Promotion and fortune in Song Dynasty

The moment he met Lu Ci's gaze, Di Qing unconsciously showed a standard smirk under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Just now, the solemn and mighty young general who was so indifferent and alienated that he refused to be seen thousands of miles away, the frost on his handsome face suddenly melted, his eyes were shining at a certain place, and he suddenly smiled with a silly face...

The contrast was so great that the common people around were dumbfounded.

Lu Ci also had a panoramic view of the scene of the wolf cub being milked. Although he had expected it, he still couldn't help laughing.

Compared with Di Qing who was in a daze, he reacted very quickly, and immediately turned around in time before the others followed his dazed gaze, got up and went downstairs.

As soon as Lu Ci's figure disappeared behind the window, Di Qing immediately came back to his senses.

He restrained his instinct to rush towards his father-in-law immediately, put the small sachet containing Jin Ruyi in his arms properly, and ignored the enthusiasm of the people in the city, straightened his face again, and let go of the rein without hesitation Urge the horse.

Once he earnestly showed the ability to fight in and out in the formation and come and go freely, he would be as easy as a fish swimming in this crowded crowd.

Everyone was still in a daze, and when they thought they were dazzled, they just felt a push coming from around them.

After they took a step back involuntarily, there was only one figure flashing in front of their eyes - that was the little remnant left behind by Di Qing riding his horse and leaving the crowd.

After deftly avoiding the crowded crowd, Di Qing had no scruples and galloped in the direction of the government office, arriving there in a short while.

However, he stopped his horse when he was still a dozen or so steps away from the gate, and with a sudden force on his waist, he jumped off the horse's back. After holding the rein in his hand, he began to look around.

Not long after, Lu Ci, wearing a veiled cap and riding leisurely on horseback, appeared from the other end of the long street.

"I thought you'd be blocked for a while," facing Di Qing who was leading the horse and trotting to meet him, Lu Ci also got off the horse and walked side by side with him with a smile: "I don't think it's so easy for you to get away. "

Di Qing pursed her lips in embarrassment.

On this street where people come and go at all times, it is not easy for him to hold the hand of his sweetheart, but he is full of joy and has nowhere to rest. After thinking about it, he can only restrain his empty hand on his chest hidden in the sachet, Pressed lightly.

It seems that this way, the violent heartbeat like a drum can be calmed down a little bit.

"You know, Han Chen," Lu Ci caught his small movements from the corner of his eye, and deliberately jokingly said, "According to the rules of my Lu family, as long as he accepts my betrothal gift, Han Chen will be mine."

Di Qing couldn't hold back the smile on his face anymore, and whispered: "It's already been."

After saying this, his own face became hot first.

He was worried that he would not be able to bear the new round of ridicule from his lover, so he quickly changed the topic and said, "Grandfather is busy with business, how come he has time to meet at the city gate?"

"I still need to ask?" Lu Ci said slowly, and naturally stretched out his right hand to hold Di Qing: "I have been alone for more than 20 years, and I finally got a raccoon slave who has a heart-to-heart... No matter how many things, no matter how busy people are, , I will definitely be able to spare a while to welcome the triumphant return of my little general."

Di Qing honestly let Lu Ci lead her, without saying a word, but her ears were already turning red.

After entering the government office, under the benevolent gaze of a group of officials, Lu Ci held Di Qing openly and led him all the way to the inner room.

Because the friendship between him and Di Qing is not brotherly, but better than brotherly brotherly, and he is generous and magnanimous, so that everyone is not surprised when they see it, and even a little envious.

Even if Di Qing's outstanding achievements have proved his impressive strength, who knows that the rise of such a talented man and his unimpeded career are absolutely inseparable from Lu Ci's dedicated support over the years?

After entering the inner room, Lu Ci asked Di Qing to sit down first, and then ordered the servants to prepare some soup for meals, and asked them to bring it later.

After explaining all this, Lu Ci covered the door with his own hands.

When he turned around, he saw Di Qing silently moved the chair to the seat next to his, and couldn't help laughing: "I haven't seen you for a long time, but my big raccoon slave is becoming more and more clingy."

Di Qing didn't say a word with a guilty conscience, but his behavior was unequivocal, and he sat down immediately.

Lu Ci knew his little thoughts, so naturally he wouldn't open his mouth to drive him away.

He shook his head with a smile, poured Di Qing a cup of hot tea before taking his seat, and asked about the recent battle in a leisurely manner.

When it comes to business, Di Qing straightened his face immediately, and solemnly told what he saw and heard after the expedition.

Lu Ci nodded from time to time, and even if he had any doubts, he only wrote them down with a pen and paper without interrupting the other party.

Seeing that Di Qing's mouth was parched, he refilled tea a few times in time.

Only when Di Qing mentioned that he saw a Song army building a city on the former site of Kuancheng, so he deliberately bypassed it to lure away the pursuers, Lu Ci smiled and nodded, appreciating: "Soldiers are expensive and fast, and your whereabouts are uncertain, so I can't send you Someone made a special trip to inform you. But when I gave the order, I was thinking of you and I have a good understanding, and you should be able to understand it immediately when you see it, and it is indeed the case."

Di Qing was overjoyed, and was about to say something when the hot soup that Lu Ci ordered someone to prepare for his bath had already been boiled by the servant and served.

Hearing a few light knocks on the door, Lu Ci winked at Di Qing, who immediately understood, subconsciously showing a business-like face.

After the wooden bucket filled with hot fragrant soup was carried in, the officials put away the change of clothes and filled the round table with dishes before leaving.

"I won't wait for you," Lu Ci said suddenly, "I'll eat first, you go take a bath."

Di Qing didn't doubt that he was there, nodded, and then took off his dusty robe.

Just as he was about to enter the wooden barrel, he suddenly felt something, and he couldn't help turning around hesitantly, and he was looking at Shang Luci with undisguised admiration.

Di Qing was clearly able to bathe in the underground river openly with the soldiers, but he was inexplicably embarrassed to be stared at by his lover holding chopsticks with a smile.

With his back to Lu Ci naked, he froze in place at a loss, and after a while he begged for mercy in a hoarse voice: "... Gongzu."

Lu Ci pretended not to know, seeing Di Qing so embarrassing, he raised his eyebrows naturally, his eyes were full of smiles, the corners of his lips raised slightly like a smile but not a smile. The breath came out at once.

"Why, is it possible that Hanchen still feels stiff when he takes a bath in front of me?"

Lu Ci knew the reason and asked: "I just want to check carefully to see if Han Chen has followed the agreement, and he has to complete everything."

The so-called agreement is naturally the one that the two of them made before parting, even if they took the lead in the charge, they still need to protect themselves.

Di Qingming knew that Gongzu was teasing him, but he was powerless to fight back because of the teasing and gentle gaze, and begged for mercy in a low voice again: "Gongzu!"

He didn't know what he looked like, and when he fell into Lu Ci's eyes, he was like a big tiger that was extremely ferocious to the outside world. Because he was careful not to hurt his sweetheart, he retracted his sharp claws, and only dared to use the soft pads in his palms. Just as cute as shoving.

It would be strange if he would agree.

"If you don't go in again, be careful of the cold." Lu Ci was unmoved, and urged the old god on the ground: "You and I have bathed together before, so we shouldn't be so shy?"

He was not as aggressive as before, he just smiled and tasted the dishes on the table, while raising his eyes from time to time, admiring the smooth and healthy body of the shy little lover, which can be called a pleasing sight.

Di Qing had nothing to do with deliberately teasing his grandfather. After begging for mercy to no avail, he could only blushed and stepped into the barrel silently.

He is tall, and it is impossible to hide all of it in the not-so-high wooden barrel—even if he is soaked cross-legged, he will still reveal a strong shoulder and arm, and that long but red neck.

Small drops of water are dotted on the wheat-colored skin, reflecting a faint glow, and the faint scars on it are looming, like the pattern on a smooth and smooth cheetah, full of the charm of strength.

Under the vague gaze, Di Qing scrubbed his body stiffly, at a very fast speed.

The water was still hot, so he scrubbed his whole body clean, rushed out of the water, wrapped it in a towel, and quickly put on his clothes.

Lu Ci waited for him to put on his clothes and sit down at the round table pretending to be nonchalant. When he was about to eat, he slowly put down his chopsticks and said with a smile, "Thank you Hanchen for your hospitality."

These words came out of nowhere, even though he knew there was a 'fraud', Di Qing couldn't help but raise his head and cast a questioning look.

"In the past, I didn't know what' fresh skin is so moist, and beauty is delicious'." Lu Ci, who considered himself an old bacon, said calmly: "Now, I understand."

——He has been serving dinner with Di Qing's 'beautiful look' just now, can't he thank Di Qing for his hospitality?

Di Qing: "..."

Even if he had been prepared for a long time, his face was still flushed red after the sudden realization.

After teasing Di Qing to his heart's content, Lu Ci finally mercifully let him go.

Tasting the dessert, smiling while watching Di Qing bury his head in the storm, sweeping away most of the dishes on the table and the two buckets of rice that he deliberately left untouched, he handed over the plate of soufflé biscuits.

Although Di Qing didn't like this kind of sweet and greasy food, but the one handed by his grandfather was quite different, so he took it without saying a word, one bite at a time.

Lu Ci was in a good mood, and before he asked, he took the initiative to explain why he invited him here, and finally said: "...Instead of calling Xia Song and others to ruin General Cao's hard work, it's better for me to take this burden , at least it can be viewed by those who are capable.”

Between words, Lu Ci made no secret of his disdain and contempt for Xia Song, and Di Qing didn't feel anything wrong. He just nodded in agreement, then shook his head and said, "Grandpa is too modest. With Gongzu sitting in town, he is actually a leader on the Eastern Front. Great help."

"It's because you think too highly of me. When it comes to marching and fighting," Lu Ci shook his head with a smile, "How much weight do I have, do you know better than me?"

To Lu Ci's surprise, after hearing this, Di Qing reported a series of numbers without thinking.

It was a confident and fluent report - Di Qing always hugged and hugged his beloved grandfather, didn't he still not know what the weight was?

In his opinion, what Gongzu said really underestimated him.

Lu Ci was taken aback for a moment.

He and the serious Di Qing looked at each other for a moment before realizing that what the other party reported was his...weight.

Isn't it just to object to his phrase 'I don't know how many catties and taels'?

Lu Ci didn't know whether to laugh or cry, facing Di Qing, who was rarely serious with him, he had no way to refute.

The author has something to say: Xia Song is simply a super despicable villain, how despicable it is, I will explain in detail later (because it is too long), here is only a short paragraph (if this is Song History 3):

Xia Song, courtesy name Ziqiao, was born in De'an, Jiangzhou (now part of Jiangxi).Born in 985 AD, he is 54 years old now.His father's name was Xia Chenghao, and he was a martyr who died in a night battle with the Khitan people, but no one knew Xia Song's real life experience, because he was originally an abandoned baby that Xia Chenghao picked up on his way to work one winter morning.

To put it simply, he started his career with poetry and prose, and was favored by his father's sacrifice for the country. He was promoted step by step. It’s a big talent with little use.”He himself was also very unhappy, he was unwilling to deal with barbarians of other races, even when he was ordered to go to Khitan as an envoy, he would cry bitterly.

Crying very impassionedly. "Righteousness does not surpass the sky, it is difficult to worship in the sky; the ceremony is like a pillow, and I can bear to hear the sound of barbarians." I hate barbarians, they are enemies of the world, bow down to their kings, and talk to their courtiers, I can't bear it!So say nothing.

Relatively shameless, but compared to his despicability in the future, this is nothing.