Song QingShu said meaningfully, "That is to strictly obey orders!"
The generals secretly heaved a sigh of relief. They thought it was some difficult requirement. For any elite troop, strict obedience was the most basic requirement.
He knew that they did not understand his point, so he continued, "Don't think that it's easy. What I'm asking for isn't a simple order. I want you to ensure that the Loyal Army will carry out every order of mine, no matter how ridiculous it is. If you can't do this, don't blame me for being merciless!"
"Yes!" Everyone's heart skipped a beat. Wanyan Chen, who was well-versed in both the pen and the sword, thought more. He had read the story of how Hun Nu Maodun trained his soldiers. He wanted his soldiers to shoot wherever he wanted them to, and those who didn't would be executed. In the end, he first shot his beloved horse, then his beloved concubine, and finally trained his soldiers to obey his every command. Finally, he shot his arrow at the Great Khan's father …
"Could it be that the Marshal is disloyal?" Wanyan Chen's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly suppressed this thought. After all, everything he had was given to him by the Marshal, so he naturally had to go through fire and water for him. Moreover, he was now deeply branded with the Marshal's mark. If the Marshal were to fall in the future, he and his men would also die without a burial ground. Everyone's interests were tied together, so they naturally had to do their best to serve him …
Following that, Song QingShu explained the various plans after arriving at Fengxiang Prefecture in detail to the generals. As for the matter of Wu Xi surrendering in secret, he did not tell them in order to keep it a secret. He only revealed it to Monk Wanyan Chen and asked them to inform the deputy commanders before attacking Shang Yuan and Da San Guan.
When Song Qingshu and Taj-tish came out of the barracks, the sky was already dark. As they rode side by side, Taj-tish couldn't help but sigh, "I thought my foresight was pretty good, but it's still worlds apart from yours. That Wanyan Chen wasn't famous before, but I didn't expect him to be well-versed in both the pen and the sword. I can foresee that he will be a famous general whose name shakes the world in the future. I don't know how you picked him at a glance."
Song Qingshu smiled, "It's a secret ~" He couldn't possibly tell her that he had an omniscient cheat because he was a transmigrator.
Seeing that he did not speak, Taj-kis secretly snorted, "Pretending to be profound."
"It's getting late. Let's eat together later," Song Qingshu said with a smile.
Taj-tish's heart was stirred. Feigning indifference, she asked, "Where are we going to eat?"
"Of course we're going to the palace. We haven't eaten together since we came back." Thinking of Ge Bi, Song Qingshu felt a tinge of guilt, especially since he had fooled around at the Grand Preceptor's residence the night before. He couldn't help but feel like he had let his wife down.
"The sisters are waiting for you. I won't join in the fun." Taitish immediately corrected herself.
Song Qingshu was startled. "We're all on the same side now. There's no need to be so formal."
Taj-tish spat, "Who's on the same side as you …" Seeing that he still wanted to persuade her, she immediately added, "I really don't want to go. Going to the palace for half a day and then having to return to the Marshal's Mansion in the end, that would take up too much time. I still have to deal with the backlog of government affairs during this period of time. I can't be as relaxed as you, who just leaves everything to do."
Song QingShu chuckled and said, "You can also stay in the palace for the night."
Looking at his ambiguous expression, how could Taj-tish not know what he was up to? "Pei, you wish."
Song Qingshu understood that with her arrogance, she would never lower herself to stay the night in the palace. Retracting his playful smile, he sternly said, "I have to thank you for handling the massive amount of government affairs and managing the imperial court in order."
"Don't thank me. It's not just me. Ge Bi and the others shared half of it. Besides," a hint of worry flashed across Taj-tish's face, "Helping you is also helping myself. I don't think Little Zhao will be able to hold on much longer."
Hearing this, Song Qingshu sunk into silence. Once the Mongols sweep through the western countries, the calamity will begin in the Central Plains.
Sensing the heavy atmosphere, Taj-tish spoke, "Let's not talk about this to dampen your spirits. I shall return to the residence first. Enjoy your beautiful evening." Finishing, she did not wait for him to urge her to stay and immediately spurred her horse to leave.
A trace of doubt flashed across Song Qingshu's eyes. Such a tone was completely unlike Taj-tish's usual character. Could it be that she was jealous? Of course, this thought was fleeting. After all, it was even more absurd to think that the Purple Dragon Queen would be jealous of him. At the end of the day, both parties only had a cooperative relationship based on mutual benefits.
Seeing that Song Qingshu had returned, Ge Bi, who was resting her chin on one hand and holding a memorial in the other, could not help but be overjoyed. "You're back?"
Song Qingshu teased, "So you didn't want me to return?"
"Of course not." Ge Bi directly threw down the memorial and ran over to take the coat for him like a little wife. She had already returned to her women's clothes at this time. A light blue belt was gently tied around her slender waist, making her figure look even more graceful and alluring.
Now that they were in the inner palace, there was naturally no need to disguise himself. Song Qingshu was about to remove his mask when Ge Bi subconsciously pressed his hand down. Her voice was filled with panic. "Don't …"
Song QingShu furrowed his brows. He realized that the woman was more used to her husband's "Tang Kuo Bian" look, which made him a little jealous. It was fun to cosplay occasionally, but if he did it every time, it would make him feel like he was just a substitute, and that was not a good feeling at all.
Just as he was about to reject, he suddenly saw her pleading eyes. Song Qingshu could not help but feel his heart soften. Ge Bi was a woman who was very loyal to her love. If not for the fact that they had an intimate relationship in the beginning due to a freak combination of factors, she probably would not have done anything that would let down her late husband. Now that she asked him to wear the mask of Tang Kuo Bian, although it was self-deceiving, it was also a kind of adherence to her past love and values.
"Forget it. Why must I provoke her?" In the end, Song Qingshu gave up the idea of removing the mask. He thought that with time, she would eventually be able to calmly accept his true self in the future.
"You've been reducing these days." Song Qingshu gently pulled her into his arms, feeling her soft body. He could temporarily disregard his reputation, but he had to hold on to the substantial benefits.
Being hugged by him, Ge Bi's body trembled, but she quickly relaxed. She gently pressed her face against his chest and hugged him tightly, as if she was feeling the breath of her husband.
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