Chapter 194: Flying Pigeon, Wine Pot, Optimal Solution.

Lou Ying has chosen a profession that is very beneficial to himself and others, Chi Xiaochi even if he drills his tents and carriages every day, will be regarded by the soldiers underneath as diligent and hardworking, day and night.

At the moment, two people are eating strawberries in a traveling carriage.

Strawberries are redeemed from the warehouse with Chu Ziling's favor value, and as long as you don't take them out, they will stay fresh indefinitely. They are big and sweet, and you don't have to worry about cleaning them.

Lou Ying was cold, he ate two strawberries, and then ate them. He took off the strawberry stalks and arranged them beautifully on a plate, and while he was 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 "Summoning of the Demon God", which he hadn't played for a few days, to spare his hands.

Seven whole days had passed since that day.

Chi Xiaochi woke up and didn't mention what happened yesterday before the card knocked him out, as if he had completely forgotten, making Lou Ying wonder if he had used the amnesia card as well.

Until Lou Ying inadvertently glanced at the direction of the display screen, found that his ID in the "Call of Cthulhu" secretly changed.

It's no longer "the reflection of the building into the pond", it's Chi Xiaochi.

...... so disciplined and proper that Lou Ying wanted to knock him on the head.

Still, he didn't give in until the end, so he had to stuff a strawberry that was on the large side into his mouth to vent his anger.

Shortly afterward, there was a soft knocking at the carriage window.

Chi Xiaochi takes the strawberries back to the warehouse and reaches down to lift the curtain.

Chu Ziling rode his horse, parallel to the carriage, and bent down to say, "Gong Zi , the general has sent another messenger back to Wangcheng. After we met on the official road, he said that the general has a letter for you on the way."

"Where's the messenger?"

"He rushed back to Wangcheng without stopping." Chu Ziling paused, "Seeing the look on that messenger's face, it should be a happy event."

Shi Tingyun was delighted and took the letter, and gave him a rather playful wink, "Thanks."

Chu Ziling glanced at him and saw that Gong Zi was sitting in the shadows, using the back of his hand to block the light coming from outside the curtain, and could see that he was frowning slightly, not very happy.

Chu Ziling's heart couldn't help but jump, and he showed a trifle of fear when he held it properly, "Master Gong Zi, I'll leave right away."

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

That day, the rain fell all night long, the skin on his knee absorbed all the water and was soaked to whiteness, and the stones on the ground were unusually coarse, grinding his knee to a heartbreaking pain. To this day, the injury on his knee has not yet healed.

The injury was trivial, but most importantly, he had never been so bluntly insulted.

Chu Ziling could not take the insult for nothing.

Since Yu Fengmian was intentionally targeting him, he showed complete fear and avoidance to Yu Fengmian, which not only satisfied his wishes, but also prevented him from finding other reasons to do something more out of the ordinary to himself.

And if he's hard up for a fight, all the better.

He Chu Ziling in the army is not a nobody, and from the civilian, and many generals have talked to, and surnamed Yu top a Gong Zi division of the false title, but to put it bluntly, but was sent to the sinner, without half an inch of military service, plainly got the honor, and because of the frailty of the body, can only take the carriage to go forward, the army has been hidden dissatisfaction voice.

As long as he showed more weakness, he didn't need to say anything more, and someone would be defending him.

If this voice reaches Gong Zi's ears, either Gong Zi will defend it and cause dissatisfaction among the generals underneath, creating a grudge, or Gong Zi will become dissatisfied with Yu Fengmian as time goes by.

Whichever consequences brewed, it was none of his business.

He one does not chew behind the back, the second does not show dissatisfaction, everywhere thoughtful, no one can pick fault.

However, Yu Fengmian just stretched his hand to block the light, ignored him, and just leaned on the soft pillow to read a book, as if Chu Ziling was not even worthy of a glance from him.

Shi Tingyun lowered the curtain.

After regaining his senses, Chu Ziling's heart could not help but beat wildly:

This is his chance now!

From Zhennan Pass to Wangcheng, they escorted grain and provisions, marching slowly, at least twenty-five days. Expedited horse needs three days, the general's house kept a good pigeon, fast two days, slow two and a half days can fly to.

Right now, it was the best time for him to make his move!

When he arrives at the border city, it will be difficult for him to find another opportunity to poison Shi Jinghong.

Shi Jinghong is a great danger to the Southern Border, he must be killed, and only when he is dead will Shi Tingyun have a chance to rise to power.

Shi Tingyun's chance is his chance.

Thinking of this, he cast his gaze ahead, that spine straightened Thirteenth Prince was bowing his head, harnessing his horse while holding a book on military affairs in one hand and reading it, looking at the cover of the volume that had been whipped up by the breeze, it was the very same book that Shi Tingyun had recommended to him during yesterday's casual conversation.

Chu Ziling had to admit that this man, like Yu Fengmian, was a variable that was not part of his plan.

But he still smiled brightly.

Variables, when utilized well, are pawns.

Even if there was an additional 13th prince, so what?

A young man with no prestige and no military power, even if his martial arts are superb, if he shows off his ability and ventures into the world, he is still dead.

After all, on the battlefield, the bows and vectors are not long-eyed and will not recognize whether he is a royal relative or a commoner.

While he was conceptualizing, the curtains of the car were lifted again.

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

Chu Ziling wisely did not inquire in front of Master Gong Zi what happy event he had: "Yes."

It's not just about winning battles on the border or anything like that.

He didn't care about how many people died on the southern border side, nor did he care about how many casualties there were on the side of the northern government army, he only hoped that the situation on the southern border wouldn't be too bad when his plan advanced to the most critical step.

He fetched a pen and paper and a small table-top and brought it into the carriage, and fetched a small wooden tube and waited outside.

Shi Tingyun reply to the letter has always been fast, but a little half an hour, the sound of shelving the pen came from inside.

"Letterbox."

Chu Ziling presented it as he had been told.

Shi Tingyun waited for the ink to dry a little, rolled the paper thinly, tucked it into a small letterbox, and closed the twisted flap again, "Seal."

Speaking here, Shi Tingyun raised his eyes and noticed a thin layer of sweat on Chu Ziling's forehead, "Forget it, you're tired of running all the way here, after you find the seal, use the fire paint seal to seal the envelope well, then use the carrier pigeon to send it out."

Chu Ziling s heart pounded with joy.

That smooth?

He had planned to knock on the seal of fire paint, and then rolled on the poisonous sealing clay, even if the mark is a little fuzzy, it does not matter, anyway, pigeons sometimes on the road to rest and drink, or catch the rain, it is inevitable that the fire paint will be a little blurred.

I never thought Shi Tingyun would leave the stamping to him ......

Before he could finish his thought, a sudden cold voice rang out from the corner of the carriage, "Tingyun."

Chu Ziling's heart chilled.

Yu Fengmian ......

Yu Fengmian said, "Don't be overjoyed, but be steady, so that you can be a good example for the generals. Come, tell me what is said in this chapter of the book, and what is your opinion."

At that, he glanced at Chu Ziling's face:

Why don't you go run your errands?

Chu Ziling took the order and drove his horse away.

After walking out for some distance, he realized that his hands were sweaty and would wet the wooden tube.

He wiped the surface of the small wooden cylinder with his sleeve a few times, and for the first time, he failed to hide his glee as a smile grew at the corners of his mouth.

Yet even so, Chu Ziling remains meticulous.

He did not unwrap the small wooden cylinder to check what was written inside.

He remembered clearly that the letter box inside the general's residence was specially made, with a small built-in mechanism on the lid, and when it was completely covered, the small mechanism would automatically open, generating a small piece of pointed wood inside.

From the outside, it is not visible. However, if it is closed and reopened, a small scuff mark will be left on the barrel where it joins the lid, which cannot be erased.

Shi Jinghong is very meticulous, if he opens the tube and finds another trace, he will definitely be suspicious.

Chu Ziling doesn't want a thousand miles of dike to break down into a tiny anthill.

He was well acquainted with the soldiers who specialized in keeping seals, and simply said that he was under Gong Zi's order, and as he had done on countless occasions in the past, he easily asked for the round seal for Shi Tingyun's special use.

Instead of using the block of fire lacquer used by Gong Zi, Chu Ziling unlocked the auspicious cloud clasp on another small box and took out a brand new block of fire lacquer.

The same special fire paint for the general's residence, the color, lightness and shape of this piece was not at all inferior to the other.

Chu Ziling lights the fire.

The flames jumped a few times in his eyes, and the front section of the fire paint began to melt.

Under his somewhat frenzied gaze, a drop of poisonous juice, full of hemlock, rolled down onto the seal of the small wooden cylinder.

Snap.

The bright red seal fell, a poisonous inscription branded with the words "Shi Tingyun", and under the sun's rays, it spread a somewhat blinding light.

The stamp was executed with someone at his side, and the private soldier, who had been on guard, did not see the slightest breach.

Chu Ziling lifted his hand, intending to hand the curved round medallion back to his personal soldier, "With pleasure."

As a result, when the two of them crossed paths, Chu Ziling looked down to collect the fire lacquer block, made a mistake and missed, and the round medallion rolled to the ground, staining it with some yellow mud.

Chu Ziling was startled and apologized, "Excuse me, I'll go help you clean it."

Not far away is the clear stream, he naturally held the seal to go, little by little to wash away the hemlock poison stained on the seal.

He had a smile on his lips, as usual.

In the evening the party was stationed.

When he smelled the aroma of the meal, Chu Ziling, who was hiding in the tent and quietly writing letters to that southern frontier civil official, was stunned.

It was as if he could smell the aroma of mutton.

...... It seems that the side of Zhennan Pass is really a great victory.

As expected, that night Shi Tingyun bought sheep from the next village out of his own pocket, roasted twenty lambs and fifty adult sheep, and distributed them to all the generals.

If they were to share this meat, there would not be much for each of them, but it was all Shi Tingyun could find in a short period of time, and the generals did not care about it, and all of them rejoiced.

The great victory of Dingyuan.

The Southlanders who came to attack the city suffered heavy deaths and injuries, five thousand soldiers, none of them returned.

"Thanks to the advice of Master Gong Zi!" Shi Tingyun stood on the high platform, pointing to Yu Fengmian who was wearing a power fence on the side of the platform with joy, "The Southern Borderlanders used the technique of filling up the river, and quietly transported wooden rows of pontoon boats in an attempt to forcibly cross the moat. Mr. offer a plan, observe the direction of the enemy, dug a small hole in the lower side of the city wall, quietly injected oil into the river at night, and take advantage of the wind to draw the fire, the incoming enemy burned a man to the ground!"

Chu Ziling imagined that image and his smile stiffened slightly on his face.

This Yu Fengmian does not show his face, but he is completely black-hearted and poisonous.

And Gong Zi's big celebration in this way also inadvertently built up Yu Fengmian's prestige in the army.

Some of the generals have never been to the battlefield, but when they heard the good news, they shouted the word "good" deafeningly.

The land of my country is not allowed to be divided!

Chi Xiaochi, who was standing on the stage, quieted down amidst the excitement of the group and jumped to sit on the edge of the high platform, looking at the group of young people, no more than 17 or 18 years old, talking, laughing, dancing and boxing loudly around the fire.

The light of the fire in the hall lit up their young faces.

They may, at some point in the future, be reduced to amorphous bones in the scorched earth of war.

Chi Xiaochi I hope that at the moment of their death, they still dream of a thousand years of family and country.

He unscrewed the wine jug at his waist and took a sip, his sight turned slightly, and in the rolling patch of firelight, he saw the Thirteenth Prince Yan Yuanheng.

Yan Yuanheng seemed to be in a daze, and after staring at him for a long time, Fang Cai slightly unnaturally turned away his face and took a step to go.

A flippant whistle came from behind him.

Yan Yuanheng had thought that Shi Tingyun was calling out to him, and as he turned his body slightly and quietly turned his eyes sideways, he realized that this was not the case.

Shi Tingyun had already looked in the other direction and threw the wine jug to a young soldier near him who had an empty jug, and immediately jumped off the high platform and ran towards Yu Fengmian.

...... actually didn t even look at him more than once.

Yan Yuanheng's heart fluttered with heat and acidity, and I don't know where the thought came from that drove him to quickly step forward and stand in front of the young man who had received Shi Tingyun's wine jug, pointing a finger at the black and gold wine jug, "May I have a sip of your wine."

The soldier opened his mouth to drink, and when he saw the Thirteenth Prince asking him for wine, he almost poured it on his face.

Flattered, he jumped to his feet and offered it with both hands, stammering for him to use it.

Yan Yuanheng hugged a wine jug, sat down among the soldiers, and broke into a lot of questions.

After all, they are the same age, the soldiers see this thirteenth prince does not have what stinks, speak although the crepe, good in not hanging bag, can understand, then also gradually with him warm up, but also tore the leg of lamb to him.

Yan Yuanheng pinched the spout of the jug and held it in his arms without taking a sip, and he no longer mentioned the matter of returning it to the soldiers.

That night.

Chu Ziling added "Beware of Yu Fengmian" to the end of the letter, and after confirming that he had made it clear that he had poisoned Shi Jinghong, he took out the small wooden tube that he had hidden, put in the letter paper, snapped the lid of the tube shut, and put a forged curved seal on the surface of the tube, and then went to the pigeon cage. The

The men who made the nightly rounds in the army tent continued to act as usual, unaffected by that revelry.

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

There were footsteps behind him, "Who's there?"

Chu Ziling turned back, "Me. Chu Ziling."

"It's the young general's close attendant." The captain of the night patrol didn't quite recognize Chu Ziling and had only heard of him, so he put his heart down at the sound of his voice, "Coming out so late, something's wrong?"

Chu Ziling did not change his color: "Working for the young general."

The captain of the night patrol sighed, "The young general has worked hard," and led the squad away without further suspicion.

Chu Ziling turned his back to a few people, coldly picked the corner of his mouth, and released the pigeon in his hand.

The pigeons fluttered and flapped their wings and went away.

The sound of the pigeons being released wasn't very loud in the huge barracks, or at least it wasn't likely to reach the main tent.

He stroked the jade pendant that meant so much to him at his waist until the dove disappeared from his sight before lifting his steps in the direction of the main tent.

...... is nothing more than a small victory.

The real battle of Zhennan Pass began with him, Chu Ziling.

What he couldn't have imagined, however, was that the two men in the main tent were still not asleep.

Chi Xiaochi asked Lou Ying: "Did he stand up?"

Lou Ying, with one finger resting lightly against her temple, focused her attention on something else and could only respond curtly, "Uh-huh."

Chi Xiaochi left him alone.

Until Lou Ying's body softened downward, and she dropped her hand, letting out a long breath.

Chi Xiaochi wiped his sweat, "It's done?"

Lou Ying closed his eyes and gasped slightly, "Don't worry. That's the optimal solution for the geomagnetic positioning algorithm."

Pigeons know their way around differently from people, relying on subtle magnetic forces to recognize direction.

Lou Ying was able to ensure that both pigeons released by Chu Ziling would go where they were supposed to go, thanks to his interference with the magnetic field.

With the deed done, Chi Xiaochi relaxed considerably and patted him on the shoulder, "I'll go get you something to eat."

Sending off the first pigeon had taken so much of Lou Ying's energy that he didn't even have an appetite for dinner.

Before he went to bed, he specifically asked A Shu to stew a little soup and prepare a few small dishes to prepare, must be light.

A hand gently grabbed his sleeve, "No need. I don't feel much like eating."

Chi Xiaochi was busy putting on her shoes, "Not without food. I'll go and get it for you. What do you want to order? I had A Shu make a few ......"

He had just gotten up when his waist was encircled from behind by an arm, and for a moment he failed to keep his balance and fell onto the bed.

Lou Ying's voice is in my ear.

It was clear that the voice had no substance, but Chi Xiaochi felt a real sense of being touched and caressed by it, one by one, in her ears.

"Now?" Lou Ying contains a smile and rests her head against his back, "...... I just want my optimal solution."