Chapter 208 Good Seduction is fruitless
In this way, two or three months will pass quickly. During this period, foreigners also occasionally attacked, but they were all sneak attacks. The troops under the command of the two generals of Ximen are disciplined and guarded, and the patrols are extremely heavy, and the thief soldiers can't get well. Once, a beggar sat on the horse in person and threw around with a 16-ring fine steel strange weapon. The cat really touched the mouse and wrapped several prisoners' necks and almost broke it on the spot. The enemy has never seen such a terrible weapon to kill, but retreated and fled without a fight.
Although he won this time, Simon Moyi no longer let her go to the battlefield. The reasons are as follows: "Too unsafe. Others can't see it. Don't I know? You all rely on luck. However, things on the battlefield are changing rapidly, and accidents are irrevansable. This time, you took a 16 ring, and they went back to make and study it themselves, and found that it was just a fancy man. Next time you won't be able to take advantage of it."
The beggar was not convinced and said complaedly, "I am called insatiable soldiers. The speed of their manufacturing research is not as fast as my innovation and improvement. When they are proficient in 16 rings, it is estimated that I will pierce twenty-four short halberds on the balls, forming iron thorns, one by one like bombs, and blow them up them into hedgehogs, crying for father and mother, and fiasco.
Simon Moyi was quite helpless and said, "The war is not for you to play."
The beggar smiled and said, "This is the art of fighting."
Ximen couldn't argue with her, so he didn't say anything. The old general knew the reason and moved with emotion, and analyzed the beggar. At the same time, pat her chest to ensure that her creative talent will arrange specific professionals to practice and will not be buried.
Although the founder can play it himself, the effect may be more surprising. However, the two generals did not support her to go to the battlefield. They also said that her posture of weapons was too strange and out of place, which distracted the attention of her soldiers, so they let her boldly say, "A man should be a shroud of horse leather" and "If the thief does not shovel it, why should she do her home?" They resolutely refused to approve her request to fight in armor.
The beggar has nothing to do. I had to sit in a tent and watch the battle.
When she saw that the weapons she had painstakingly developed were made to be nondescript and powerful, she was so anxious and heartbroken that she wanted to jump out and scold many times.
Fortunately, Simon silently warned first: "If you ignore the order and mess up the military discipline, I will definitely send you back to the Central Plains!" This words powerfully hindered the beggar's anxious delusion. It may be good to return to the brothers and sisters of the Central Plains Beggar Gang. She can even incite them to fight. How powerful she is to be a handsome general of this team. But she is not without reason. Even if Prince Zhao withdraws his troops, the secretly monitoring of the Water Margin Xianzhai will not be relaxed. How can she make the "bandits" in the eyes of the royal family fight? Being labeled as an "intention to rebel" by an scheming person will not pay off, and it may also implicate the old general and Ximen's silence.
Alas, let's be her behind-the-scenes munist. In the planning strategy, every time you watch a battle, all kinds of wonderful plans and omissions are recorded. In each battle, she can summarize a long story. She stringed bamboo slips together and gave it a literary name "Battlefield Notes". If the situation is peaceful in the future, it will definitely stimulate many people's interest and make Luoyang paper expensive and earn a bucket of gold.
After entering the world for so many years, I found that everything is false. Making a lot of money and living a plain and stable life is the way to last.
The grass on the distant mountain has withered and turned yellow.
The beggar looks high. The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the frost is cold, and the Qiang tube is sad. The old general played the "Fisherman's Pride" again, and the beggar couldn't help crying and touching his heart.
"But are you homesick?" The old general expressed his condolences.
The beggar shook his head. The old general tentatively said, "But do you miss the person you like?"
The beggar wiped away his tears and squeezed out a smile: "Where is the person you like?" Like the major general, I come and go without concern.
At this point, there is an unknown pain in my heart. He swallowed it and said, "The general played well and brought my tears out."
"Only the brothers here can hear the meaning of this song. Those who are immersed in the rich and noble hometown and gentle nest can only listen to the sound of peace and prosperity. The old general sighed.
The beggar nodded: "I'm not the same person, why should the general sigh? This song can only be played by you, a general who has been fighting for half of your life.
"Your clever mouth is really getting more and more attractive." The old general praised.
The beggar smiled and said quietly, "Since the old general has known that I am a daughter, why don't you expose me?"
The old general was stunned and immediately laughed, "If I expose you, can you become a man? Are you willing to leave? Will the righteous son make it difficult for you? Will the military heart be stable? In this case, let nature take its course. How can I be unhappy?
The beggar admired his frankness and couldn't help laughing.
The old general then took out a flute and said, "Who said that the men in the field are ruthless? This flute will send you a chat to relieve your feelings. You don't know that these many thoughts can slowly flow out along a flute and a piece of music and release your heart.
The beggar took it over and looked at it very much. Unlike ordinary purple and emerald colors, this flute is a simple color of yellowed poles, carved with flat down geese, which are coarse and delicate.
Try to play it. The sound of the flute is clear and the sound is melodious. Through the vast night sky, it falls on the hearts of the sleeping barracks.
The old general said, "Woth, can you put down everything in the past?"
The beggar didn't know why he came here to ask, and said in a voice, "There is nothing in my arms. They all dispersed with the wind."
The old general nod his head and said, "It's so good. Very good."
The beggar is puzzled. Does this have anything to do with the mind? If only by letting go can she live well and the people around her can live well, is there any other choice?
When Ximen in the tent heard the sound of the song, he also put on his clothes and got up. He saw the two of them and said, "Where did I say the flute sound come from? It is very different from that played by my father. It turned out that you were here to talk to your father.
The old general laughed and said, "This little girl and I are sympatheting and forgetful friends."
"Father, do you know all about it?" Simon Moyi seemed to be surprised and expected to ask this sentence.
The old general nodded and said, "With my keenness, you can smell it even if you sneak into a spy, not to mention a delicate girl."
Ximen said silently, "Thanks to my father for his kindness and careless."
"My son, I don't trust anyone." The old general patted him on the shoulder, and the two had a tacit understanding.
The beggar had a feeling that outsiders were left out. He quickly interrupted and said, "No, no! Only the old general trusts you, and I also trust you! Major General Ximen is such a good person, the mountains are boundless, and the winter thunder shocks the summer rain and snow, and my trust in you will not change!"
The old general was silent for a long time and patted her on the head and said, "Little girl, do you know the words 'death for confidants'?"
The beggar nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Why don't you know?"
The old general looked at Simon Moyi and sighed, "Yi'er, what do you have to say to this crazy little girl?"
"No." Simon said silently.
"Really not?" The old general inspired, "For example, do you feel very happy to see her? Did you miss her when you didn't see her? Do you feel very excited to be with her?"
Ximen said casually, "She is very interesting."
The old general was speechless. After lure for most of the day, he came up with such an uncentered sentence. Did he guide the problem?
The old general coughed and did not give up. He continued to ask, "Isn't she cute?" When she was cute, did your heart move with her cuteness? Do you have a strange feeling different from usual when you are with such a funny and lovely girl?
The beggar's blood, with his words getting cold and hot, is about to get a rash on his skin. What kind of trick is this general's father playing? Is it evil? Thinking of this battlefield, no one has collected the white bones in ancient times, and the new ghosts are annoyed by the old ghosts crying. Although there are so many brave warriors, they can't get rid of the strong evil spirit of death. If the old general is really evil, it is really not easy to do.
The more the beggar thinks about it, the more frightened he becomes. Just as he was about to prepare some measures just in case, Simon said silently, "My heart has been beating. If there is anything wrong, there will be nothing wrong."
It's really stupid. This father and son are simply strange.
The old general was slightly disappointed to see that his son was dead, so he asked the beggar, "You think the righteous son is very righteous, right?"
The beggar nodded. The old general asked again, "People are stable because of righteousness, right?"
This is far-fetched. Maybe. The beggar nodded again.
The old general said, "Only when a man is stable can he be affectionate, so it is worth entrusting him for life. Are you right?"
The beggar gave a thumbs up and said, "Truth. Speaking of my heart."
The old general said happily, "To sum up, do you admit that Yi'er is a person who can be entrusted for life?"
The beggar's eyes were pure and said, "I am willing to fight in the frontier for a lifetime and be a good partner with Major General Ximen."
The old general coughed sharply, and the muscles on his face beat, and he could no longer calm down.
Ximen Moyi was very surprised and said, "Father, father! What's wrong with you? Do you have a stroke? Do you want to invite the doctor to come over?
"I think it's probably evil. I can't cure a stroke. I'm the best at it. The beggar turned around and scooped a bowl of water, rolled up his sleeves and said, "It's not too late. It's not easy to delay. Let's cure the evil first."
"Father is in excellent physique and unlikely to have a stroke. But he has been in a trance recently, and he is most likely to bump into something. Simon Moyi thought so and cooperated, "What do you need? I'll get it for you."
The beggar thought deeply and said, "Water spraying the face is the best way to exorcise evil spirits. But I don't think it will work for the old general. I need to add more material.