Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Chapter 186 - The Overbearing General’s Pretty Warlord (V)

Sleep is not an option.

Chi Xiaochi got up, lit a candle, and wrapped his husband in a fur cloak in case he caught a chill.

Hearing him elaborate on his dream, Lou Ying frowned: “Is it a daydream? Or is Shi Tingyun trying to remind us of something?”

Chi Xiaochi says: “Whatever the case, something has to be done now.”

He said, “Write the fold.”

Lou Ying picks up, “Go to Zhen Nan Guan.”

Chi Xiaochi raised an eyebrow at Lou Ying and called out in a loud voice, “A Ling! Ah Shu!”

”Zhen Nan Guan?”

Ah Shu, who had been sleeping in the outer room, was drowsy when he was summoned inside, but when he heard about this, he was immediately refreshed: “Is there something wrong with the General?”

Chi Xiaochi said, “I’d like to spend a month or two at leisure, but I’m tired of wandering around like this all day. Today I had a dream and woke up thinking of my father, so I wanted to go to Zhen Nan Guan to spend some time with him and do my filial duty.”

Hearing that there was no war, Ah Shu seemed to be relieved and sighed: “My lord, why do you mention this again? The last time you came back from Zhennan Pass, you were all wounded, and the wound on your leg took a long time to recover, and you looked so scared. I hope that the border will be safe for many years, so that you can stay at home every day and do less sword-fighting, and hire a young lady soon. ……”

Shu nagged Chi Xiaochi to the point of heartburn.

”All right, all right, I know I’m the only hope for our village.” Chi Xiaochi smiled as he put his cheeks on his face and said, “Please ask Shu to sharpen my ink so that I can hand in my paper in the morning.”

A book: “……” ugh.

”Why are you on night duty.” Chi Xiaochi asked casually, “Where’s A Ling?”

Ah Shu went to the desk, took the inksticks, poured water into the ink stone, and sharpened the ink, then fetched the empty folders and stood by the side: “According to the rules, I returned before curfew. I saw that he was so sleepy that he couldn’t open his eyes, so I asked him to rest first, and I would serve you the rest of the night.”

Chi Xiaochi said, “You don’t have to wait here, I have to discuss the matter of the zhengzhi with the gongzi master.”

Ah Shu answered and came to the bedside to help the Gongzi Shi out of bed.

Chi Xiaochi spread the fold and asked behind his back, “Shu, how is your sister?”

Ah Shu looked like she was thinking about something on her mind, and after a moment of silence, she smiled and said, “Thanks to your blessing, Ah Qing is doing well. She has grown much taller recently, and her needlework is much better than it was a month ago. She has been saying that she wants to make a blessed garment for you, in accordance with the tradition of the southern frontier, so that when she wears it, she will be invulnerable to swords and spears. I even laughed at her, she and I both entered the border at a young age, drinking the water and eating the millet of the Central Plains, we haven’t even met a few people from the Southland, why should we act according to the Southland set ……”

Chi Xiaochi said, “She has a heart.”

”Why are you so polite, my lord?” Ah Shu helped Lou Ying to sit down on the wheelchair, “Back then, Ah Qing and her grandparents were both struck by the epidemic, if not for your help, Ah Qing would not be alive now. I am grateful for your kindness, and this life is all yours.

”Go on, go on, go on, what do I need your life for?” Chi Xiaochi said, “You’re a nag, you’re not old, you’re like a little old man.”

The little old man, Shu, smiled a little blushingly, showing two dimples, and whirled away to cover the door.

The door closed and Li Yeshu paced twice in front of it, as if he had made up his mind, turned and walked out of the courtyard, whispered some instructions to the two servants who were guarding it, and went back to his hut.

The Toki family treated their servants well and most of them had a private house to live in.

After he had changed into a heavy coat and dressed hastily, he opened a wooden box under his bed and took it out.

He locked the box with a small lock, went to the door, stopped for a moment, turned back, took another small box out of the box, did not even have time to look at it, lied down on one side of the table, wrote a few lines of strong and beautiful writing with the ink left in the ink stone, folded three stacks of paper, stuffed them into the small box, locked it up, took the General’s waist plate and went to the back door of the General’s residence.

Uncle Huang, who was guarding the back door, opened the door for him with a yawn, “Shu, where are you going?”

Li Yeshu bowed her head, clutching two small and large wooden boxes, and stamped her feet twice as if she was afraid of the cold: “My lord asked me to go and do something.”

Li Yeshu was a close friend of the young general and was a loyal and well-behaved man. Uncle Huang had no doubts and let him go out, not forgetting to remind him, “Don’t forget to bring your belt tag for the curfew. I’ll leave the door open for you, when will you be back?”

Li Yeshu looked up at the sky and replied, “Before the fourth watch.”

With those words, he clutched the box and disappeared into the night.

As soon as Shu left, Chi Xiaochi turned to him for advice: “Sir, how do I write a zhengzi?”

In the end, Chi Xiaochi was only a high school dropout and had never even written an application to join the party.

The sound of a reeling wheelchair rocking from the bedside.

Chi Xiaochi immediately faced the table and pushed the folders aside, waiting for his husband to come on board and preach.

In the shadow of the lamp, a tiger skin cloak spreads out and gently circles Chi Xiaochi from behind, like a fish in a net.

A slightly cold hand took hold of his right hand, guiding him to push the folders back in front of him and to take hold of the quill again.

Lou Ying whispered in his ear, “I’ve always believed that it’s better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish.”

Chi Xiaochi, who was still thinking, was shaken to the point where he lost all thought of which was better, the braised carp or the steamed sea bass.

Lou Ying led him to write down the title, sign it and ask him, “Is it hard to hold it like this?”

Chi Xiaochi shakes his head.

”Won’t you want to throw up?”

Chi Xiaochi shakes his head.

Lou Ying wrote the salutation to His Majesty on the top of his right hand, while his left hand gently took his pulse: “His face is fine, but his heart is beating a little fast.”

As he went about his business, he lamented, “I used to be able to monitor it in real time, but now I can only touch it.”

With that, he complimented Chi Xiaochi: “That’s a good boy.”

Finding Chi Xiaochi a little breathless, Lou Ying stopped teasing him and just thought to herself how cute he was.

With one hand, he presses Chi Xiaochi’s pulse, while with the other, ink gurgles from the brush in the same elegant manner as Shi Tingyun’s handwriting of old.

The imitation was not very difficult for him, he learned it after a few glances.

Shi Tingyun was not willing to spend his time in vain, but to go to the army to serve his sovereign and do his duty as a family member.

If the original owner’s dream is true, then the time of the family disaster began with the hemlock.

In a new life, they had to at least watch over Father Time and keep him alive.

When Chi Xiaochi calmed down, he examined the handwriting on the paper and was surprised to see that he had mentioned himself in his zhengqi: “You’re going too?”

Lou Ying rests her chin on Chi Xiaochi’s shoulder and gazes earnestly at the brushstrokes: “I have to watch you.”

”The border is bitter as hell.” Chi Xiaochi moved his body, wanting to tell him to look at him and think it over, “Besides, the world line isn’t clear and who knows if the target of the mission is an inside man or something else. You stay in Wangcheng, you can still help me guard the main rear.”

”No need.” Lou Ying was unmoved, “We’ll get the world line.”

Chi Xiaochi : “Sir has a way to go back?”

Lou Ying said, “No.”

”That ……”

”The mountain won’t come through and I won’t get through.” Lou Ying said with certainty, “But someone will find a way. There’s no need to rush.”

On the afternoon of the same day that this letter was handed in, the emperor sent an order for Shi Tingyun to come to the palace and meet him in the imperial study.

Noticing that the emperor had summoned several princes, Chi Xiaochi’s mind was made up of three points, his face unchanged, but his heart slightly frowning.

”…… Zhen Nan Guan?” After hearing Shi Tingyun’s request, Yan Yuanzhao’s face changed slightly, “Is there any war?”

The Emperor said, “No, it is not. It was Stop Cloud who asked himself to go to the border. The Emperor said, “It is not true.

Several of the princes looked at each other two by two and vaguely guessed something.

Some bowed their heads in silence, others looked flickering.

When the Emperor was still a prince, he also served in the Northern Army for two years during the peaceful period when the frontier was stable, and on the one hand, he had achieved considerable success in battle, and on the other hand, he could understand the plight of the soldiers at the frontier, and on the third hand, he had glory on his face.

Yan Yuanzhao hesitated a little, thought it over, and was about to step forward: “My son ……”

Behind him, Yan Yuanheng took a step forward and calmly arched his hand, “Father, my son is willing to go.

Yan Yuanzhao’s steps faltered and he stood firmly on his feet, smiling, “Since 13th brother is willing to go, I will not take away what is good for others.”

With that, Yan Yuanzhao turns back to Yan Yuanheng and gives him a flirtatious wink.

Yan Yuanheng, however, is still as disciplined and snowy and pine as ever, his stance like a bayonet grazed by snow.

Yan Yuanzhao, bemused, turned his head and glanced at Shi Tingyun.

…… Don’t go away for a while, Master Six wants to hear your explanation.

When the Emperor saw that Yan Yuanheng was willing to go, he was pleased and rewarded General Shi with a sword and ordered Yan Yuanheng to pack up and leave in half a month.

Chi Xiaochi’s words of gratitude were not easy, but his heart was not.

This is exactly what Chi Xiaochi was worried about.

If last night’s strange dream was a real thing, who knows when General Toki will be killed by hemlock?

The matter was urgent, but if he went to Zhen Nan Guan without the Emperor’s permission, the status of the Shi family would inevitably lead to criticism and damage the reputation of the Shi family.

Now that the other side’s game may have unfolded, if we are not to fall into the trap, we need intelligence on the one hand and a proactive approach on the other.

It’s not easy to get information.

In order to avoid criticism, the Toki family has kept itself clean and rarely gets involved in court affairs, let alone cultivating its own power.

The good thing is that Chi Xiaochi never expects to get lucky. If the world line is there, it’s best, but if it’s not, find another way out.

If you take the initiative, who should you start with?

Is it Li Yeshu, who went out last night without permission, Chu Ziling, who said she was resting in her room but was not there, Yan Yuanzhao, who had a personal desire to befriend the original owner, or Yan Yuanheng, who volunteered to go to the border?

Inside the Lord GOD space.

089 sat in 023’s office, the light brain’s pale blue light pattern cast on the pair’s white shirts, sending a ripple of seawater-like waves.

089 sent a docking signal for the seventh time, still showing a docking failure.

023 asked him, “Still no contact 61?”

089 put down his communicator and said painfully, “Yeah. Dad’s sad and he only contacts me when he wants money to live on.”

023, who was already surprised by his drama, looked down and clicked the console buttons, saying, “It’s the bad signal, isn’t it? Besides, 61 is on a mission and you have to drag him along with you to do no work?”

089 Condemned, “You don’t care about him either.”

023: “What do I care about him?”

089 sighed, “That’s true too. A child is too old to be a mother.”

Without looking up, 023 stomped his sliding wheelchair out of the way with a single kick.

Quick as a flash, 089 grabbed his bare ankles and the two sliding wheelchairs slid out together, hitting the wall with a thud and both overturned.

023 struggled to get up and found that the bird he had played for over 3,000 points had crashed head first into the wall, with a big “Game Over” on the screen.

023 was so angry that he raised his foot at 089, who patiently grabbed his calf and, with a lift of his back, took him face-first into his arms and placed him on the desk, “There, there, make it up to you, make it up to you.”

023 threw the book on the table at him, “Who are you kidding?”

089: “How about I cover your night shift ten times?”

023 pooh-poohed, “Don’t even think about it, if you use your light brain to play GV, you can play hundreds of G’s a night, it’s cheap, think about it.”

089 said, “So I’ll call you back?”

023 threw the game console at him, “3217 points. If you don’t beat it back you don’t leave this door today.”

089 gave an oops and picked up the game console, manoeuvring the bird gently up and down.

023 told him to stay here and play the game, and went out the door himself, taking two steps and turning back, saying fiercely, “What do you want to eat tonight?”

089 was busy saying, “Curry.”

023 muttered, “Beautiful to you. Curry.”

With that, he closed the door and walked towards the supermarket.

Sitting alone in an empty room, 089 hums a song and plays a game while thinking about his thoughts.

Last time, when 061 went back into space, he had obviously used the amulet he had given him.

At the time, he suspected that the man who was “in the nick of time” had tampered with 61 and tripped him up, but without success.

So this time, he kept an eye out and started looking for an opportunity to contact him as soon as 61’s next mission began, but all the signals he sent sank like stone and there were no more messages.

Looks like there’s trouble again.

089 controls the game bird with one hand and strokes the tear stain under his eye with the other as he slowly thinks of a way to cope.

Half an hour later.

When 023 returns to the office with the two curries, it is empty and 023’s console lies quietly on the desk with the game screen on it showing paused.

3217 points, not a point more, not a point less.

023 picked up the game console, which still had the warmth of the man’s palm on it.

…… Where did he go?