Did these people think she was deaf?
If they really wanted to make things up behind her back, they could at least do it from a distance.
At such a close distance, what was the difference between that and making things up in front of her?
"Yang Si and the others are becoming more and more like princesses. They're super hard to please."
Jiang Pengji couldn't help but shake her head. She had a helpless but doting expression.
In the past, she always wanted to lead the vanguard troops and wanted to use herself as a general. They tried their best to stop her, almost crying and hanging themselves. When they couldn't stop them, they would show a wronged and helpless expression, making people feel guilty for no reason. Now that she had learned from her painful experience, she planned to make a fundamental change. Even honest people like Li Yun couldn't get used to it. It made it seem like it was her fault from the beginning to the end.
Jiang Pengji felt wronged, but she didn't say it.
Because all the officials had retreated, they didn't know that they were being blamed by their lord. Instead, it was the salted fish who felt it was unfair for them.
Listen, listen to what Jiang Pengji said.
Shi Yingchan: "I can see that the streamer really doesn't know what's going on."
Bao Xian: "The little princess is the one who feels wronged. Doesn't your conscience hurt when you say that?"
Sitting on the grave and enjoying the moon: "Oh, the streamer is a big pig trotter! She really should let little Rong Rong and the rest come back to listen to her and see her true colors.
They are the ones who should feel wronged, okay? "
Shuishuichuizhongzhoudi: "Previously, people told me that the streamer has changed. I didn't believe it, but I didn't expect it to be true."
Anyone who had some understanding of the streaming room knew Jiang Pengji's bad temper.
As the saying goes, it's easy to change mountains and rivers, but hard to change a person's nature.
It was quite torturous to let an unrestrained person who loved freedom be confined to the rear and watch others do as they pleased.
The salted fish always thought that being diligent was her limit. When there was a war, she would definitely show her true colors. Who knew that she had really changed.
She didn't even play in her favorite battlefield.
You Abba: "Don't you feel uncomfortable watching this?"
Jiang Pengji said, "I don't feel uncomfortable, I'm just not used to it …"
The Seventh Corps was the federation's first line of defense against the enemy. It was the sharpest knife. It was dispatched to wherever there was war.
Even if she didn't like war, she had gotten used to it after so many years. Fighting was as common as eating and drinking to her.
To have a person like her, who was born to fight, retreat to the rear and watch others rush to the battlefield, facing dangers that she didn't know if she would survive or not. She, who had combat strength, couldn't personally kill the enemy. Instead, she had to suppress the restless bloodthirst in her body … No matter how she looked at it, she wasn't used to it.
However …
Even if he was not used to it, he had to get used to it.
Jiang Pengji took a deep breath and suppressed that feeling.
Your Abba: You'll have to get used to it sooner or later. Speaking of which, aren't you worried that something will happen to them on the battlefield?
The old chief knew what kind of person Jiang Pengji was.
She loved the battlefield. Other than the bloodthirst in her bones, it was mostly for the sake of others.
The more enemies she killed, the fewer enemies the others had to face. Naturally, the pressure on them would lessen.
Of course, she couldn't say these mushy words out loud. Outsiders could only experience it for themselves.
As expected, Jiang Pengji denied it.
"Why should I worry about them? They're not three-year-old kids. They don't need me to look after them on the battlefield. A general is a profession where one's head is tied to one's belt. If they're afraid of death, they won't be able to make a living, "Jiang Pengji said." Worry? There's no shadow of it. "
Your Abba: Ha, a woman who says one thing but means another.
Jiang Pengji didn't think that she was saying one thing but meant one thing. There was no one else in the world who was more consistent than her.
"I, Jiang Pengji, have never been a hypocrite. I say whatever I want to say."
She said it righteously and sternly. The old chief coldly replied with two words, "Ha ha."
"The old chief is a decent person. Don't learn bad things from the group of salted fish in the streaming room. You should be dignified and dignified … "
Under the scourge of five million salted fish, Jiang Pengji couldn't look directly at those two words.
Because behind every "ha ha" was, "I bought a watch last year."
Seeing the sarcastic "ha ha," she knew that the old chief had learned a lot from the streaming room.
Was his life so leisurely after retirement?
Your Abba: Then I'll say something else — Jiang Xiaojiu, I advise you to have some sense of propriety.
Jiang Pengji: "…"
At the end of the meeting, the starting lineup for the match against An Cui was basically confirmed.
Apart from a few familiar faces, Jiang Pengji also promoted a few young faces.
However, newcomers meant that they were young and inexperienced. It was easy for them to be taken advantage of when they met with veterans on the battlefield.
Under normal circumstances, many people preferred to use experienced or capable veterans.
For new generals, unless they had outstanding military exploits or impressive combat abilities, they had to wait for a few years.
It was rare for Jiang Pengji to promote newcomers as frequently as she did.
"Why? Previously, she was short of people and had to promote newcomers. Now that she's not short of people … Shouldn't she prioritize safety? Could it be that she's still guarding against us? " Yang Tao rarely came up with a conspiracy theory, but his conjecture was so crude that it made people speechless. "It doesn't seem like it. Even though we haven't had much contact, based on our observations these days, Liu Lanting isn't a two-faced villain … "
If Jiang Pengji was the kind of villain who said she would promote people to important positions but secretly schemed against them, Yang Tao wouldn't have such a good impression of her.
"It's not about the lack of people." Yan Lin wanted to explain, but seeing that Yang Tao was confused, he gave a simple example. "If Zhengze was a talented general who had been suppressed for many years and had no hope of being promoted, what would you think? After a long time, even if you don't resent him, you'll lose the will to improve. You'll either be depressed and resentful of the world, or completely dispirited and muddle along. If the enemy sent someone to instigate a rebellion and gave them a bright future, very few people wouldn't be tempted. Liu Lanting boldly promoted newcomers and gave them a chance to be promoted. Not only could she nurture young talents, but it was also a way for her to win people's hearts. That's why there's less infighting under Liu Lanting's banner. "
Most infighting in the world was due to political views, while the rest was due to conflicts of interest.
In other words, there were too many monks and too little porridge.
With so many monks trying to snatch the same bowl of porridge, they got angry and naturally started fighting over it.
How could this conflict be resolved?
Most of the feudal lords tried to mediate between the two monks. They tried to persuade one monk to live harmoniously and the other monk to focus on the bigger picture. There was no solution to the question of who should get the bowl of porridge. This method was to smooth things over. In the end, the fight would still be fought.
Jiang Pengji was different.
When others fought over a bowl of porridge, she did not step forward to mediate. Instead, she took out a few steamed buns.
Even though it was risky, Yan Lin thought it was a good way to solve the root of the problem.
"I see."
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