"This is what the king wants, I can do it."

Although the commander did not believe in the great benefits of instigating Gongxiqiu, he knew very well the consequences of disobeying Zheng Qiao's orders.

Furthermore, this battle has been fought long enough.

Once you win the first prize first, how can you lose the benefits?

The commander spoke, but the soldiers dared not speak anymore.

However, when I thought about working with the barbarian who only knows how to fight fiercely, I felt a little unhappy.

Two flowers bloom, each with one branch.

In the Geng Kingdom, King Yu was ruled by the rule of the king.

"Ah, I owe—"

A loud sneeze sound can be transmitted from the left wing to the right wing.

"Who is thinking of me?"

The young man with hair was walking with a relative unrecognizable step. He clamped his right arm with a ferocious and majestic cushion under his right arm and walked straight through the front porch. He was blown by the wind on the way and couldn't help but sneeze. He raised his hand and rubbed his nose, throwing the cushion to the servant.

The deputy officer quickly followed him.

"You sit down and stand to block my light."

Gong Xiqiu waved at him.

The official had to sit down and think about how to speak.

The young woman with a graceful figure walked into the front hall with a hot drink: "General, please use it."

The official squeezed out a smile and thanked him.

Although this girl is just a dancer whom Gong Xiqiu's adoptive father rewarded her a year or two ago, she followed Gong Xiqiu and did not have the name of a concubine, but she was alone in the backyard chores. She was very favored and was considered half a mistress to outsiders.

It's pillow-style...

As a subordinate, he was also afraid.

A woman who offends her boss is equivalent to offending her boss.

Gong Xiqiu was too lazy to pay attention to what strange things he had in mind, and asked: "Can there be other military affairs today?"

He has always been in charge of war and military affairs. In addition, he has no real power and has few things, so he usually leaves it to someone to take care of him. In this way, his adopted father and brother are relieved, and Gong Xiqiu is happy to be idle. Practice is much more fragrant than dealing with documents.

The official shook his head: "No."

Gong Xiqiu tilted his head and drank a cow, and drank a cup of dryness in one sip.

"What are you doing when you're fine?"

The official was stunned when asked, with helpless expressions and a little expectant: "Major General, have you received news of going to war?"

Gong Xiqiu was so idle that he crossed his legs.

Throw snacks into your mouth.

"No, why, you heard the news?"

Unlike the master of playing bad things, the official is quite professional. He either practices military training or is on the road to military training every day. Gong Xiqiu is a little more leisurely, and he shows a look of "The Major General will waste his force if he rests," which makes people feel tooth-ache.

The first person to take the lead in the introductory scrolling.

The official sighed and frowned.

"Major General, what should I do?"

The generals don’t fight, and they sit on the bench in the rear every day, waiting for mold to grow mushrooms? But his major general is not enthusiastic about this. In his words, he is a group of soft-legged shrimps on the front line, which cannot withstand his efforts and waste time.

Gong Xichou looked at him and wanted to frown and asked, "What's wrong? A sword will naturally be unsheathed when it's time to unsheath, unless the sword-holder has a sharper choice. It's not interesting to run to the front line to fight, and Mama is not here."

Fighting with a group of weak chickens is of no use to practice.

The official was stunned by him.

Gong Xichou: "Today I went to court, I heard a group of old court officials sitting there and talking, such as who had taken more concubines, whose son was committing trouble, which court officials were having a big maid's stomach during the filial period of their parents. No one mentioned this. I think the front line is very stable, and you won't be able to use your general for a while. You have to be idle and have nothing to do with me to play with me..."

Alas, it's really boring to have no playmates.

The servants are not good at skill and are tired of being abused too much.

Official: "..."

What is he here to do today?

He was determined to persuade his major general to "act coquettishly" with his adoptive father, and he would definitely be able to transfer him back to the front line. After all, a brave warrior was born for the battlefield. Sitting in the back all day long to beat beads with his servants is a waste of resources and will also make outsiders ridicule.

However, his major general didn't care.

He was caught and beaten with beads for an afternoon.

In the end, he wouldn't have a meal.

The official is angry and helpless.

Finally, the "maid" sent him out.

The official said earnestly: "If you have the opportunity, please advise the major general more. A real man should make a great contribution to the world."

The woman smiled bitterly inside and had to agree on her face.

“This is nature.”

The winter day is particularly short.

The sky was just dark, and the candlelight lit up in the front hall.

The young man who had been tying the beads for a while was sitting casually flipping through the difficult and difficult book script. The contents of the book script were written in the foreign languages ​​unique to the young mother's family. It is said that if you still recognize this kind of text today, you can count them with both hands.

The woman found that the young man looked particularly steady at this time, as if the childish beads were another person in the afternoon.

Gong Xiqiu raised his eyes: "No need for anyone, go down."

The woman hesitantly refused to leave: "There is something..."

Gong Xichou put down his hand and wrote a script.

“That’s right.”

The woman then explained: "The mansion cleared a batch of eyeliners, and the staff was not enough. I wanted to go out to find a few suitable ones this morning. I accidentally met a benefactor who had been kind to my servant... When he saw that his benefactor was in trouble, he took his own initiative and secretly took it in..."

Seeing that the woman looked different, Gong Xiqiu guessed that the identity of the "benefactor" was afraid of some problems: "Male?"

The woman was born in Xiaocheng.

It is really troublesome for a man who is involved in Xiaocheng.

Ten [eight] nine are the fish that escaped the net of the disaster, hidden in the mansion, and to the point of being a big deal, hiding the prisoner.

However, he had time to know a woman.

I know she is not a sensible person.

So she waited patiently for her to continue explaining.

The woman indeed shook her head: "No, it's a female family member."

Gong Xiqiu's expression was a little gentle.

The serious situations of male and female relatives are completely different, and the Gongxiqiu is much more tolerant of the opposite sex than the same sex.

"Where are people?"

"It's hiding in my servant's room." She paused and said softly, "I was very injured. The girl was originally from a general, but her father was defeated once... There is something, I want to confess to you, her father... seems to be a defeated general under the general..."

"In this case, you will take good care of it. When her injury is healed, make plans. The house has complicated eyeliners and is not a safe place to go. Maybe after a while, I will be transferred to the front line again. If I can't take care of you, I have to keep a backup as soon as possible."

Gongxi Qiu did not mean to eradicate the roots.

Battlefield confrontation only determines the outcome.

A dignified man is a hero who has lost his support and suffered all the hardships. What kind of hero is he?

A woman has a deep blessing.

"Thank you, General."

After half a month, Gong Xiqiu's daily life was still the same.

I check in in the morning and yawn and listen to gossip.

Sleep in the afternoon, make beads, and compose music.

Practice at night.

The only disharmonious thing in the mansion was that a servant and maid who got up at night said that in the middle of the night, they would see something like a snake shadow jumping past, scaring them to half of their souls and seven spirits.

I looked closely and saw nothing.

Gong Xichou pinched the seven inches of the little snake on the beam.

The latter was filled with literary spirit in his hands, and then stretched into a light green elegant letter. Sniffing lightly, you could smell some sweet fragrance that made people confused. Gong Xichou had a cold face, and held the candlestick in his other hand and looked carefully, looking at it ten lines at a glance.
To be continued...