Mi primer marido después de la transmigración

Capítulo 112

"Following the gentle curves of the undulating landscape, I let my love roam freely across the Central Plains, the North, and the South. Facing the trials and tribulations, the passionate companionship of wind and rain, I cherish the golden years bestowed upon me by Heaven. With unwavering courage and integrity, I fear no hardship, my heroic spirit remaining steadfast year after year."

Life has its joys and sorrows, good and evil are two sides of the same coin, all for the dream of tomorrow. Watching the iron hooves trample across thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, I stand at the forefront of the storm, firmly grasping the rotation of the sun and moon, wishing for peace and happiness in the world, I really want to live another five hundred years..." Shen Haoyu used some internal energy, and his heroic singing voice clearly entered everyone's ears. No one knew that Shen Haoyu could sing, and that he sang quite well.

I knew this song was catchy, powerful, and inspiring. Sure enough, after listening to it twice, almost everyone below could sing it, and they joined in singing it again and again. For a moment, the sky above the training ground seemed to tremble. I had heard solos before, but never choral ones, and my heart pounded wildly, as if I wanted to join them.

Dai Chongyan rose from the head of the column, leaping onto the training ground. With a swift movement, he wielded a palm-width cyan longsword with effortless grace. The seemingly heavy sword moved with the agility of a feather in his hands. The soldiers erupted in even greater jubilation. The prince playing music, the commander-in-chief wielding a sword—truly a rare sight! I watched with bated breath, never daring to blink. I never imagined I'd be so fortunate. Looking at it this way, Dai Chongyan is truly remarkable; not only in military strategy, but also in cultivating the morale of his troops…

After finally finishing the piece, Dai Chongyan returned to his seat and said to Shen Haoyu beside him, "Prince Qing's zither skills are truly extraordinary."

Shen Haoyu humbly replied, "Not at all, General Dai's sword is far superior to mine."

Dai Chongyan shook his head: "Speaking of swords, who can compare to the chivalrous Gan beside you?" Although everyone knew that Gan Lin was the Blood Demon, the Youjing army called him Chivalrous Gan. After all, Gan Lin had saved many people, and no one wanted to associate him with the Blood Demon of Xuan Ying Kingdom. They preferred to think of him as Gan Lin of Youjing.

Suddenly, Shen Zexuan said, "General, you may not know this, but Gan Xiashi is not one of Haoyu's men, but rather a friend of his bodyguard?"

"Oh?" Dai Chongyan looked at Shen Haoyu with some doubt. Shen Haoyu smiled and said, "That's right."

Dai Chongyan chuckled heartily, but his words were slightly unsettling: "That's even more remarkable. For the guards in the manor to have such friends, the Prince Qing's manor is truly a place where hidden talents abound." Shen Haoyu twitched his lips and remained silent.

I glanced at Shen Zexuan with displeasure, only to see him nonchalantly pick up his wine glass, take a sip, and then look down at the soldiers in the stands, as if he hadn't said anything offensive. Why does this guy always seem to pick on Shen Haoyu regardless of the situation?

After everyone had played for a while longer, Dai Chongyan dismissed them and sent them back to their places. They had won one battle, but there were still many more to fight.

I ascended the city tower once more, this time to Huizhou. Half of the cities occupied by the Xuan Ying Kingdom had been recovered, but the rest would likely be even more difficult to reclaim.

In the distance, the cold mountains are shrouded in mist, the clouds are light and the smoke is faint. Listen to the frost-covered forest singing a rustling autumn song, and look at the flickering lights in the thousands of tents below. The autumn night in the northern frontier is so desolate and cold.

“We can go back next spring,” Shen Haoyu suddenly said, his breath coming in wisps of white smoke that were dispersed by the gentle breeze before they could take shape.

"Oh," I replied, wondering why he had suddenly brought this up.

"I promised Zinuo that I would return the indenture to you when we get back. Whether you want to stay in the Prince Qing's mansion or not is up to you. I won't kick you out." So that's what it was about.

I shook my head: "We'll see when the time comes. But, are we sure we'll win by spring?" He was really sure.

Shen Haoyu laughed and said, "Judging from this, it will probably snow in a few days. When the snow blocks the roads, the grain supplies of Xuan Ying will not be able to be transported. If the grain supply is cut off, they will surely be defeated if they are trapped in those cities. We just need to trap them."

"What about us? Aren't we afraid that the snow will be too heavy and the supplies won't be able to get through?"

"This place is better than theirs. When you have the chance to see the winter conditions in northern Xuan Ying, you will know that they generally do not come to invade our territory in winter."

Imagine it.

"But what if they abandoned those cities before they were sealed off by the snow?" I asked. Knowing they would be trapped, why wouldn't they have looked for a way out?

Shen Haoyu sneered: "Why would they easily spit out the fat meat that's already in their mouths? As long as they have even a sliver of hope, they won't give up the territory they've worked so hard to acquire."

I sighed inwardly, thinking that's just human nature.

Shen Haoyu was right. On September 23rd, snowflakes began to fall from the sky, landing on the dry ground in a thin layer that slowly condensed into ice crystals. I squatted down and gently touched them with my finger; they were cool to the touch. Back inside, I made myself a cup of hot tea and then went to Zinuo's room, wanting to ask him to do something.

There were no heated kang beds in the northern region, and the room was cold and dark. We lit a stove and placed it under the table, then played Dou Dizhu (a card game) with Zinuo and Ganlin. The loser had to have a line drawn on their face. It wasn't really gambling, was it? Whatever, we closed the door, so no one would know.

Gan Lin, despite being a novice, worked seamlessly with Zinuo, probably due to their regular sword training. It was a real hardship for me; I kept losing and was too ashamed to look in the mirror, wondering what a terrible mess I'd made of. And yet, I loved being the landlord and refused to let anyone else have it. Gan Lin was the landlord six times but only got six lines drawn on her. I suspected Zinuo was secretly letting her win, but I couldn't find any evidence. Zinuo's face was the cleanest, with only two lines.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Feeling guilty, I quickly put away my cards. Actually, the main reason was that my hand was really bad.

"Is Zinuo there?" Lin Zhao's voice asked.

Zinuo responded and opened the door. Lin Zhao looked at Zinuo, then at me and Gan Lin, and burst into laughter. I quickly rushed over and covered his mouth: "Shh! Don't let anyone know."

"Unless I'm included." Lin Zhao narrowed her eyes. I glanced furtively at the door: "Where's Zhixuan?"

"He went out with the young prince, I didn't go." With that, he closed the door behind him. Sitting down on the stool, Lin Zhao said with some dissatisfaction, "Huai'en, since Gan Lin came along, it seems like you haven't played cards with me and Zhixuan at all, have you?"

I said awkwardly, "Isn't this in the military? It wouldn't be good if someone saw us. Besides, you two are important people, there's always a lot of trouble..."

Lin Zhao scoffed, "Come on." He glanced at the table and said, "You guys were playing Dou Dizhu just now, weren't you? Now there are four of us, let's play Upgrading."

"Okay, but we have to start over. I need to wash the ink off my face first." Now I won't be fighting alone anymore. Lin Zhao's face was clean, so we asked him to go fetch water so we could wash our faces. That lazybones, he didn't even bother to get some hot water; it's freezing! After finally getting our faces clean, we immediately put our hands on the stove to warm them.

Four cards were placed, and each person drew one. We found our partners. Gan Lin and I were paired together, while Zinuo and Lin Zhao were paired together. It seems like we're at a slight disadvantage, since Gan Lin has basically never played Upgrade before...

As expected, this time Zinuo didn't care that Ganlin was also his master, and Lin Zhao was even more impolite, not caring that Ganlin was a junior, and didn't give him any leeway. Those two heartless people beat Ganlin and me to a pulp, and our faces were once again a terrible sight. I don't even know what day it is today!

Judging by the time, it seems like it's almost dinnertime. Looking at the gloomy sky outside, I'm afraid these days will continue for several more months.

I washed my face before daring to leave the room to go eat.

The snow had been falling for several days, covering the ground with a thick layer. Several attacks on Jingzhou had failed, and the two armies were once again locked in a stalemate. Wouldn't the longer this dragged on, the worse it would be for them? They hadn't made any major moves; who knew what tricks they were up to? Last time, we suffered a great loss.

Just after breakfast that day, Shen Haoyu sent someone to tell him that he was going hunting. He hadn't gone out for leisure since the incident in Qingzhou City, and since he had been cooped up for months, he might as well go. It would also be good to see how my arrows were doing.

The group exited the city through the east gate, which led to Fengzhou. There was absolutely no chance of encountering enemy troops there, and since the enemy's "living map" was dead, there was no need to worry about them finding another route to bypass the city. However, this time, not only Shen Haoyu and the Qing Prince's entourage came out, but Shen Zexuan also joined them, accompanied by Guangqi and three unfamiliar guards.

Before leaving, I took the fox fur cloak that Shen Haoyu had given me last year. Although it didn't match my current outfit, it was my warmest possession, so I couldn't help it. But when Shen Haoyu saw Shen Zexuan appear there dressed in fiery red, he insisted on taking my cloak and giving me the black cloak that Yin Yan had made for him. I was happy to accept it; it looked much better with my clothes. However, seeing Shen Haoyu wearing that mismatched fiery red cloak was really hard to bear…

Oh well, they brought it on themselves.

Riding across the snow-covered plains, the horse's hooves left deep tracks in the snow. Gan Lin whispered in my ear, "If the snow gets any heavier, maybe we can make you a snowsled to play with." Remembering my embarrassing moment last time, I glared at Gan Lin, who burst into smug laughter. Lin Zhao, confused, hurriedly asked what was going on, but after my glare, he had no choice but to shut up. Zi Nuo, who was nearby, must have heard Gan Lin's words and started laughing too. I quickly spurred my horse to catch up with Shen Haoyu and the others ahead, hoping to get away from this dangerous place.

The trees in the forest weren't very dense, and riding a horse wasn't too difficult. Everyone split up to search for prey, but Zinuo and Ganlin stayed close to me. We spotted small animal tracks on the ground leading deeper into the forest, so we quietly dismounted, tied our horses to tree trunks, and followed them on foot into the woods.

A dark figure leaped out from the withered branches and covered a distance in an instant. I quickly drew an arrow, nocked it, and shot it. The figure ran for a while before collapsing to the ground. As I chased after it, a long trail of blood stretched across the ground. The bright red blood stood out starkly against the snow, stinging my eyes.

Gan Lin picked up his prey, which turned out to be a roe deer. After being shot by an arrow, he thought he might be able to escape, but he eventually fell down.

"You've really made rapid progress. I wonder if it's because you have a great teacher?" Gan Lin smiled, his eyes crinkling.