Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Lou Ying chose a career that is very self-interested and beneficial to others. Even if Chi Xiaochi gets into his tent and carriage every day, the soldiers below will think that he is diligent and hardworking, working day and night.

At this moment, two people are eating strawberries in the moving carriage.

Strawberries are exchanged from the warehouse with Chu Ziling's favorability points. As long as they are not taken out, they will keep fresh for an unlimited time. They are big and sweet, and you don't need to worry about cleaning them.

Lou Ying's body was cold, so let's just eat two and taste the taste. He took off the stalks of the strawberries and filled the plate beautifully. While reading a book, he raised his hand from time to time and fed them to Chi Xiaochi one by one.

Chi Xiaochi was too busy playing "Summon of the Demon God", which he hadn't played for a few days, and couldn't take his hands off.

Seven days have passed since that day.

As soon as Chi Xiaochi woke up, he didn't mention what happened before the card knocked him out yesterday, as if he had completely forgotten it, making Lou Ying a little suspicious that he had also used the amnesia card by the way.

Until Lou Ying inadvertently glanced at the direction of the screen, and found that his ID in "Summon of the Demon God" had been secretly changed.

It is no longer "the reflection of the building into the pond", but a small pond.

... The rules are so serious that Lou Ying wants to knock him on the head.

But until the end, he was still reluctant, so he had to stuff a big strawberry into his mouth to vent his anger.

Not long after, there was a light knocking sound from the carriage window.

Chi Xiaochi took the strawberries back to the warehouse, and stretched out his hand to lift the curtain of the car.

Chu Ziling rode a horse, walking alongside the carriage, bent over and said, "Young master, the general has sent a messenger back to the city. After meeting him on the official road, he said that the general has a letter and he will send it to you along the way."

"Where's the messenger?"

"I rushed back to Wangcheng without stopping." Chu Ziling paused, "Looking at the expression 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 at it from the corner of his eye, and saw the young master sitting in the shadow, blocking the light from outside the curtain with the back of his hand, and he could see that he was frowning slightly, not very happy.

Chu Ziling's heart couldn't help jumping, and he showed a certain degree of fear: "Master, I will leave immediately."

Protected by Shi Tingyun for many years, Chu Ziling has never knelt for more than three hours.

That day, the rain fell all night, and the skin on his knees was soaked with water and turned white. The stones on the ground were extremely rough, which made his knees painful.So far, the injury on his knee has not healed.

The injury is a trivial matter, the most important thing is that he has never suffered such a straightforward insult.

Chu Ziling couldn't suffer this insult in vain.

Since Yu Fengmian aimed at him intentionally, he showed complete fear and avoidance towards Fengmian, which fulfilled his wishes, but also made him find no other reason to do something more outrageous to him.

And if he insisted on finding fault, that would be even better.

He, Chu Ziling, was not an unknown person in the army, but also came from a commoner background, so he could get along well with many soldiers, while Yu, who was surnamed Yu, held the false title of a son-in-law, but to put it bluntly, he was just a sinner who had been assigned. Without an inch of military merit, he won glory for nothing, and because of his frailty, he could only travel in a horse-drawn carriage. There were already voices of dissatisfaction in the army.

As long as he shows weakness, he doesn't need to say anything, someone will take his place.

If this voice reaches the young master's ears, either the young master will protect him, which will cause dissatisfaction among the officers and soldiers, or cause dissatisfaction with Fengmian as time goes by.

No matter what kind of consequences it leads to, it has nothing to do with him.

On the one hand, he doesn't gossip behind his back, and on the other hand, he doesn't show dissatisfaction. He is thoughtful in everything, and no one can fault him.

However, Yu Fengmian just stretched out his hand to block the light, ignored him, and just leaned on the soft pillow to read, as if Chu Ziling wasn't worth his extra glance.

Shi Tingyun lowered the car curtain.

After regaining his senses, Chu Ziling's heart couldn't help beating wildly:

This is his chance!

From Zhennanguan to Wangcheng, they escorted food, grass and luggage, and marched slowly, at least 25 days.An urgent fast horse takes three days, but a good pigeon raised by the general's mansion can arrive 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 a chance to poison Shi Jinghong.

Shi Jinghong is a serious problem in Nanjiang's confidant, he must be killed, and only after he dies can Shi Tingyun have a chance to rise to the top.

Shi Tingyun's opportunity is equal to his own opportunity.

Thinking of this, he turned his eyes to the front. The thirteenth prince with a straight back was bowing his head. He was holding a book of war with one hand while riding his horse. Looking at the cover of the book that was blown by the breeze, it was just yesterday when he was chatting. The book 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 brightly.

If variables are used well, they are pawns.

Even if there is one more thirteenth prince, so what?

A young man with no prestige and no military power, even if his martial arts skills are superb, if he dares to advance boldly, he will be dead.

After all, on the battlefield, Gongshi doesn't have eyes, so he won't recognize him as a relative of the emperor or a commoner.

While he was thinking about it, the car curtain was pulled open again.

Behind the car curtain was Shi Tingyun's joyful face: "A Ling, bring a pen and paper."

Chu Ziling was smart enough not to ask him what kind of happy event he had in front of the son-in-law: "Yes."

It's nothing more than border victory or something like that.

He didn't care how many people died in the southern border, nor how many casualties the Beifu army had. He only hoped that when his plan reached the most critical step, the situation in southern border would not be too bad.

He took a pen and paper and a small table, put them into the carriage, took a small wooden tube, and waited outside.

Shi Tingyun always replied quickly, but in less than half an hour, there was the sound of writing down from inside.

"Postbox."

Chu Ziling submitted it as he said.

Shi Tingyun waited for the ink to dry slightly, rolled up the paper, stuffed it into a small letter box, and closed the twist cover again: "Seal."

Speaking of this, Shi Tingyun raised his eyes and noticed the thin layer of sweat on Chu Ziling's forehead: "Forget it, you are tired from running this trip, after you find the seal, seal the envelope with sealing wax. Send it out with a carrier pigeon."

Chu Ziling was suddenly overjoyed, and his heart jumped.

Is it so smooth?

He originally planned to roll the poisonous ink pad again after the sealant was stamped. Even if the stamp was blurred, it didn't matter. Anyway, the pigeons sometimes stopped to drink water on the road, or caught up with the rain, and the wax would inevitably be smeared.

Unexpectedly, Shi Tingyun would entrust him with the task of stamping...

Before he could finish thinking, there was a cold voice from the corner of the carriage: "Stop the cloud."

Chu Ziling felt a chill in his heart.

Yu Fengmian...

Who would want Yu Fengmian to say: "Don't be overjoyed, be more prudent, so you can set an example for the soldiers. Come, tell me what is said in this chapter, and what do you think?"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Chu Ziling's face:

Don't go to work yet?

Chu Ziling took the order and drove away on horseback.

After walking a certain distance, he realized that his palms were covered with sweat, and the wooden barrel was almost soaked.

He wiped the surface of the small wooden cylinder with his sleeve a few times, and for the first time he couldn't hide his joy, and the smile on the corner of his mouth grew wider and wider.

Even so, Chu Ziling remained 12 points careful.

He didn't open the small wooden tube to check what was written inside.

He remembered clearly that the letter box in the General's Mansion was specially made, and there was a built-in small mechanism on the cover of the box. After the cover was fully closed, the small mechanism would automatically open, and a small piece of sharp wood would be formed inside.

From the outside, there is no clue.But if it is closed and then unsealed, a small scratch will be left on the body of the cylinder that is joined to the lid, which cannot be erased.

Shi Jinghong was careful, if he opened the barrel and found another trace, he would definitely become suspicious.

Chu Ziling didn't want the thousand-mile long embankment to collapse in a small ant's nest.

He was acquainted with the personal soldier who specially kept the seal, and he only said that he was ordered by his son, so he easily got the round seal dedicated to Shi Tingyun like countless times in the past.

Chu Ziling did not use the square of wax that the young master had used, but undid the auspicious cloud button on the other small box one by one, and took out a brand new square of wax.

It is also a special sealant made by the General's Mansion. The color, luster, and shape of this piece are not inferior to those of the other piece.

Chu Ziling lit the torch.

Flames jumped a few times in his eyes, and the front part of the wax began to melt.

Under his fanatical gaze, a drop of venomous juice dripped hot on the seal of the small wooden tube.

Snapped.

The bright red seal fell down, and a poisonous seal with the words "Time Stopping Cloud" was branded on it. Under the sunlight, it emitted a somewhat glaring light.

The affixing of the seal was carried out when there were people beside him, and the personal soldier had been standing by the side all the time, without any flaws being seen.

Chu Ziling raised his hand, intending to hand back the arc-shaped round badge to the soldiers: "Thank you."

As a result, when the two intersected each other, Chu Ziling lowered his head and put away the piece of wax paint. He misunderstood or missed, and the round badge rolled to the ground, stained with yellow mud.

Chu Ziling was startled, and apologized, "I'm sorry, I'll help you clean it."

Not far away was Qingxi, and he naturally took the stamp and washed away the poisonous poison on the seal bit by bit.

There was a smile on his lips, as usual.

In the evening, the team settled down.

When he smelled the aroma of rice, Chu Ziling, who was hiding in the tent and quietly writing a letter to the Southern Xinjiang civil official, was taken aback.

He seemed to smell the aroma of mutton.

...It seems that Zhennan Pass is really a great victory.

Sure enough, that night, Shi Tingyun paid out of his own pocket to buy sheep from a nearby village, roasted twenty lambs, fifty lambs, and distributed them to all the soldiers.

If this bit of meat was to be divided, each person would not be able to share much, but it was all that Shi Tingyun could collect in a short period of time, and the soldiers would not care about it, and they all rejoiced.

Great victory in Dingyuan.

The Nanjiang people who came to attack the city suffered heavy casualties, and none of the five thousand soldiers returned.

"It's thanks to the master's advice!" Shi Tingyun stood on the high platform, and pointed to Yu Fengmian who was wearing a fence on the side of the platform with joy, "The people in southern Xinjiang used the technique of filling the creek, and quietly transported wooden rafts and floating boats. Attempt to cross the moat by force. Mister offered a plan to observe the enemy’s approach, dig a small hole under the city wall, quietly inject oil into the river at night, and take advantage of the wind to set fire, so that the enemy who invades in the future will burn himself and turn his back on his back!”

Chu Ziling imagined that scene for a moment, and the smile froze slightly on his face.

This is not obvious on Fengmian's face, but it is full of evil intentions.

And the young master's big celebration also invisibly built up prestige for Yu Fengmian in the army.

Some of the soldiers had never been to the battlefield, and when they heard the good news, they also shouted the word "good" deafeningly.

The land of our country is not given up!

Chi Xiaochi, who was standing on the stage, calmed down amidst the excitement of the crowd, jumped and sat on the edge of the high stage, watching the group of young people who were only seventeen or eighteen years old talking, laughing, dancing, and punching loudly around the fire.

The dignified firelight illuminated their young faces.

They may turn into amorphous bones on the scorched earth of war at some point in the future.

Chi Xiaochi wished that when they died, they still had the dream of their family and country for thousands of years.

He unscrewed the flagon at his waist, took a sip, turned his eyes slightly, and saw the thirteenth prince Yan Yuanheng in the continuous flames.

Yan Yuanheng seemed to be in a daze, and stared at him for a long time, then turned away unnaturally, and started to walk away.

A flirty whistle came from behind.

Yan Yuanheng thought that Shi Tingyun was calling him, turned his body slightly, and quietly looked sideways, but found that it was not the case.

Shi Tingyun had already looked in the other direction, threw the flagon to a young soldier nearby who was empty, and immediately jumped off the high platform and ran towards Yu Fengmian.

...and didn't even look at him.

Yan Yuanheng's heart was hot and sour, and he didn't know where the idea came from, driving him to move forward quickly, and stood in front of the young man who had picked up the time-stopping wine bottle, pointing to the black-gold wine bottle. Hu: "Can I have a sip of your wine?"

The soldier opened his mouth to drink, and when he saw the thirteenth prince begging 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.

Yan Yuanheng held the jug, sat down among the soldiers, and asked a lot of questions for the first time.

After all, they were all of the same age, and the soldiers saw that the thirteenth prince had no airs, and although he spoke politely, but fortunately he could understand without hanging his book bag, so they gradually warmed up to him, and even tore a leg of lamb for him. he.

Yan Yuanheng pinched the spout of the jug, held it in his arms without drinking, and never mentioned the matter of returning it to the soldier.

that night.

Chu Ziling added the matter of "be careful of Fengmian" at the end of the letter, confirming that he had explained clearly about Shi Jinghong's poisoning, he took out the small wooden tube that had been hidden in advance, put away the letter paper, and buckled the lid of the tube Well, stamped a forged curved circle on the surface, and came to the pigeon cage.

The night watchmen in the military tents still acted as usual, unaffected by the carnival in the slightest.

Chu Ziling avoided people all the way, came to the pigeon coop, took out the pigeon with the white mark on its forehead, and tied a small wooden tube to its foot.

Footsteps came from behind: "Who's there?"

Chu Ziling turned around: "I, Chu Ziling."

"It's the major general's valet." The captain of the night watch didn't know Chu Ziling very well, he only heard his name, so he felt relieved, "You came out so late, what's the matter?"

Chu Ziling didn't change his face: "Do things for the Major General."

The night watch captain sighed, "Major General has worked hard," and led the team away without any doubts.

With his back turned to them, Chu Ziling raised the corner of his mouth coldly, and let the pigeon fly away.

The pigeon flapped its wings and flew away.

In the huge military camp, the sound of flying pigeons is not very loud, at least it is impossible to reach the main tent.

He caressed the jade pendant on his waist, which meant a lot to him, until the pigeon disappeared within his sight, before walking towards the main tent.

...just a small victory.

The real battle at Zhennanguan started with him, Chu Ziling.

However, what he didn't expect was that the two people in the main tent hadn't fallen asleep yet.

Chi Xiaochi asked Lou Ying: "Did he let the pigeons go?"

Lou Ying touched her temple lightly with one finger, focused on another matter, and could only respond hastily: "Yes."

Chi Xiaochi didn't bother him anymore.

Until Lou Ying's body softened down, she lowered her hands and let out a long breath of relief.

Chi Xiaochi hurriedly wiped his sweat: "It's done?"

Lou Ying closed her eyes and panted slightly: "Don't worry. That's the optimal solution of the geomagnetic positioning algorithm."

Pigeons know their way differently from humans, relying on subtle magnetic force to identify directions.

Lou Ying can guarantee that under his interference with the magnetic field, the two pigeons released by Chu Ziling will go where they should go.

The matter was done, Chi Xiaochi also relaxed a lot, patted him on the shoulder: "I'll get you something to eat."

Sending away the first pigeon had already exhausted Lou Ying's energy so much that he didn't even have an appetite for dinner.

Before going to bed, he specifically asked Ah Shu to make some soup and prepare some side dishes, which must be light.

A hand gently grabbed his sleeve: "No. I don't really want to eat."

Chi Xiaochi was busy putting on his shoes: "I can't do without food. I'll get it for you. What do you want? I asked Ah Shu to make a few..."

He just got up, but his waist was encircled by an arm from behind, he couldn't maintain his balance, and fell down on the bed.

Lou Ying's voice was next to her ear.

Obviously the voice has no substance, but Chi Xiaochi has the real feeling of being gently touched by the voice and caressing his ears.

"Now?" Lou Ying smiled and put her head on his back, "...I just want my best solution."