lcionline Chapter 402 He's really poisoned.
Chapter 402 He's really poisoned.
"Deputy General Meng, where is the lord?"
Berger reined in the horse and looked ahead at Meng Benbo, asking a question.
Meng Benbo glanced at Berger, his face darkening with anger, "I don't know, don't mention that bastard to me! I've never seen an official like that in my life!"
Berger raised an eyebrow, glanced at Meng Benbo with some surprise, and then smiled as if she understood something. "What's wrong? Did Vice General Meng run into a brick wall with the lord again?"
Meng Benbo, panting heavily with annoyance, complained with a feeling of utter grievance and frustration, "The lord is so heartless! I just ambushed over 20,000 troops of Tiansheng, and I had planned to ask him for credit with the brothers. But before I could even speak, he directly criticized me to my face, saying that my thoughts were dangerous and that I would be the first to be dealt with during the rectification campaign when the war starts! All I did was suggest going to Da Zhou to take a look. How am I considered having dangerous thoughts...?"
Meng Benbo rambled on and on, pouring out all his grievances to Berger.
Berger couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Deputy General Meng, you're not thinking about having the master introduce you to His Majesty the Northern Emperor again, are you? You should wait until we conquer the Heavenly Saint Imperial City before you go and claim credit from His Majesty the Northern Emperor yourself!"
"What about our lord? I heard the other day that he secretly asked His Majesty the Northern Emperor to find a suitable match for Young Master Mo. Do you think His Majesty might just bestow the title of King upon Young Master Mo? If our lord could also whisper some words in His Majesty's ear, hehe..."
Meng Benbo started having sweet dreams again.
Berger ignored him and rode forward, saying, "Keep dreaming. I need to settle the brothers and go find the master!"
With that, he sped off into the city.
As the sun rose in the morning, Berger found Lady Sikong in the most luxurious restaurant in the city. When he found her, she was still half asleep, and the table was a mess of cups and plates.
Berger woke the sleeping Lord Sikong, who was rubbing his sleepy eyes and looking out the window. Seeing that it was already bright, he quickly washed up and said to Berger, "Vice General Meng has already informed me of the situation. This battle went fairly well. The main force of Ganzhou City is no longer there. After a short reorganization, we will immediately set off for Tiansheng Imperial City. I have already sent spies to make contact with the Great Zhou army at the front, so you must recover your strength as quickly as possible."
"Yes! Your lord!"
Berger replied, "Sir, how many men do we need to leave to garrison Ganzhou City?"
"Leave 3,000 behind. Let the wounded stay here to recover. Bring over a few more doctors from the city."
The people of Ganzhou are quite tough. When I called last night, I saw them marching and demonstrating. In particular, they were cursing Sikong Jin. If you listen carefully, the old people were telling the children that Sikong Jin was a very vicious monster who was not only ugly but also ate people!
She has fought many battles along the way and won them very well. Logically speaking, Lord Sikong should think that she should be the beautiful war goddess in the hearts of these people... Oh, no, she should be the handsome and majestic war goddess. How come she has been spread like this by the high-ranking officials of Tiansheng?
This was something the proud Lady Sikong could not bear. After thinking about it, Lady Sikong suddenly realized the importance of the correct dissemination of cultural knowledge. She felt that when she met Emperor Beizun, she must mention this matter to him. Who knows, if she could not make it in Dayong in the future, she could go to Dazhou and not become that damned empress, she could still become prime minister!
"Furthermore, see who in the city dares to speak ill of me, or who dares to rebel. Arrest them all and teach them a lesson!"
Thinking of this, Lord Sikong was extremely annoyed.
"My lord, doing this will make the people think you are a cruel and tyrannical commander..."
"I don't care what they think. Just do as I say!"
Lord Sikong said impatiently, "This great war over the ownership of the world is not over yet, let alone governing the world. At any time, there is always a distinction between playing the villain and playing the good guy. If he wants to be a wise ruler for all ages, then I will have to play the villain."
"Alas, besides, it seems we are still far from that point! We don't even know if we can leave alive after the war ends... Lord Bei, there is something you need to do immediately. Inform the soldiers to prepare half a month's worth of rations and tents. Travel light, rest for an afternoon, and we will set off for Tian Sheng Imperial City this evening."
Before Berger could even process the various meanings implied in Sikong Jin's words, Sikong Jin had already changed the subject, almost leaving her completely bewildered.
What is good and evil? Does a wise and benevolent ruler have to be an evil person?
What a complicated feeling!
Berger hesitated for a long time before replying, "Oh, yes, sir! I'll take care of it right away. Oh, by the way, sir, what about Vice General Meng..."
Berger recalled Meng Benbo's aggrieved look in front of the city gate.
“His awareness is starting to falter, so don’t follow his example. Alright, go and do what I told you to do.”
Lord Sikong flicked his sleeve, gesturing for Berger to leave, then walked to the window and pushed it open—
The streets below have been cleaned, and it's a rare sunny day.
I wonder how Di Beizun is doing? And what about Xiao Mo?
Lately, whenever I have a moment of free time, I can't help but think of him, wondering what he's doing? Eating? Sleeping? Or directing operations?
I'm really poisoned!
This is insane!
Thinking about it, Sikong Jin couldn't help but raise her hand and tap her head, inwardly scolding herself for being so calm, having such leisure to think about such sentimental things during a major battle...
She didn't know when she started worrying about these things, especially after she had sex with him. His image kept swirling in her mind, even late at night, and he was still calling out to her in the middle of the night.
"Your Majesty, I would like some water!"
As a result, she reached for the water from the bedside table without even opening her eyes and drank it herself.
Sigh, I never knew I could have such tender feelings. Every time I calm down and think about these things, I can't help but feel a slight tightness in my chest, and if I delve deeper, it becomes a suffocating sense of oppression.
What's wrong with her?
She took a deep breath and remained silent for a long time before raising her head to look at the azure sky outside. After hesitating for a moment, she suddenly pulled out a map from her sleeve, opened it, suppressed her sudden and chaotic thoughts, and began to examine it carefully.