Doomed to be Cannon Fodder - Chapter 8

[Chapter 8 The Talented Madman]

Chapter 8 Talented madman

Now is the time when the autumn tiger is in full bloom, Long Heng has long been accustomed to this kind of heat and doesn’t take it seriously.

The Winter Garden was shunned, and now no one dares to approach because the master here is crazy.

The surroundings are very quiet, with only the occasional wind blowing, which makes people feel refreshed and unexpectedly bored.

Because after the wind, the weather is still unbearably hot.

Long Heng walked to the door of the Winter Garden, and the servant was about to knock on the door.

Just then a gust of wind blew, and a piece of paper with words blew out from it.

Long Heng stretched out his hand to take it, and before he took a closer look, he listened to the human voice inside: “Mrs. Xiu, one was blown away by the wind.”

Then a voice that sounded a little depressed said: “Qingfeng doesn’t understand words, why bother It’s a bastard who kidnapped what I wrote…”

“Mrs. Xiu, Shen Yan, I’ll go pick it up.” Xiao Shi really can’t, why is his master’s language becoming more and more rude?

“No need, it’s just a piece of waste paper.” The people inside stopped talking, but Long Heng could hear that her words were coherent, and she didn’t seem like a crazy person.

He stopped the little servant from knocking on the door again, turned around and left.

While walking, he found that there was still a piece of paper in his hand, and the servant came over and said, “My lord, let the servants throw it away!” He saw that the master wanted to throw the paper away, so he stepped forward to help.

Long Heng casually handed the paper to him. Anyway, the woman also talked about it, but it was just waste paper.

But when the little servant took the paper, he glanced at random, and he seemed to see ‘Ten years of sharpening a sword, frost blade…’ because the flash was too fast, he couldn’t see it clearly.

“Come back.” He stopped the servant and then took the paper in his hand and unfolded it, only then did he see the verse written on it.

‘Ten years of sharpening a sword, Frostblade never tried.

Show the king today, who is wrong?

‘(Jia Dao/Swordsman) The handwriting is delicate and it is clearly from the hands of a woman.

But this poem is written so heroically, how can it seem like a woman can do it?

Or she was copying someone else’s work, but who was that person?

How can a girl from a scholarly family recognize such a hero?

Long Heng has been in the army since he was a child, and he has a heroic style in his chest.

It’s a pity that when Su Su was fond of gorgeous rhetoric, such a frosty and sword-like poem has not been written by anyone for many years.

He thought to himself that the real man in this world was dead, but he never thought that he would come across such a poem under such circumstances.

He liked it when he saw it, but felt that it was a bit unknown to ask a woman about this kind of thing, so he decided to send someone to inquire secretly if he had the opportunity.

Bai Xiangxiu here is still thinking hard. She likes some heroic poems, but Song Jiaoyue doesn’t seem to like it very much.

Remember that he liked some slightly ornate, poetic poetry.

As long as she accidentally spreads one or two songs, she may be able to arouse his interest.

But people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of getting fat. If everyone knows her name, why don’t they hook up with groups like the heroine?

Therefore, she thought of a way to pass it on to Song Jiaoyue without being known by outsiders.

It is best not to write love poems, Bai Xiangxiu finally summed up one or two poems, but how to spread it is a problem.

Fortunately, the opportunity has finally come.

The male partner Song Jiaoyue came, and the bear boy cousin he brought just happened to accidentally enter the Winter Garden.

Bai Xiangxiu is so excited, he’s all here, not letting him bring anything is really a bit sorry for his hard work over the past two months!

But after the bear child came, he focused on their jujube cakes, eating one piece after another.

Tell me, you are a son of an aristocratic family, and you have a lot of delicious food at home, why did you go to her house to eat these?

Although she saw a child wandering around outside, another servant told him that Master Cui knew his identity and intentionally let him in.

However, seeing that only two pieces of jujube cakes were destroyed in a plate, and she still didn’t think how to let him take back the poems she wrote, let alone how tangled her heart was.

At this time, another servant outside said: “Master Cui, Young Master Song asked you to go back, don’t disturb the tranquility of the prince’s backyard.”

Master Cui, this arrogant child is only seven years old, he wiped his hands casually and said, “I know. That’s

it.” I

finally met a pretty sister and wanted to take a closer look, especially since the jujube cakes at my sister’s house were still so delicious, I had to call them back before they finished eating.

Seeing the child staring at his own jujube cake, Bai Xiangxiu didn’t let Bai Xiangxiu think about it, he hurriedly walked to the desk and took out a piece of paper, wrapped the jujube cake on the back and said, “If you like it, take it and eat it on the road, use this Put it on the pad, don’t stain your hands.”

Seeing Master Cui take it, she silently gave herself twelve likes.

Master Cui stretched out his hand to take it, and couldn’t help touching the beauty’s little hand in the process.

Although he is small, he loves beauty very much. After touching his hand, he decides that he will not wash his hand this month.

The servants finally pulled the bear child out of the winter garden. He really ate the jujube cake while walking, and said, “The food in Renmei’s house is also delicious, but the flowers are a little ugly and have thorns. ”

Young Master Cui, go this way, be careful to fall.” The

servants in the palace were heartbroken. This child is only a little old, and he knows how to see beauty.

If they were older and broke into the garden of the prince and the woman like this, wouldn’t they be beaten to death?

Young Master Cui was eating and throwing away the scum, so he wiped some paper to get rid of the scum from his body.

Seeing Bai Xiangxiu’s hard-working Yue Qiang remembered the poem, only a few words were left, and it was still a little vague.

When he was beside Song Jiaoyue and King Li, he immediately threw himself on his cousin and said with a smile, “Cousin, cousin, I saw a beautiful woman.”

Song Jiaoyue shook her head when she saw that his mouth was full of scum. Said: “No rules.” However, he reached out and took out the handkerchief and wiped it for him personally.

This little cousin liked to stick with him since he was a child. Today, he had made an appointment to come to Prince Li’s mansion, but he insisted on coming.

It’s just that he’s used to being bully at home, and he can’t be idle for a moment.

Master Cui raised the remaining jujube cake in front of him and completed the task honorably, but the task supplies were almost destroyed.

“Look, Sister Meiren also gave me a jujube cake to eat, but it was delicious. My cousin also brought a piece.” He squeezed a piece and gave it to Song Jiaoyue’s lips.

Song Jiaoyue smiled bitterly, took the jujube cake in his hand and put it on the table, “You know that cousin never eats sweet things.”

Long Heng said, “Send Master Cui to wash your hands.” That Xijie’s friend was afraid that his heart had already collapsed.

After giving the order, he casually glanced at the messy jujube cake that was eaten. He wanted to ask someone to clean it up, but there seemed to be vague handwriting below.

He seemed to have seen the handwriting somewhere, and couldn’t help but feel a sudden shock in his heart.

Song Jiaoyue also saw it, her face became stiff, and she said, “This leather monkey must have taken some lady’s ink treasure in the backyard to wrap food.” Then she reached out and pulled out the paper.

“Why get your hands dirty, let the servants take it!” For some reason, he didn’t want Song Jiaoyue to see what the woman wrote.

Song Jiaoyue was indeed afraid of getting dirty, he smiled and retracted his hand.

The servants on the side came to clean up. They took a small shovel, put the jujube cake in it, and took a step back.

At this time, the jujube cake was facing down and the words were facing up, and the remaining words entered the eyes of two men at the same time.

However, it is out of chapter and few words, which makes people look like falling into a cloud.

‘… Autumn light and cold painting screen… Pu Liu Ying.

The sky is cold and the night is cold… Altair Vega.

‘

The poems are beautiful and refined, but unfortunately the first half is missing or the second half is missing.

“It’s a pity.” Song Jiaoyue’s heart tickled when she saw it, secretly blaming her cousin for being careless, for making a good poem like this.