Chapter 84 Female General (1) In the north of the city, there is Qingxi View. The lights were dim and the aroma of medicine drifted from the stove. Dongfang Zhentian suddenly opened his eyes, turned around and saw the boy transformed by Jiang Chuixing lying next to him, and slowly felt relieved. She heard the crackling sound of firewood burning and quietly turned her head to look over. I saw a Taoist priest wearing a black Taoist robe sitting on the futon. He looked to be only twenty-four or five years old. His long hair was tied into a ponytail, but the ends of his hair were gray-white. Dongfang Zhentian thought to himself: Hair should start to turn white from the roots, how come the tips turn white? it's wired. He holds a fly whisk in his left arm, and holds a palm in front of his chest with his right hand, with several rings of Buddhist beads wrapped around it. The Buddha bead is completely black, and the golden Buddha mantra on it emits a soft halo under the oil lamp. He closed his eyes slightly and recited the Great Compassion Mantra. "The labor and management must be starving." Dongfang Zhentian closed his eyes and opened them again. When the man heard the noise, he turned his head slightly, with a gentle smile on his fair and handsome face: "Are you awake?"
Dongfang Zhentian said "Yeah" in a daze, and his eyes swept around him. He didn't mind Dongfang Zhentian's rudeness at all. He got up and went to take down the earthenware pot from the fire pit. He took out two bowls of yellow millet porridge and put them on the small table in front of the bed: "Can you get up?" "Yes." Dongfang Zhentian struggled to get out of the bed, hissed, and quickly got in again, shaking his body. The man smiled crookedly and handed the bowl to her: "It's a little cold on the mountain, so you can eat it in bed." Dongfang Zhentian said embarrassedly: "Thank you for saving us..." While the two were talking, Jiang Chuixing frowned slightly and suddenly sat up from the bed. He saw the girl holding a bowl and looking over in surprise. "Be a bastard and scare the boss!" "Huh." Jiang Chuixing thought Dongfang Zhentian was calling him to eat, so he naturally took the bowl from her hand, slurped up his food, and said vaguely, "Thank you." Before Dongfang Zhentian could get angry, another bowl was suddenly stuffed into his hand, and then he cursed in a low voice. After the two finished a bowl of millet porridge, they felt warm in their stomachs and finally felt alive. "I don't know..." Dongfang Zhentian glanced at the Buddhist beads in the Taoist priest's hand and hesitated, "What do you call the Taoist priest?" "The poor Taoist is pure and weak." Among the ten Taoist priests, there must be one named Qingxu, right? Such a popular name is a bit inappropriate for such a special Taoist priest. The two climbed out of bed and bowed respectfully to Taoist Master Qingxu: "Thank you, Taoist Master, for saving your life." "It's late at night and you're heavy, please get back under the quilt and warm yourself up." Qingxu Daoist Changxu helped the two of them up and heard Jiang Chuixing's stomach growling, "You've been hungry for too long. Don't eat too much at one time. You can eat again after an hour. eat." Jiang Chuixing's face turned red: "Okay." Taoist priest Qingxu smiled kindly. The two huddled under the quilt to warm themselves for a while. Dongfang Zhentian couldn't hold back his curiosity: "Taoist Priest, where are we now? Are we far from the capital?" Taoist Priest Qingxu sat by the fire pit, the warm firelight reflected on his jade-like face, and his whole figure seemed to be covered with a layer of soft holy light.
"This is Qingxi Temple, only seven or eight miles away from the capital of Qu State." He raised his head and looked at Dongfang Zhentian, "Do you have any relatives in the city?" For some reason, Dongfang Zhentian felt that the other people would not fall too far away, and would most likely be in the capital. When they get better, they will definitely want to look for them, so he said: "Yes, but I don't know where they are." Taoist Master Qingxu didn't know what he was thinking of. He sighed and looked pitifully: "Then you can live here with peace of mind." "Well..." Dongfang Zhentian was drowsy and forced his eyelids open, "Thank you, Taoist Priest." "Continue to sleep." Taoist Priest stood up and went out. Dongfang Zhentian turned over and found that Jiang Chuixing had already fallen asleep carefree. She was so angry that she kicked him over. Jiang Chuixing opened his eyes suddenly and reached out to touch the knife on the bedside out of habit. Instead of touching the familiar handle, he slapped a warm object with his palm. He was stunned for a moment, and in a blink of an eye, he saw that his hand was covering Dongfang Zhentian's face. The expression on the girl's face under the palm was as gloomy as if a storm was about to come. "Jiang Chuixing! Sooner or later, labor and management will kill you!" Dongfang Zhentian gritted his teeth. Jiang Chuixing felt that he was wronged: "Who told you to kick me suddenly! You brought it upon yourself, why did you kill me? It's so unreasonable!" Dongfang Zhentian said in disbelief: "You can actually sleep in a foreign monk's place. What should you do if you are in danger?" Jiang Chuixing yawned: "Anyone can strangle us to death now. Even if there is danger, there is nothing we can do. What can we do if we struggle a few more times? Go to sleep and stop thinking about everything." To put it mildly, he has a kind of freedom and ease that puts life and death at a loss. Dongfang Zhentian kicked him again angrily: "A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water." Jiang Chuixing moved to the side. "Get back here, labor and management, there's a leak!" Dongfang Zhentian said angrily. Instead of coming back, Jiang Chuixing wrapped himself in a quilt. As a result, the two began to compete for the quilt, and they fell asleep after fighting for it. The next morning, the General's Mansion. A low-key carriage with a green shed stopped at the door. A tall woman in plain clothes with white hairpins on her temples entered the house from the side door, and was led to the inner courtyard by a woman. Yan Chusheng lay helplessly on the bed and sat for confinement. He entered Chenjie to eliminate Chenhe's obsession. What is going on now? So when I heard that Mrs. Xiao was coming to visit, I immediately asked someone to come in. The visitor's name was Xiao Hongfan, who was a close friend of the original girl. Because she was the only daughter in the family, she got a son-in-law, and her life was pretty good. Unfortunately, her husband-in-law also died during the attack on Xiao Chen. Judging from the information provided by Guiyilou, this Chen Jie is like a real small world, huge and real. However, in Yan Chu's view, as long as the dust core exists, the world will definitely revolve around a certain person. Find out the context. It is not difficult to find this person by following the clues. After all, things that can affect the survival of the small world are by no means trivial. "Madam, Mrs. Xiao is here." Yan Chen turned around and saw a woman in plain clothes raising her hand to move the curtain and entering. Xiao Hongfan has a heroic face, a pair of eyes that are like paint, and her gaze is clear. She is a very special woman. "Why are you so thin?!" Xiao Hongfan's eyes were filled with water.
The original person was usually a delicate person, but Yan Chen couldn't imitate him, so he had to pretend to be shocked and depressed: "Sit down and talk." Xiao Hongfan sat directly on the edge of the bed. Without any consolation, he just said: "Anan, I am going to take over the Xiao family army. Can you be my military advisor?" "Huh?" Yan Chen perked up, but a hint of doubt appeared on his face at the right time, "You take over the Xiao Family Army? Don't they object?" The scope of "them" is very wide, they can be courtiers, Xiao family soldiers, or the emperor... From the memory of the original person, it can be seen that there are very few precedents for women to hold power in Qu State and even the entire world. "It is the will of the Holy One. The cost of destroying the Xiao Chen Kingdom this time is extremely high. The Holy One is warlike and the generals in the court have long been outnumbered." Xiao Hongfan's eyes dimmed and he sighed, "Pingzhang should not have died. He should not have died." It’s for me…” (End of this chapter)