Questions sur les chansons d'amour - Chapitre 34
"Chief, this General Dawei is from the Cheng family, a prominent clan of generals. His given name is Jue. He has been renowned since childhood. The Cheng family army he built is extremely rigorously trained, but every soldier is fearless and can fight a hundred men. He is the Grand Marshal of Dawei, second only to the king, a very mysterious and prestigious figure. This time, King Wei specially sent him to escort the marriage alliance, probably to test the strength of our Tianxing. He brought only about three hundred followers, but they are all subordinates of the Cheng family army." Jin San reported to me in detail the information he had gathered, even including information on the leaders of the soldiers he brought.
Cheng Jue—
I rested my chin on my hand and pondered. He had a background and a complete set of information. This General Dawei seemed to be a native of this time and space. Moreover, looking at his cold, murderous eyes behind the mask, he certainly had the look of a general who had experienced countless battles.
In that case, it probably wasn't transported from somewhere, right?
So-
Where does that faint sense of familiarity come from? Strange.
Chapter 84 Two Lively Treasures
"Can you find a portrait of him?"
"We can't find him. This general is said to be an extremely mysterious figure in the country, with unpredictable whereabouts. He's rarely seen in public except when he's on the battlefield, and he doesn't have much contact with court officials. When he goes to the battlefield, he always wears a mask. Very few people have ever seen his face."
Uh—? So mysterious?
I rested my chin on my hand, a hint of interest in my eyes. I wondered what would be underneath the mask?
I unconsciously swung my feet, creating a refreshing splash of water.
"Thief! Thief! Thief!"
A sudden shout shattered the night in Huaicheng, and a flurry of footsteps clearly came from afar.
I opened my eyes with a snap.
Under the cover of night, a thin boy ran desperately ahead, while a man in a scholar's robe waved his hands and shouted hoarsely behind him, stumbling along. Because of the scholar's shouts, quite a few people were trying to stop the boy in front.
Wow—someone's really stealing things?
That's so cool!
I jumped up immediately and shouted excitedly, "Kim Sam, I need to help!"
"No problem." Kim Sam didn't say a word more: "How does the boss want to help? Do you want me to go and capture that kid?"
"No." I wagged my finger, a cryptic smile on my face. "I want you to help that kid escape."
Kim Jong-un was taken aback by what I said, and then he laughed.
"Okay," he replied, and then slipped out.
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The skinny boy ran past us, his small face contorted with a mixture of fear and excitement. He bit his lip, his eyes shining, and the image flashed by in an instant.
Kim Jong-un let the boy go, but steadily stopped the scholar behind him.
The scholar was forced to stop, panting heavily, his hands on his knees, and it took him a while to straighten up and look at Jin San.
"Brother, you saw me being robbed, but instead of helping me catch the thief, you stopped me and let the thief get away. Could it be that you are in cahoots with this thief?" the scholar asked righteously.
"No," Kim Jong-un replied calmly.
"No, then why are you stopping me, brother?" The scholar wiped the sweat from his brow and continued to nitpick his words.
Before Jin San could answer, the thief, who had already run far away, realized no one was chasing him, so he suddenly braked, turned around, and ran back. He circled the scholar, made a face, which made the scholar yell angrily. He didn't have time to argue with Jin San anymore, so he bypassed Jin San and chased after him again.
Kim Jong-un was speechless, and I was also taken aback, before bursting into laughter.
There are such thieves, and such scholars.
They're such a pair of clowns.
Chapter 85 Dragged into the Water
Jin San and I sat on the rooftop, watching with smiles as the two of them ran and chased each other, circling around Huai Lake.
Whenever the scholar got lost or wanted to give up the chase, the thief would always come back to tease him again, and then the scholar would get angry and yell loudly, continuing to chase after him.
After running three or four laps, the thief finally stumbled, tripped over something, and fell, unable to get up. The scholar stumbled over, fell to the side, and could only gasp for breath.
I was overjoyed.
Without me saying anything more, Kim Jong-un led me down from the roof and stood in front of them.
In the darkness, I hadn't noticed him at first, but now that he was standing right in front of me, I realized that although the thief appeared thin and small, with tattered clothes and a face covered in mud, a closer look revealed that his skin was very fair, his lips were bright red, his teeth were white, and his large, dark eyes gleamed with a cunning light. He saw me squatting down in front of them, smiling slyly, and rolled his eyes: "Brother, who are you? Why are you blocking our way and preventing us from playing our game?"
Just as I was about to speak, I saw the scholar, who was lying face down on the ground with his buttocks up, suddenly raise his head. His eyebrows and cheeks were covered in dust, and he looked extremely disheveled. He pointed angrily at the thief and said, "Playing...playing games? You stole my things and you say you're playing games? You despicable little thief, you...you give my things back to me."
The thief chuckled: "I won't give it back. Why don't you chase me again? If you catch me, I'll give it back to you."
The scholar rolled his eyes, his fingers trembled, and he couldn't even speak.
"Young master... young master..."
Three or five attendants rushed out of the alley, anxiously helping the scholar to his feet. These attendants were dressed in fine clothes, clearly from a wealthy family. But what had they been doing all this time? Why had their young master taken so long to find them?
Seeing that his helpers had arrived, the scholar became smug and shouted at the thief, "Hey, if you don't give me back my things, I'll have someone beat you up."
Gaa—