The two paintings were signed with the same five words.
A great general of Sloping Cliff.
Upon seeing these five words, Chen Changsheng's first reaction was that it was very bold, but after a moment, he felt very lonely.
I am a great general, how proud I am.
Alas, I am a great general of the remote Sloping Cliff Horse Farm.
And a great general at that.
Bold and lonely, these two feelings that were very difficult to combine, appeared together and vividly on the paper.
Chen Changsheng looked behind the desk and saw that the shelves on the wall were covered with books. There were profound interpretations of the Daoist school and also ordinary novels. The common characteristic was that they were all very clean. In a place that was perennially sand-swept, it was extremely difficult to accomplish this, but he could understand why.
He had often used this method to clean out the books in the library of the Orthodox Academy.
He had already guessed that this was Luo Bu's room, and when he thought about how this person actually carried a rare spatial artifact with him, he became even more curious. At this moment, he suddenly smelled a fragrance. Looking around, he saw that there was a bowl of leftover yogurt on the bookshelf. The yogurt was white and tender, adorned with a cherry and sprinkled with a few sesame seeds. Just looking at it made one's mouth water. He couldn't help but pick up the bowl of yogurt and examine it. He confirmed that it was not food from the camp, but a snack that Luo Bu had made last night.
At this point, Chen Changsheng was truly convinced, even feeling a little ashamed of his inferiority.
From Xining Village to the capital, he had seen countless young talents and cultivating geniuses. Senior Yu Ren, Gou Hanshi, Zhexiu, Xu You Rong, and even himself were such people, but he had never seen such an all-rounder — a genius in all fields.
Yes, in Chen Changsheng's view, this young officer called Luo Bu could be described as almost perfect.
Fortunately, although this person's medical skills were good, they were still inferior to his, he consoled himself.
The whistling outside the window and the pounding of the sandstone gradually grew softer. From the distance came the shrill sound of a bamboo flute, followed by the sound of footsteps.
From outside the wall came the sounds of pulling, and the wooden springs behind the door and window sprang open, allowing Luo Bu to walk in.
Sunlight once more shone into the room, scattered by the remnants of the sandstorm, painting the entire scene with an ancient flavor. It was a very beautiful sight.
Everything had happened so quickly that Chen Changsheng had not even had time to put the yogurt bowl back on the shelf.
Anyone who saw this scene would think that he was about to secretly eat the yogurt.
Luo Bu probably thought the same.
The atmosphere in the house was a little awkward.
There was a momentary silence.
Luo Bu turned and walked out of the house, saying, "I'm going to look at the grass."
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The reason the Great Zhou Imperial Court had set up a horse farm in such a remote mountain like Sloping Cliff was precisely because the meadows here were covered in frost grass, the favorite food of Dragon Stallions. As the official in charge, it was only natural for Luo Bu to take a look at the grass after the sandstorm, but Chen Changsheng, who had been holding the bowl of yogurt, was well aware that this was just an excuse. Just like how he had hurriedly said that he also wanted to take a look at the grass and then followed Luo Bu out of the room, he had only found an excuse to place the bowl of yogurt down as naturally as possible.
The sandstorm had stopped, but the traces of devastation were still very clear. The barracks and stables were not damaged at all, but the two interlocking crossbow huts in the distance needed to be repaired. What was more troublesome was that the frosty grass that covered the mountains and plains was covered in a thick layer of dust.
Other than their slightly bad tempers, Dragon Stallions were basically perfect war mounts, but no cavalry would overlook the importance they attached to the cleanliness of their feed. The frost grass in the mountains was definitely not edible without being washed, and given the number of soldiers at Sloping Cliff, it was simply impossible to manually clean it. Both man and horse could only wait for the rain to fall from the sky.
Perhaps for this reason, the several hundred Dragon Stallions on the meadow by the stream were rather irritable. From time to time, they would whimper and kick at the rocks in the meadow, the soldiers cursing as they cleaned the grass.
With the appearance of a figure, the Dragon Stallions instantly grew much quieter, and the soldiers became even more frightened out of fear.
This figure was Luo Bu.
Luo Bu did not lecture them. He waved his hand, indicating that they should continue with their work.
They knew that their general was not in a bad mood today, so they relaxed once more.
At this moment, a soldier who had once delivered medicine saw Chen Changsheng at Luo Bu's side and shouted in shock.
Sloping Cliff Horse Farm saving two brother and sister pharmacist who had fallen off the mountain was the most refreshing event in the last few years to these soldiers who had never even seen a demon. Many people knew of this matter and had even secretly gone to that room to see Chen Changsheng. Those soldiers who had chatted with Chen Changsheng were already familiar with him, so they all walked over to congratulate him.
"Little Cripple, you can finally get out of bed?"
"Little Cripple, you can finally get off the ground?"
"Little Cripple, you can finally come out to bask in the sun?"
The soldiers of Sloping Cliff Horse Farm had always called Chen Changsheng Little Cripple, because he was very young, had a naturally tender face, and was heavily injured in bed. There was no malice in this form of address. Chen Changsheng had lived with his senior brother Yu Ren since he was a child, so he did not feel too conflicted. He just felt that his meridians were only temporarily severed and not truly crippled. This form of address was wrong, so he could not accept it. As a result, he would always earnestly correct the other party.
But the more earnestly he refused, the more the soldiers of Sloping Cliff Horse Farm liked to call him this, as if they were purposely teasing him. But to the soldiers' helplessness, no anger could be seen on his face as he lay on the bed. He was always calm and composed.
Just like right now.
"I'm not a cripple."
Chen Changsheng looked at the soldiers and explained, "All of you can also see that I can get off the bed and walk around."
Someone teased, "Aren't you still limping? Why don't you take another two steps? "
Chen Changsheng was very obedient, using a tree branch to support his body as he took two steps.
He had only just gotten out of bed at night, but he had already been walking all this time. To his still weak body, this was no small burden. Now, after taking two steps, he became somewhat unsteady, scaring the soldiers into hurrying forward to support him.
A personal soldier on the side shouted, "Don't try to be brave. In addition, what does it matter if you can take two more steps? This is the front line, a horse farm. Only when you can mount a horse will you truly be fine. "
He had good intentions, but to the soldiers, it sounded like mockery and they all began to laugh.
The Dragonhorses raised by Sloping Cliff Horse Farm were the primary mounts of the black-armored cavalry. On the battlefield, they were extremely brave and fierce, had very bad tempers, and were extremely sensitive to strangers. Even the most elite of cavalry would need to spend one hundred days with a Dragonhorse in order to establish a stable relationship with it. Chen Changsheng needed someone to support him to stand, so how could he ride on the back of a Dragonhorse?
Luo Bu had said nothing this entire time, but now, the corner of his lips hidden in his beard perked up and his eyes became somewhat apathetic. Only those closest to him knew that this was a sign that he was not in a very good mood.
He was dissatisfied with the joke his subordinates were playing on Chen Changsheng.
To his surprise, Chen Changsheng was not angry, and his face was still covered in a smile.
Although this smile was faint, it was not fake. It was very real.
Several hundred Dragonhorses galloped from the edge of the stream into the depths of the pasture. In the gradually brightening light of dawn, they arrived near the crowd.
One of the horses suddenly stopped and turned its head to look at the crowd, somewhat confused as to what had happened.
Finally, its gaze fell on Chen Changsheng as if wondering, why is this young man smiling so happily?
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After half a year, I have finally returned to the Qing Kingdom. I am happy, but also deeply moved. I don't know where to put all these emotions into words. I just hope that all of us are well. I wish you all the best.
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