Luo Bu wanted to trade medicinal soup for the meat soup in Nanke's hands, but Nanke did not want to.
She looked at Chen Changsheng. Chen Changsheng blinked his eyes with some difficulty, and then with even more difficulty, he turned his head to Luo Bu, using his eyes to express his gratitude.
The medicinal soup was brought to his lips. He noticed that the bowl had been washed very cleanly, with no leftover odor, much less any oily odor.
Then, he smelled the scent of seventeen medicinal ingredients in the bowl. These ingredients were far from precious in the capital, but in a remote horse farm like this, they would have been very difficult to prepare. Of course, what shocked him the most was not the cleanliness of the bowl or the completeness of the ingredients, but the medical skill that Luo Bu had displayed through this bowl of medicinal soup.
Time slowly passed as the medicinal soup and meat soup swapped places. Chen Changsheng and Nanke had already spent their fourth day at Sloping Cliff Horse Farm.
Nanke was still in a daze, not knowing who Chen Changsheng was or who she was. She only vaguely remembered that Chen Changsheng was very important to her and that she would stand guard at his side every day, cooling the medicine, cooking the meat, and cleaning him like a maid. Moreover, she would warily stare at anyone who tried to approach the room, with the exception of one person: Luo Bu.
In the first three days of being unable to speak, Chen Changsheng would often think, perhaps it was because Luo Bu had given her a lot of meat to eat?
On the fourth day, he was still unable to get off the bed, but his body could already move slightly, like turning around and raising his hand. Most importantly, he could speak. To his surprise, the officer called Luo Bu did not ask about his origins again.
Although it was a remote horse farm, there were still many matters to attend to. As the commanding officer, Luo Bu naturally could not always laze around in the room. Many times, the people who came to deliver the medicinal soup were his personal soldiers or other officers of the horse farm. Because of his bloodline, and because he had cultivated the Art of Following One's Will since childhood, Chen Changsheng had an innate quality that made others feel close to him. Whether it was the Black Goat in the Imperial Palace or the Black Dragon under New North Bridge, they were all like this, let alone these officers with relatively simple minds. In a very short amount of time, he had become familiar with these people.
As long as he ignored Nanke's gaze, which was like that of a little beast protecting its food, Chen Changsheng's conversation with the officers proceeded very smoothly. He gained a clearer understanding of the situation on the front lines, a more direct understanding of the morale of the army. More importantly, he understood the story of Sloping Cliff Horse Farm and Luo Bu.
Anyone who heard of Luo Bu's story would inevitably feel a great deal of sympathy and anger towards the injustice. Chen Chang Sheng was no exception.
He believed that the reason Luo Bu had been able to obtain so many military merits over the years wasn't because of luck or background, but because of his talent.
From Sloping Cliff Horse Farm's seemingly unhurried but actually extremely orderly daily management and life, one could see this person's skill in managing his subordinates and his path of command. And the fact that he was able to quickly recover from Chen Changsheng's injuries with just a few medicinal soups was even more proof of this person's extraordinary medical skills.
Of course, these were all impressions he got from their conversations, and naturally couldn't compare to seeing it with his own eyes.
If he wanted to see it with his own eyes, he had to be able to get out of bed and walk around the stud farm.
It was just that he hadn't thought about why he was so interested in the officer named Rob.
On the seventh day, Chen Chang Sheng woke up.
When Zhexiu had suffered countless torments in Zhou Prison and his meridians had been severed, he had ultimately relied on the stimulation of pain to heal his injuries in the shortest amount of time possible. He had used the same method, and he had spent the entire night fighting against unimaginable pain.
Nanke had been attending to him the entire time, using a towel to wipe his sweat, feeding him water, and gently caressing his chest. Her movements were naturally very inexperienced and clumsy, but they were very serious. She had consumed a great deal of her mind, and only when she saw that he was finally quiet at the fourth watch did she relax and go to sleep, not noticing that he had left the room.
The morning light shone on the meadows between the mountains, a thin mist flowed down from the valley, and the horses that had just woken up began to moan.
Chen Changsheng picked up a branch and, supporting his weak body, began to casually walk around the horse farm.
It wasn't that he didn't cherish his body. On the contrary, he needed to move around so that his newly reconnected meridians could be consolidated as quickly as possible.
Sloping Cliff Horse Farm covered a very large area. The barracks, arrow stacks, and array pivots seemed to be scattered in every corner, but if one carefully observed, one could see some sort of rule hidden within them that could ensure the most effective response when encountering an enemy.
Chen Changsheng was well-versed in the Daoist Canon, but he had never studied military law. He could see through the intricacies of Sloping Cliff Horse Farm's military arrangements at a glance because, while Su Li had taught him swordplay on the journey back from the snowy plains to the south, he had also taught him a great deal of this aspect.
From the freshness of the earth in front of the palisades and the wooden strongholds, one could see that these arrangements had probably been made after Luo Bu arrived at Sloping Cliff Horse Farm.
The more Chen Changsheng looked, the more he felt that these military arrangements contained a military strategy, perfectly confirming the knowledge Su Li had taught him. He couldn't help but feel a deep admiration for this person, but he did not associate this with certain matters.
The mountains of the north were majestic and callous, and the weather was temperamental. The chilly morning light suddenly transformed into a bone-chilling gale. Countless grains of sand were swept up by the gale and rushed toward the horse farm from the entrance to the mountain range. In an instant, the world turned dark.
The barracks resounded with warning whistles, stern orders, and hurried footsteps.
Chen Changsheng did not want to add to the chaos, so he used a branch to slowly move back along the eaves. When he raised his head, he saw Luo Bu.
Luo Bu realized that he could walk and happily smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. "Congratulations."
He was in a rush to arrange for his subordinates to deal with the sandstorm, so he had no time to say anything else. He glanced at the branch under Chen Changsheng's arm and shook his head. He pointed at the door behind him, indicating that Chen Changsheng should go in and take shelter.
With Chen Changsheng's current speed, by the time he returned to his original room, the sandstorm would assuredly have enveloped this place. He had no reason to refuse, so he complied and walked in. Before he could turn around, the door closed, and then a clear clap came from outside.
Luo Bu had probably slapped some sort of mechanism on the door or wall. A thick and solid bar sealed the door shut, and at the same time, several sturdy wooden boards fell down, tightly blocking the window. At the same time, an oil lamp on the table lit up without a flame.
Chen Chang Sheng didn't misunderstand, so he didn't panic. He carefully examined the mechanism within the room and found that the structure was very simple yet very intricate. Even the most common citizen could operate it. Thinking about it, the entire stud farm's barracks had a similar arrangement, so he completely relaxed.
In the next moment, his gaze was attracted by an item on the table.
The faint yellow light fell on the table, illuminating the papers.
These were the extremely valuable paper from Shi Province. Let alone this remote horse farm, even the Mount Song Army headquarters did not have much.
Some of the papers had ink characters written on them, while others had pictures.
Chen Changsheng was not skilled in poetry, painting, or calligraphy, but he was well-read in the Daoist Canon, so he had a good eye.
The characters were extremely well written. The strength of character was hidden under the plump exterior, disdaining to be seen by others.
The paintings were also extremely good. One was a freehand painting of spring and autumn, while the other was a meticulous painting of flowers and birds reflecting the world.
Whose room was this? Whose characters and paintings were these?
In such a remote horse farm, how could someone so extravagantly use the paper from Shi Province, write such fine characters, and paint such fine paintings?
Chen Changsheng faintly had an answer in his heart.
Then, he saw the inscription on the two paintings.
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