Red waist breaking line

Chapter 797

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Long Jinyue went to the Chutian League's camp with the expectations of the nobles, and gave a brief speech to several of the Chutian League's generals with a red face. When the general saw his mistress, he said that he naturally had no objection and readily agreed to accompany his mistress in the expedition against the Red Waist Army. When Long Jinyue was making a speech, Mr. Bao, as a representative of the aristocracy, listened to the whole thing with a frown and no comment. He is only thirty years old, but he has already experienced many political anecdotes. If he were asked to choose the worst speech he had ever seen in his life, he would really be willing to vote for Long Jinyue. The rhetoric is bland and the emotions are extreme, making it uninspiring. If she had persuaded him, he would not have listened to a word even if he went back ten years. But just such an ordinary speech made the generals of the Chutian League seem to be filled with righteous indignation - what a group of simple but serious soldiers they were, they were obviously deeply involved in the situation, but they were still so loyal. It's a pity that the times just use them as parts, and they are consumed after use. He sighed silently, turned around and ordered the minister of Dali Temple to release Long Heng, and announced that Long Heng would temporarily take over the leadership of the Chutian Alliance.

After the speech, Long Jinyue kept his promise and followed Mr. Bao back to his mansion. She kept covering her face, her emotions had not yet calmed down, her eyes were filled with red threads and tears, like a wounded deer. Mr. Bao couldn't help but sigh again - after the Chu Tianmeng attacked, Long Jinyue would become a fish on his back. If Long Heng's attack was successful, Long Jinyue would be able to save his life temporarily and continue to be her hostage. Once Long Heng's attack failed, and the nobles wanted to push her to sacrifice the flag. It's hard to sigh to see her being pregnant at such a young age, yet being pushed into such a dangerous situation.

After setting up Long Jinyue properly and sending layers of guards to guard him, Mr. Bao returned to his study and collapsed on the expensive and exquisite Taishi chair after confirming that everything was correct.

What will the future look like? He wasn't sure. Although the nobles are temporarily united, there are actually many internal worries. The first-in-command Li Qingyun and the second-in-command Mr. Xu are greedy for comfort, pushing each other, and the feud is not resolved. The defender Zhang Ruocheng is a timid pustule, and the third-in-command Mr. Qi is lazy and muddy. They all count on Long Heng to go out and win - but once If a war breaks out, who can say a sure winner? Li Lihuan would have some competition for supremacy, but Long Heng is just a literary general, not a leading talent, let alone a martial arts master. How can he defeat Xiao Yunxi, Mu Tong and Turing who have experienced hundreds of battles in battle? The three powers join forces? A deep sense of powerlessness swept over him, casting everything he saw in gray. The book spread out in front of him described the "gentleman's way" in black and white. He had also learned these sages' mantras since he was a child, but when faced with the problem of family survival, all this seemed to have become a dream.

The sky is getting dark and night is falling again. He was already hungry, but had no appetite. He just stared out the window at the shadows of the bleak trees, feeling helpless.

I don’t know how much time passed, but I heard a creaking sound, and the door of the study room was pushed open. A maid in simple clothes walked into the room gently carrying a tea tray and said: "Sir, my wife has asked you to come for dinner several times, but you haven't received it." Please respond and order your servant to bring some refreshments. Please bring some in, sir, so you don’t want to starve your stomach.”

Mr. Bao frowned and said without looking back or looking, "I have no appetite, take it away."

At home, he always kept his word, and as usual, he ended the matter with these words.

Unexpectedly, the maid didn't flinch: "Today's new refreshment chef is good at southwestern cuisine. Maybe the young master will like it after trying it."

southwest? The Bao family has settled in Lanjing for three generations and has long followed the local customs. Almost no one knows that their family originated from the southwest. Even his wife is a local and has only a partial understanding of the family history. Why did this maid mention the southwest? I think it was unintentional.

Mr. Bao still didn't look back: "I said I won't eat, so I won't eat! Stand back and don't disturb my thoughts."

His tone was almost stern, and he fully expected to find peace.

Unexpectedly, a moment later, a chuckle came from behind: "Young master, are you worried about the war outside the city?"

Mr. Bao was startled, and then turned around - he saw a slender woman standing in front of him. Although she was dressed in a servant's clothes and her appearance was ordinary, she was full of intelligence and grace as she stood there. He has never seen such talents in the mansion. "How dare you, a slave, to discuss political affairs arbitrarily?" Mr. Bao frowned.

The maid smiled and said: "Under the overturned nest, there are intact eggs. Even birds, beasts and ants also have the desire to survive."

Mr. Bao's eyes flickered and he was a little surprised: "I didn't expect you also know some words."

The maid lowered her head and smiled: "Young Master is from a great Confucian family in Southwest China, and he has learned as much as mountains and seas. My literature is shallow and I don't dare to show off in front of Young Master."

Mr. Bao narrowed his eyes: "How did you know that I am from a Southwest family? Who are you?"

The maid smiled and said: "The Lancang Bao family is a gentleman's family, benevolent in life, and kind in educating people. Our ancestor Bao Gong was virtuous, started from scratch, and was good at charity. He only made a penny, but he had to share half of the penny with the local poor. It is by relying on this moral principle to benefit the world that we win people's support and gradually consolidate the foundation of the great clan. My ancestors were both from the southwest and have benefited from others, so I will never forget it."

Only then did Mr. Bao feel relieved and sighed: "It's hard for you to still remember. But as a descendant, I feel really guilty for not being able to carry forward the legacy of my ancestors."

The maid brought the tea to Mr. Bao and said softly: "There is an ancient saying: What you gain comes from hardship, and what you lose comes from ease. Even the great dynasties are not exempt from vulgarity, let alone Mr. Er? Times have changed, and people in Lanjing have changed. It’s unforeseen. It’s not as simple as the people in the southwest. It’s not easy for you to maintain your success. It’s not the fault of human beings. You must not blame yourself.”

Although these words were only a few words, they spoke volumes to Mr. Debao's heart, and he no longer refused her food. He looked down and saw soft white and red tea in the tea tray. They were all specialties from his hometown. It brought back memories of his childhood. He couldn't help but pick up a piece and chew it carefully. As soon as I tasted it, my heart was opened. Since my grandparents passed away, no one has made such authentic taste.

"Did you make the tea? It tastes really good." Mr. Bao praised, "It's rare that you have some sense. Please come to my study to serve tea tomorrow."

The maid sighed softly: "I am truly blessed to be favored by Master Cheng. However, I still have a problem that I have not yet solved. The future is still unclear. I am afraid that I will not be able to stay by your side for a long time."

"Oh? What's your problem? Come to me, maybe I can help you solve it." Mr. Bao said.

The maid sighed again: "I am devoted to virtue, so I always read some Buddhist works when I have nothing to do, and I am deeply aware of the mysteries. But recently I read a sentence: 'Great wisdom does not kill, great benevolence does not hurt others', I am very puzzled, why don't you ask? Young Master’s enlightenment.”