the side, and he couldn't see the slightest flaw.
Chu Ziling raised his hand, intending to return the round circle seal to the personal soldiers: "It's work."
As a result, when the two of them crossed each other, Chu Ziling lowered his head and put away the lacquer block. With a wrong eye, a miss, Yuanzhang rolled to the ground, stained with some yellow mud.
Chu Ziling was startled and said apologetically, "Sorry, I'll clean it up for you."
Not far away is Qingxi, he naturally took the seal and washed away the poison on the seal little by little.
There was a smile on his lips, as usual.
In the evening, the team was stationed.
When he smelled the fragrance of rice, Chu Ziling, who was hiding in the tent and quietly writing a letter to the Southern Border Civilian, was startled.
He seemed to smell the aroma of lamb.
... It seems that Zhennanguan is really a great victory.
Sure enough, that night, Shi Tingyun paid out of his own pocket, bought sheep from the nearby village, roasted twenty lambs, and made fifty of them, and distributed them to all the soldiers.
If you really want to share this meat, each person will not be able to share much, but it is all that Shi Tingyun can collect in a short period of time.
Dingyuan Victory.
The southern border people who came to attack the city suffered heavy casualties, and none of the five thousand sergeants returned.
"Thank you for your advice!" Shi Tingyun stood on the high platform and pointed with joy at Yu Fengmian, who was wearing a power fence on the side of the platform, "The people of southern Xinjiang used the technique of filling the hao, and quietly brought the wooden raft floating boat. Attempt to cross the moat by force. Sir, offer a plan, observe the enemy's approach, dig a small hole under the city wall, quietly pour oil into the river at night, and take advantage of the wind to set fire, and the enemy who commits the attack will burn him and turn his back on his horse!"
Chu Ziling imagined the scene, with a slightly stiff smile on his face.
This is not obvious on Feng Mian's face, but it is full of black-hearted poison.
And the son's congratulations like this also invisibly built Yu Fengmian's prestige in the army.
Some of the soldiers had not been on the battlefield, and when they heard the good news, they shouted the word "good" to deafening ears.
The land of our country, not a cent!
Standing on the stage, Chi Xiaochi calmed down amid the excitement of the crowd, and jumped to the edge of the high platform, watching the group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old young people chatting and laughing loudly, dancing, and boxing around the fire.
The dignified firelight illuminated their young faces.
At some point in the future, they may turn into indeterminate bones on the scorched earth of war.
Chi Xiaochi wished that the moment they died, they would still dream of a thousand-year-old family and country.
He unscrewed the jug around his waist, took a sip, turned his eyes slightly, and saw the Thirteenth Prince Yan Yuanheng in the continuous firelight.
Yan Yuanheng seemed to be in a daze.
A frivolous whistle came from behind.
Yan Yuanheng thought that Shi Tingyun was calling him, turned his body slightly, and quietly turned his gaze, but found that it was not the case.
Shi Tingyun had already looked in the other direction, and threw the jug to a young soldier with an empty jug nearby. He immediately jumped off the high platform and ran towards Yu Fengmian.
... I didn't even look at him.
Yan Yuanheng's heart was hot and sour again, and he didn't know where the idea came from, which drove him to move forward quickly, standing in front of the young man who took the jug and pointed to the black-gold wine Kettle: "Can I have a sip of your wine?"
The soldier opened his mouth to drink, and when he saw the Thirteenth Prince begging him for wine, he almost poured the wine on his face.
He was flattered, jumped up, put his hands up, and stammered for him to use it.
Yan Yuanheng held the jug, sat down among the soldiers, and asked a lot of things for the first time ever.
After all, they were all of the same age. The soldiers saw that the Thirteenth Prince had no stinky air. Although he spoke in a scrumptious manner, fortunately he did not hang a book bag and could understand it. he.
Yan Yuanheng squeezed the mouth of the wine jug, held it in his arms and did not drink a sip, and did not mention the matter of returning it to the soldiers.
that night.
Chu Ziling added the matter of "be careful with Fengmian" at the end of the letter, confirming that he had made it clear that he had poisoned Shi Jinghong, so he took out the small wooden cylinder that had been hidden beforehand, put the letter paper, and fastened the lid of the cylinder. Well, cover the surface with a forged curved circular print, and then come to the front of the pigeon cage.
The night watchmen in the military tent continued to act as usual, unaffected by the revelry.
Chu Ziling avoided people all the way, came to the pigeon cage, took out the pigeon with the white mark on its forehead, and tied a small wooden tube to its feet.
Footsteps came from behind: "Who's there?"
Chu Ziling turned back: "I. Chu Ziling."
"It's the Major General's valet." The captain of the night patrol didn't know Chu Ziling very well, he only heard his name, and he felt relieved when he heard the sound, "Is there something wrong with coming out so late?"
Chu Ziling's face did not change: "Doing business for the major general."
The captain of the night watch sighed, "Major General worked hard," and led the team away without any doubts.
With his back to several people, Chu Ziling raised the corner of his mouth coldly and let go of the pigeon in his hand.
The pigeon fluttered its wings and flew away.
In such a large military camp, the sound of flying pigeons is not very loud, at least it cannot be transmitted to the main tent.
He stroked the jade pendant on his waist, which was of great significance to him, until the pigeon disappeared within his sight, and then he walked towards the main tent.
… but a small victory.
The real battle in Zhennanguan started with him, Chu Ziling.
However, to his surprise, the two people in the main tent still hadn't fallen asleep.
Chi Xiaochi asked Lou Ying, "Has he released pigeons?"
Lou Ying touched his temple lightly with one finger and focused on another matter, so he could only answer hastily: "Well."
Chi Xiaochi didn't bother him anymore.
Until Lou Ying's body softened down, he lowered his hand and let out a sigh of relief.
Chi Xiaochi hurriedly wiped his sweat: "It's done?"
Lou Ying closed his eyes and panted slightly: "Don't worry. That's the optimal solution of the geomagnetic positioning algorithm."
The way pigeons find their way is different from that of people, and it relies on the subtle magnetic force to identify the direction.
Lou Ying can guarantee that under his interference to the magnetic field, the two pigeons released by Chu Ziling will go where they should go.
After the work was done, Chi Xiaochi also relaxed a lot and patted his shoulder: "I'll go get you something to eat."
It took Lou Ying so much energy to send away the first pigeon that he didn't even have an appetite for dinner.
Before going to bed, he specifically explained to Ashu, asking him to stew a little soup and prepare a few small dishes, which must be lighter.
A hand grabbed his sleeve lightly: "No. I don't really want to eat."
Chi Xiaochi was busy putting on his shoes: "I can't do it without eating. I'll get it for you. What do you want? I asked Ashu to make a few..."
He just got up, but his waist was wrapped by an arm from behind. He couldn't keep his balance and fell down on the bed.
Lou Ying's voice was beside his ears.
It was clear that the sound had no substance, but Chi Xiaochi had the real feeling of being touched and caressed by the sound.
"Now?" Lou Ying smiled and put his head on his back, "...I just want my best solution."