"Okay, let's go!"
Yang Zhen thought he could drive them away by shouting, but in fact he didn't make any sound at all; he couldn't control himself after all, those beautiful eyes were always dazzling in front of his eyes, getting bigger and closer. ...Unconsciously, a warm current rushed out, and he experienced the first time in his life: the feeling of falling from heaven to earth.
He had heard of this kind of thing, but it actually happened to him, and he still felt quite ashamed.
The most important thing is inferiority complex.
Yang Zhen knew that he was different from others since he was a child, and he never expected that any girl would like him. It wasn't until this time that he had hope for the first time: Or could he, too, have the right to be happy?
Being the chief engraver for Hua Yuan, he would often have the opportunity to see his maid again, which made him very happy. It seemed that this was God's blessing.
But all the good things were done unilaterally and in his heart alone. Although every time he saw her, he would imagine how far he would go with her; but in fact, he didn't know at all. Just serve as usual, even if you nod and smile politely when you meet him, he will interpret it as "Hey, she likes me too!"
On this day, as usual, he took advantage of his free time to peek at her. At that time, she was helping the master chef make mutton soup in the kitchen.
"Grandpa, can Yiga be sent in?"
She was holding a plate of washed and chopped coriander, opened the lid of the pot, looked at the boiling pot full of mutton soup, and asked about the heat for the vegetables.
"Dega! Come on!"
The master who was busy on the case looked at his neck and answered.
After taking this handful, the aroma is overflowing. The flavor of the meat and coriander can be tasted in the air!
Yang Zhen became even more convinced that this was the girl he was looking for!
Although he was not qualified to taste such delicious mutton soup; but if he could marry her, would he worry about not having the chance to drink this soup in the future?
As he watched, the girl walked into the main hall carrying the large basin of packed mutton soup, taking his soul with her.
Everyone likes beautiful things; but whether they can seize such opportunities is not something everyone can do.
He likes her, not to mention that he dare not take the initiative to mention it. Even if he wants to mention it, it is too late.
At the banquet, the person enjoying this delicious bowl of mutton soup was none other than Mrs. Hongmao’s son: Prince Zuo.
While praising the deliciousness of the soup, he also noticed the beauty of the maid who delivered the soup. The prince took a fancy to her and naturally had no problem with her.
Mrs. Qi agreed to take her as a concubine. Thinking about herself, she felt sympathy for her, and she didn't care about her origins.
As soon as he jumped into the dragon gate, the maid asked Prince Zuo to give his father a chance to become an official. The prince promised that according to regulations, there is no precedent for civilian promotion. Unless he has special merits, such as military exploits, he will have the opportunity to be promoted to an official.
"I dare to ask my grandpa to get a military loan, enter the arsenal, and prepare meals for the sergeants. It's a chance."
It is impossible to rise to a high official position directly, but it is still possible to start from a young age. Under the arrangement of the prince, the chef finally had the opportunity to change his class and joined Hua Yuan's staff, becoming Si He in his army.
You must know that in this arsenal, the chariots are in charge of the chariot servants; the horses are in charge of the Yu division; the sword shields are in charge of Si Ge Dun; the five soldiers and five shields are in charge of the Si Bing; the bows, four crossbows, and eight arrows are in charge of the Si Gong Ya. Only if you can enter this system will you have the opportunity to move up step by step. No matter how powerful the prince is, if he wants to squeeze someone in, if he is incompetent and delays national affairs, he will be severely punished.
Therefore, the position of Si He was considered the best position that Prince Zuo could give her father.
Seeing his beloved girl become the prince's concubine, Yang Zhen's "flower of hope" that finally bloomed had to wither before it had time to bloom.
The resentment was like a poisonous snake, biting his heart all day long, making him hate: he hated the prince for stealing his love; he hated the maid for being amorous; he hated why Hua Yuan agreed to accept this veteran; he hated himself for not having the ability and no one else. Willing to help him.
In a letter from Wei Guo, Wang Chang said that Hun Xi also taught him the art of imperial control. In the future, when he grows up, he wants to be the same as Yang Zhen's brother, the first-level swordsman of a great country!
Only in the eyes of his younger brother, he is valuable and has status!
Yang Zhen read and reread the letter written by his younger brother, encouraging himself: One day, I will let you know that I, Yang Zhen, am also a person who can do great things; I will no longer be looked down upon; I will no longer be looked down upon. Always a little unknown person.
"Haha... I can't help it. Some people are born to be little people. They are like this all their lives. They deserve to be invisible. They dare not speak out or complain. Are they living a useless life? Hahahaha... This is life, this is life!”
The words of the extremely annoying Dumu in the dream always echoed in his ears.
Finally, his highlight moment came.
In the spring of this year, the son of Zheng Guo returned to life and accepted the order of Chu State to attack Song State.
Hua Yuan's military tactics are still the same as that of a scholar, and he likes to play some frivolous things, which is completely different from Hua Xi's straightforward military general style.
A pre-war mobilization order was given. Two days before the war with Zheng's army, Hua Yuan ordered the slaughter of sheep. He would first reward the soldiers well and reserve their physical strength to boost morale.
Following the order, Si He naturally tried his best to make the "mobilization rice" required for this first war extremely delicious.
However, after all, there are too many monks and too little gruel. They are distributed one by one according to the rank of military senior officers. The low-ranking sergeants at the level of Yang Zhen are not qualified at all, even if they just lick a mouthful of mutton soup.
"...little people...little people..."
Yang Zhen was chewing dry biscuits, and for two days in a row, his ears were filled with the sound of Dumu's evil smile.
On the morning of the tenth day of February, when the weather was still very cold, Daji became a battlefield between the two armies.
Facing Zheng Jun's strong clamor, Hua Yuan was full of enthusiasm, raised his long sword, swung it forward, and said to all the soldiers: "Zheng people, boy! I have been running for a long time and have no food. I am already weak." Emptiness! Let’s all attack with all our strength, and it won’t take half a day to take down the thief’s head! Let’s go!”
"Okay!"
The sergeants on both sides received orders and began to rumble towards each other.
While Zheng and Song were fighting fiercely, an incredible scene appeared for everyone!
Hua Yuan found that his chariot was rushing towards the tent of the military camp behind Zheng Jun.
In panic, he grasped the wood of the chariot's siding tightly and shouted to his chief belayer:
"Stop! Stop! Yang Zhen, are you crazy? Are you going to the guest house? What are you going to do?!"
While Yang Zhen continued to shake the reins in his hands, he sneered and replied loudly:
"The sheep the day before yesterday was your decision; today's battle is my decision!"
