latelenovela Chapter 101 How about a duet of qin and xiao?
Chapter 101 How about a duet of qin and xiao?
Mei Ruhua smiled faintly, a rare occurrence on her face. "They went to a meeting at the General Office and gave us the day off."
The Minister of Works shrugged, waved the document bag in his hand, and sighed enviously, "Your reserve officers have it so easy. All you have to do every day is watch those new recruits train, drink tea, and read books. I'm so busy!"
As he spoke, he walked forward helplessly, but his cunning eyes glanced at Meng Benbo, who seemed to want to say something but hesitated.
"My lord, are you heading back to your residence immediately?"
Mei Ruhua gave Meng Benbo a look, and the two of them quickly followed, one on the left and one on the right.
"Sir, I'll take the document bag for you!"
"No need, those are all classified documents, you can't touch them!"
"It's alright, sir, I won't open it."
'Ouch!'
Mei Ruhua kicked Meng Benbo and kept giving him meaningful glances.
Meng Benbo reached out and touched the spot where he had been kicked, glared at Mei Ruhua, and then chased after her. "My lord, I have heard that you are well-versed in military strategy and have unique insights into the understanding and application of various tactics and strategic deployments."
Lord Sikong narrowed his eyes, looking at Meng Benbo with a half-smile, and nodded slightly, saying, "Actually, it's not as amazing as you make it out to be. For someone who's used to playing Warcraft and Starcraft, it's nothing."
I bother!
He didn't mean to compliment you at all. Look at that smug smile of his; he has no sense of humility whatsoever!
Mei Ruhua glared at Lord Sikong inwardly and cursed him in her heart.
"What is Warcraft? StarCraft?"
"Oh, they are two military treatises!"
"Well, sir, you have the day off tomorrow. Could you come to the reserve office of the Commandant and give a tactical theory lesson to those new recruits? Those greenhorns admire you immensely after hearing about your great victory at Malanpo. In their hearts, you are a towering hero! Most importantly, you are close to their age, so it's easier to communicate with peers!"
Meng Benbo and Mei Ruhua were both having a terrible headache. A few days ago, when they reported to the reserve command, their superiors directly assigned them to a new recruit company, ordering them to train as quickly as possible and join the reserve battalion.
Those new recruits were all naive country bumpkins, completely illiterate, and utterly incapable of communicating with each other regarding tactical theory. It was only then that they remembered Sikong Jin; back in Malan City, he had a knack for dealing with those uneducated recruits!
"What? Giving a lecture?" Lord Sikong raised an eyebrow in surprise, pondered for a moment, and then shook his head. "No, I'm very busy. I have a lot of official business to handle. Besides, Lord Zhu was recently targeted by Lord Fang for gambling. She demanded that Fatty write her a 10,000-word self-criticism and copy the official code of conduct ten times. It's due tomorrow. I felt sorry for him and agreed to write that 10,000-word self-criticism for him... As you all know, I'm always very considerate of my subordinates. We share hardships together!"
"My lord, this is no problem at all. Let Lieutenant General Mei write it for you; it can be done in one night! But, my lord, I didn't know you had become so kind-hearted? Are you running a fever today?"
“Yes, sir, please agree. I will write this letter of self-criticism for you…” Mei Ruhua replied.
fart!
Who knows what trouble they've gotten themselves into this time? Every time this corrupt official gets into trouble, he makes them take the blame while acting like he's a saint!
"Oh dear, this is really impossible! I'm extremely busy. Please make way, I'm so hungry, especially smelling this cherry chicken... Hmm? It smells like... the finest Shaoxing wine! I need to go have my dinner, don't stop me..."
"My lord, I will buy it for you right away. Is there anything else you would like to eat?"
"Oh? Is that so? You've really put me in a difficult position. We're all officials in the same court, and I'm embarrassed to let you treat me to a meal..."
"My lord, please don't be so polite. You are very busy with important matters every day. It is only right for me to show my respect to you. I will be right back. Please wait for me!"
In less than fifteen minutes, Meng Benbo and Deputy General Mei returned, each carrying a jar of fine Daughter's Red wine and a plump, fragrant cherry chicken.
Lord Sikong looked at the two men with a troubled expression. After failing to refuse them in any way, he had no choice but to accept the things from their hands. "Alright, since you're begging me so much, I can only reluctantly accept them. I'll go to the Crown Prince's residence in the north right now. He has some good military books there. I'll prepare them. Time is short, so don't blame me if I don't explain them well... Also, Vice General Mei, remember to write a self-criticism for me when you get back. I need to give it to Lord Zhu tomorrow!"
"This humble general thanks you greatly, sir! Please rest assured, sir, I will complete the mission!"
"You've worked hard, sir!"
……
Evening, inside the residence of the Crown Prince of the Northern Region.
In the study of Lord Sikong's residence, they drank and ate meat, while Crown Prince Dibei sat at his desk, reading with a cold expression.
"Your Highness, this fine Daughter's Red wine is truly excellent, and so is this cherry chicken. Are you sure you don't want to have a few bites?" Lord Sikong raised the wine bowl in his hand, his clear eyes gleaming with a faint light, slightly hazy in the dim afterglow of the setting sun reflected from the window, as he calmly gazed at Emperor Beizun, who was engrossed in his book.
"Eat without talking, shut your mouth!"
Di Beizun coldly tossed out a sentence without even glancing at her.
Lord Sikong shrugged, took a sip of wine, and frowned, saying, "Your Highness, I think your thinking might be a bit problematic, unhealthy, and prejudiced against me. Why do you always find fault with me? Who says you can't talk while eating? I don't smack my lips! Don't you think I also possess an innate elegant and noble aristocratic air, naturally exuding an unparalleled refined gentlemanly demeanor in every step I take?"
Emperor Beizun did not answer, his deep eyes sweeping over Lord Sikong, his cold and beautiful face full of disdain.
"His Royal Highness?"
"I heard the inn was attacked last night. Are you alright? I saw the guards outside were on high alert just now. Do you know who did it? These rebels are really too audacious. Don't worry, I heard the Emperor has already issued an edict to deal with them severely..."
"What are you reading?"
"Your Highness, I've heard you're quite skilled with the zither. How about we play a duet on the zither and flute? Or perhaps a sword dance accompanied by the zither would be quite nice..."
Lord Sikong rambled on for a long time, but Emperor Beizun remained seated without moving an inch, not even lifting his eyelids.
"Instead of wasting your time coming to my palace, you should focus your energy on important matters."
After a long while, Di Beizun said this in a lukewarm tone.
"You're not also advising me to spend more energy on the Seventh Plenary Session of the Four Stars of the Central State Association, are you?"
Lord Sikong stopped what he was doing and looked at Emperor Beizun. "I don't care. I'm quite satisfied with my current position anyway. It's just that woman is a bit too pretentious. She didn't even give me a beautiful assistant."