Compared to Lu Zheng's heaviness and worry, Kang Xintong's voice was much livelier.
"I happened to overhear it. I heard that the Duke of Lanting's morale is very high."
Lu Zheng glanced at his adopted daughter indifferently and raised his hand to smack her forehead, telling her to watch her words.
Kang Xintong was his adopted daughter after all. Why was she so excited when the enemy was mentioned?
People who did not know better would think that Kang Xintong was Jiang Pengji's daughter.
Kang Xintong's lips curled into a pretty smile. She was not afraid of Lu Zheng's warning at all.
Perhaps it was because she had been eating and sleeping well these days, her originally thin chin had become rounder. She looked more and more likeable. Seeing her smile, Lu Zheng felt gratified and frowned at the same time. Even though he fed Kang Xintong chicken soup and told her that looks were innate and not to care too much, the reality was that reality had a natural malice towards good-looking women, especially in troubled times.
"A gentleman will not be imposing if he is not serious. No matter when, where, and who you are facing, you have to control your emotions. You can't be brash and give people the impression that you are frivolous and rude. "Lu Zheng taught his adopted daughter seriously. He sounded righteous and strict, but in fact, he had a lot of personal opinions.
Kang Xintong looked like she was being taught, but she did not take it to heart.
She had only smiled at her foster father just now. How was that frivolous, impolite, and reckless?
Besides …
"Father, a gentleman will not be imposing if he is not serious. Is this from the Analects of Confucius?"
Kang Xintong did have some basic knowledge, but the Analects of Confucius was too profound for her back then. The teacher that her parents hired had not even taught her that much. Recently, Lu Zheng grabbed her to revise the Analects of Confucius, but Kang Xintong was still at the stage of rote memorization.
Lu Zheng said, "A gentleman will not be imposing if he is not serious. He will not be firm if he learns."
The meaning of this sentence could be understood literally, but Kang Xintong, who had always been intelligent, was surprised.
Lu Zheng thought she did not understand and asked, "What do you not understand? Feel free to ask."
Kang Xintong took out a roll of bamboo slips and opened it for Lu Zheng to see. She pointed at the sentence on the bamboo slips.
"According to my adoptive father, a gentleman will not be imposing if he is not serious. 'Serious' means sincere and solemn, but the note on the bamboo slips is not …"
Notes?
The bamboo slips of the Analects of Confucius that Kang Xintong was currently using were the ones he had used when he was still a student. He had memorized every word on it by heart, so there was no need for him to flip through the bamboo slips again and again. If it wasn't for the fact that he wanted to teach Kang Xintong the Analects of Confucius, he wouldn't have taken out these bamboo slips.
Although he hadn't read it for many years, he didn't remember what he had written on it.
Bamboo slips were different from other materials. It was inconvenient to engrave words on them, and if one engraved too many words, it would shorten the lifespan of the bamboo slip.
Because of his excellent memory, Lu Zheng rarely engraved any annotations on it.
He curiously took the bamboo slip from Kang Xintong's hand and opened it to take a look. He discovered that the words' a gentleman who is not heavy will not be imposing 'next to the words' petty bourgeois'.
The heavier one was, the fatter one was.
Lu Zheng: "…"
In other words, according to the explanation, the meaning of this sentence was twisted into — if a gentleman is not fat, he is not dignified enough?
Which bastard carved words on his bamboo slips?
It was one thing to carve words, but wasn't he afraid that the Saint wouldn't be able to hold him down if he explained it to the Saint?
"Godfather, this annotation …" Kang Xintong muttered softly, "Was it carved by Godfather?"
Lu Zheng glanced at the handwriting and realized that it was somewhat familiar. He stared at it again and remembered who it was.
"No, no, it's impossible." Lu Zheng denied it thrice.
Kang Xintong knew how precious books were. Her godfather didn't come from a good family background, so he should cherish it more. If the person who engraved the words was not someone he trusted, he wouldn't have the chance to create trouble on it. Therefore, she was curious. Which deity had made such annotations?
"Who was it?"
Lu Zheng threw the bamboo slip on the table and curled his lips. "Who else could it be other than that foppish Liu Xi?"
That's right, the annotations were left behind by Jiang Pengji. Lu Zheng didn't know the specific time, but it was most likely before he left Langya County.
Kang Xintong's little mouth opened slightly. She was stunned for a while, then she suddenly burst into laughter.
"The Duke of Lanting actually had such a cute and mischievous side when he was young."
The expressionless Lu Zheng: "…"
Shouldn't a normal person's first reaction upon seeing such a ridiculous annotation be to say that Jiang Pengji was a bad student?
But the person?
Mischievous?
What kind of description was that?
She wasn't a fan filter. She was obviously blind!
Lu Zheng suddenly felt a little remorseful. Did he overcorrect his goddaughter? She was his goddaughter, but she was a fan of Jiang Pengji. That was too much!
"Hmph!"
Lu Zheng snorted in disdain. He took out a knife and a brush from his sleeve, ready to scrape away the nonsense Jiang Pengji had left behind.
Unexpectedly, Kang Xintong refused. She grabbed the bamboo slip and hugged it in her arms. Her face was full of expectation, and her eyes were pleading.
Let me translate …
These were the words personally engraved by her idol. She had to keep them and not scrape them off.
Lu Zheng held the knife and brush in his hand. He didn't know whether to take them or put them away.
Kang Xintong took advantage of Lu Zheng's hesitation and hid the bamboo slip behind her. She changed the topic abruptly.
"Godfather, the situation at the frontline isn't optimistic. Don't the others have any countermeasures?"
Lu Zheng was silent for a while. He quietly put away the knife and brush and resumed his serious expression.
"There are countermeasures. Although the people under the lord's command have their own agendas, not all of them are mediocre."
"If that's the case, why are you so worried? If they have countermeasures, they naturally have the ability to solve it. "
Kang Xintong spoke rather bluntly. She had been with Lu Zheng for a long time and had a deeper understanding of him.
This godfather was good in every way, but An Cui had eyes but failed to see and sheltered him.
Why didn't An Cui think about how her godfather had accompanied him through his lowest times?
What was the difference between him and a scumbag who abandoned his wife when he struck it rich?
Trash!
Pig trotters!
Kang Xintong didn't like An Cui. She couldn't wait for him to die.
Lu Zheng said, "I'm afraid that someone has the ambition of a wolf. I don't know what evil plans they have in the dark."
Kang Xintong didn't understand.
"Will the people under Lord An Cui's command harm him?"
Lu Zheng sneered. "Why not? Some people have lost their minds and gone mad. They can't be treated as normal people. "
"If that's the case … will you remind Lord An Cui?" Kang Xintong asked carefully.
Lu Zheng sneered. "Remind? Ha! "
It was useless to remind him!
Lu Zheng wasn't someone who liked to pester others. He was already disgusted by An Cui's repeated suicidal acts.
Two days after this conversation, An Cui gathered the army and prepared to set off. Lu Zheng, the background, was dragged along as well.
An Cui thought of Lu Zheng, not because he still had a conscience and cherished old friendships, but because of Hua Yuan's recommendation.
No scumbag would think of himself as scumbag, much less think that neglecting someone else was his fault. What else could Lu Zheng be dissatisfied with if An Cui was willing to put Lu Zheng in an important position again? In order to maintain this scumbag mentality, An Cui had planned to have Lu Zheng guard the rear.
In the end, this decision was sternly rejected by Hua Yuan.
For An Cui to leave a great talent like Lu Zheng behind in the rear was simply a reckless waste of God's gift!
"What does Hua Yuan want to do?"
What does he want to do?
Hua Yuan sneered.
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