Rebirth of a Female General

Chapter 240
Hong Zhuang immediately frowned, and reasoned with him displeasedly: "The emperor's decree is false, can it be false? You said that we need to wait for the Marquis of Zhenbei to verify our identity, but we have no contact with people in Northern Xinjiang. Who can tell us?" Can you tell the truth from me?"

The soldiers guarding the city obviously didn't expect this, and scratched their heads not knowing how to answer.

He just obeyed the orders from above and followed the scriptures.

How do you know if anyone in northern Xinjiang knows Yan Qing and others?
The soldier glanced at Yan Qing, who was silent, and saw that his expression was on fire, as if he was not dissatisfied, he couldn't help but became more courageous, but he also kept his sense: "The villain just obeys orders. The above explained it like this. The villain just Just do it. As for how Lord Hou will verify the identities of the two generals, I dare not speculate casually."

Hong Zhuang stared sharply, dissatisfied with the soldier's answer, and was about to refute a few more words, but was stopped by Yan Qing.

"I received the imperial decree, but I haven't been in office for a long time. The Marquis of Zhenbei is annoyed at my contempt, and I can understand it."

Yan Qing said to the soldiers guarding the city, "Brother, please tell the Marquis of Zhenbei that Qing's appointment has been delayed for a long time, and he has offended His Majesty, and has been reprimanded by His Majesty. Qing knows his own faults, and should not have extravagantly asked for forgiveness from the Marquis." However, the Holy Majesty's imperial decree urgently urged that if Ruoqing fails to arrive on time, I'm afraid that the Holy Majesty will blame him and implicate Lord Hou."

The soldiers guarding the city froze for a moment, then subconsciously turned their heads to look at a young man in green shirt who was drinking tea at the tea stall at the gate of the city.

Yan Qing followed his line of sight, and saw the man waving a fan, sitting facing the city gate, with three cups of tea placed in front of the table.

Seeing Yan Qing looking over, the man held the cup of tea in front of him and invited Yan Qing: "The general has been exhausted all the way, why don't you take a break and have a cup of green tea?"

Hongzhuang glanced at Yan Qing.

Yan Qing walked up to the tea stall and sat down.

The man closed his fan with a smile, pointed at the tea in front of Yan Qing with the tip of the fan, then looked at the red makeup standing behind Yan Qing, pointed to another cup of tea and said, "Why doesn't this general also sit down and rest?"

After finishing speaking, he asked Yan Qing for his opinion, "I have heard for a long time that General Yan loves soldiers like sons, so I don't think he would mind if his subordinates drink with me at the same table, right?"

Hearing this vile yet obvious provocation, Hong Zhuang squinted her eyes and snorted coldly.

Since she has investigated the general, she should know that the general doesn't mind eating at the same table with others, it's just that everyone in the camp respects the general and knows that the general doesn't like people to be close, so they never sit at the same table with him.

But he didn't want such a trivial matter, in the eyes of them, it would be like a general treating his subordinates harshly.

It's ridiculous.

Hong Zhuang never sat down.

Yan Qing didn't drink clear tea either.

"If Ms. Guo wants to verify the truth, she can say it bluntly, there is no need to beat around the bush."

Guo Jia froze with a smile, stared at Yan Qing's unwavering eyes, retracted the folding fan in his hand and knocked on it, and said in a puzzled way: "I've never seen you before, how do you know who I am?"

Not to mention that she was dressed in men's clothing, even the uncles who watched her grow up couldn't recognize her, but Yan Qing could see through her daughter's body at a glance.

Even if Yan Qing saw through her appearance in men's clothing, she shouldn't have insisted that she was the daughter of Zhenbei Hou.

In order to be able to leave the city smoothly, she made a special modification, even if her father stood in front of her right now, she might not be able to recognize her at a glance.

She and the soldiers guarding the city only said that she was sent by her father, but did not reveal her identity.

Therefore, even if Yan Qing checked his identity in advance, he shouldn't see through his identity at a glance.

She was very curious about how Yan Qing did it.

Yan Qing glanced at her shallowly, and said, "Guess."

Guo Jia choked.

The answer is simple and crude, but reasonable.

It was she who was overjoyed, and when Yan Qing tricked her, she admitted it herself.

Guo Jia tapped the folding fan on the palm of his hand, and he didn't feel sorry for himself for making such a simple mistake, instead he said with a smile: "It turns out that the Yan family, who have always been passed down with integrity, are also good at lying."

"Soldiers never tire of deceit."

Yan Qing said calmly.

Guo Jia was blocked by a sentence, and the words turned around, but she looked at Yan Qing and smiled: "The general is a beautiful woman, and he can pour out all living beings, but he has a cold face. It's really boring."

Yan Qing said nothing, just looked at the smiling Guo Jia, guessing her plan.

"You have such a choking temper, it's easy to suffer."

After Guo Jia laughed, she shook her head and sighed helplessly.

Yan Qing remained silent.

She knows that she tends to be cold when she speaks, so she usually doesn't do warm-up work.

That's my brother's job.

Later, it was Meng Shulan who did it.

Or, someone else.

After all, things that enliven the atmosphere are not suitable for her to do.

Regarding this point, she heard many people say it, and tried to change it.

It's just that the results are not ideal.

But in any case, this should not be the turn of Guo Jia, who was acquainted for the first time and who knows no friends or enemies, to say this.

Looking at the fact that she asked the soldiers to stop them, Yan Qing felt that this person should not be friendly enough to mention her.

"If Ms. Guo asks people to stop Qing and wait just for the sake of teasing and making it clear, I'm afraid I will disappoint Ms. Guo."

Yan Qing's brows and eyes were slightly cold, "If Miss has nothing else to do, please let me go now. Now there is only less than a month before the deadline that the Holy Majesty said. The report will take some time on the road, and I may not afford to delay it. "

Guo Jia sighed: "You should be lucky, I am a magnanimous person. If someone else deliberately made things difficult for you, why would you just expose it lightly because of your threat?"

"Of course my father will be reprimanded by His Majesty for delaying the deadline for taking office. But you are the one who will be punished in the end?"

Guo Jia argued with Yan Qing, "Furthermore, the handover of military power is inherently complicated, and you came late. As long as you write in the notice, you deliberately delayed the date of taking office, resulting in insufficient time for the final handover of military power. Delay. In this case, it is all your responsibility, even if there is dissatisfaction in the Holy Spirit, it will also go towards you."

Yan Qing's eyelashes drooped slightly, staring at Guo Jia deeply.

I really thought it was simple, but I didn't expect that Guo Jia, who grew up in the back house, would be able to feel the twists and turns of the court so clearly.

Shirking responsibility is a consistent trick in court.

Crude, but effective.

"You don't have to look at me like that."

Guo Jia smiled at Shang Yanqing's scrutinizing gaze, "That's not my idea."

Yan Qing's eyes flashed, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he heard Guo Jia say again, "The one who advised my father to stop you outside the city gate was the chief bookkeeper of Yangcheng, my father's classmate back then."

Listening to the unfinished words in Guo Jia's story, Yan Qing moved his fingertips slightly, and his slender eyelashes were half down, casting a shadow under his eyes.

Guo Jia glanced at Yan Qing who didn't say much, tapped the folding fan in his hand, and said again: "My uncle, I am from Beijing."

Yan Qing listened quietly.

"He wants to show you off. What I said just now is his plan."

Guo Jia suddenly turned the folding fan in his hand, put his elbows on the table above, moved closer, and asked with a smile, "How do you plan to break the game?"

(End of this chapter)