Distant Mountain Battle Song

Chapter 267 My Lord, My Lord: A Single Word Difference, Yet Worlds Differ

Since the two children were born, the most excited person was not Yun Ce, but Feng An.

On the day the child was born, Feng An stayed outside the courtyard. When he heard that the Yun family had two sons at once, he waited for three days and then took all the stewards of the Yun family manor to the Yun family's Dragon God Temple to worship the Shehuo (a traditional folk performance).

There were no dragons in the Yun clan's Dragon God Temple, so Feng An wanted to sculpt one out of mud, but Yun Ce forbade it.

Everyone in the manor knows that the folk fire in the Yun Clan's Dragon God Temple can be extinguished, but even so, people still come to the Dragon God Temple to worship the folk fire in the hearth whenever they have a big or small matter.

There's no other reason than that this Shehuo (a type of folk performance) is extremely effective. Every time the manor lord and others pray for favorable weather and a good harvest, the Yun family manor area truly experiences favorable weather and a good harvest.

Everyone says that the Shehuo (a traditional folk performance) in each state is a large Shehuo, while the Shehuo of Yun Clan Manor is a small Shehuo, so small that it can only protect the Yun clan.

This kind of folk performance is actually more popular. The state folk performance naturally gives people a sense of awe, but the Yun family's small folk performance is different. People can see it and touch it.

Other people's fire pits are smooth as mirrors, with only a single, unlit flame wandering in them. The Yun family's fire pits need firewood or charcoal.

Even so, Feng An still treated the Shehuo worship ceremony as a top priority.

"Sacred fire, source of light, all life depends on your grace. Your blazing flames burn the heavens, warm the earth, dispel the cold night, and nurture all living beings, all thanks to your grace. We offer our sacrifices with devout hearts... We humbly beseech you..."

This was the first time Feng An had led all the stewards of the Yun clan to worship the Shehuo (a type of folk performance) by offering sacrifices. The Shehuo seemed to be very accommodating, as when Feng An sprinkled a handful of charcoal powder onto the Shehuo, a large burst of bright yellow flames rose up.

Yun Ce thought that Feng An was just going through the motions, but he didn't expect that the folk performance in Dragon Ball would also react, causing that large clump of flames caused by charcoal powder to burn in mid-air for a long time.

Strangely enough, neither Feng An nor the nearly three hundred stewards of the Yun Clan Manor found such a supernatural phenomenon strange. On the contrary, it was Yun Ce, the head of the family, who acted rather unnaturally.

After the worship ceremony and the firework display, Feng An led all the stewards of the Yun family to kneel and bow respectfully to Yun Ce, addressing him as their lord. They didn't usually do this, but today, they all appeared extremely solemn.

After the ceremony was completed, Feng An said to Yun Ce, "Only when the head of the family has a son can he be called the lord. If the head of the family has no son, he can only be called the head of the family."

Yun Ce said, "I thought that 'the master' meant 'the lord'."

Feng An let out a long breath, as if he wanted to expel all the air from his lungs.

"Because we had no choice, we could only refer to it vaguely."

It wasn't a big deal, just a difference of one word, but Yun Ce sensed a sense of desolation in Feng An's words. People can change a lot, but only the vicissitudes of life can show the changes in the earth.

"The Yun family currently has 67,457 members. Tomorrow, there will be 58 more members. Every day, new children are born, and every day, people from outside come to serve them."

Within five years, the patriarch will surely have a basic population to support Yun City. Your subject congratulates you, my lord.

Yun Ce waved his hand and said, "So you want to talk about the army's construction again?"

Feng An nodded and said, "Your Majesty knows that you do not think it is appropriate to select people from these former refugees, slaves and prisoners to form an army. Now, however, there is a very good opportunity. I wonder if Your Majesty can make it happen?"

Yun Ce said, "The army I want is different from the army that others want."

Feng An took a letter out of his pocket and handed it to Yun Ce.

Yun Ce glanced at the cover and discovered it was a letter from Liang Kun.

After reading it, he pondered for a moment and said, "You mean you want me to plot against He Tian's Tiger Army?"

Feng An nodded and said, "That's right. Although I don't know what kind of army our lord wants, if our lord can take down He Tian's Tiger Warriors, those people who have no independent ideas, although not as good as the army our lord has planned, should not be far off. After all, those people will only follow our lord's ideas."

Unafraid of death, oblivious to life and death, possessing formidable fighting power, they fight wherever their lord points. Does such an army meet your approval?

Yun Ce said, "What makes you think I can unlock the Beast Control's unique technique?"

Feng An laughed and said, "Your subject thought that my lord would ask me how to seize the Tiger Legion from He Tian, ​​but I did not expect that my lord would ask about the solution to the unique method of the Beast Supervisor."

Your subject believes that Your Majesty will surely find a way.

Yun Ce asked in surprise, "Why didn't I know I had such abilities?"

Feng An smiled obsequiously, like a fox, and chuckled as he put his hands in his sleeves: "Although I'm not sure, just by looking at the little dog Pizi in the mistress's arms that never grows up, the lively chestnut horse, and the increasingly intelligent black eagle, I humbly believe that Your Majesty must have some extraordinary abilities."

Moreover, Lei Ming and his group of children have already captured six Tiger Legion soldiers for our lord in the forest outside Lingzhou City. Whether they succeed or not, our lord can give it a try.” Yun Ce curled his lip and said, “Of the twenty-one Tiger Legion soldiers, only six actually survived.”

Feng An laughed and said, "The children are still young, and Liang Kun does not allow them to underestimate the enemy. Under such circumstances, they dropped countless bombs. I am already very satisfied that I was able to get six living Tiger Warriors for my lord."

Yun Ce waved his hand and said, "Then let's wait until they come back."

Feng An patted the dirt off his backside and bowed to Yun Ce, saying, "It seems that our lord has already made a plan on how to take down He Tian's Tiger Army?"

Yun Ce laughed and said, "Let's first thoroughly study how He Tian controls the Tiger Army. If there are any extraordinary tricks, I should be able to learn them."

Feng An laughed and said, "Liang Kun said the same thing. As for that little Lei Ming, he insisted that our lord can solve all the mysteries in the world that cannot be solved."

Yun Ce looked at Feng An and said, "You don't need to put pressure on me. I will definitely do what I need to do. The Tiger Legion is quite special, and your suggestions are also very good. Once we get the Tiger Legion, the Yun Clan Manor will have a basic defense force. I understand that too. However, you must understand that if the Yun Clan wants to truly rise, it absolutely cannot rely on the Tiger Legion, these walking corpses."

Feng An laughed loudly and said, "Let's take it one step at a time. We can't even take care of the present, let alone the long term."

Yun Ce was genuinely very satisfied with Feng An and Liang Kun. The two young scholars he had picked up from a pile of corpses long ago had now grown into two shrewd and ruthless political masters.

"My lord, why is your eldest son named Yun Shuo instead of Liu Shuo?"

Eji first looked at the baby in her arms, then looked up at Yun Ce. She always felt that the son of Liu Chang'an, the heir of the Prince of Changsha, should be named Liu Shuo. As for the name Yun Shuo, without the title of the heir of the Prince of Changsha, it didn't sound beautiful at all.

"Because his father's name is Yun Ce, and his surname is Yun, we have no choice but to make them also have the surname Yun. Didn't you hide the ancestral tablets in the family? Are you planning to make them die out?"

Eji muttered, "I mainly want to know what my husband is calling me. Sometimes he calls me Liu Chang'an, sometimes Yun Ce. I don't really know, so I asked."

Now I know, the child will be named Yunshuo, meaning a spear that comes from the clouds. It sounds majestic and awe-inspiring, which is quite nice.

Yun Ce leaned closer and smelled the milky scent on E Ji's body. For some reason, when he smelled the child again, the milky scent turned into the smell of rotten milk.

"Oops, I've pooped."

Seeing that Eji's side was in chaos again, Yun Ce went to Zhang Min's room next door.

Because there were children, the house was stuffy and hot from the heated walls, and Yun Ce wouldn't allow the doors and windows to be opened, so the smell in Granny Yue's room was naturally not good.

I had just gotten used to the smell at Eji's place, but after going out for a while and then going back into Zhang Min's room, the smell was still so intoxicating.

"Yun Tui, look! Your father who can't even name things is back."

The baby was only three days old, and his eyes weren't even fully developed yet, but Zhang Min held the swaddled baby and insisted that the three-day-old baby be affectionate with his father.

"The kid next door is called Yun Shuo, not Liu Shuo. Are you satisfied now?"

Zhang Min chuckled and said, "I thought the eldest son of the Yun family would change his surname to Liu and inherit the title of King of Changsha."

Yun Ce took the child from Zhang Min's arms and gently placed him in the hanging basket. He gave it a push, and the basket began to sway gently. The child was very well-behaved; he moved his mouth slightly and then fell asleep again.

"Let me tell you, this is the time when children are growing, and it's normal for them to sleep for long periods of time throughout the day. Don't wake my child up for some trivial things."

Zhang Min laughed and said, "Actually, no one cares whether the child's surname is Liu or Yun. All we know is that this is my husband's and my child. Even if we call him Goupizi, he is still our child."

Zhang Min is different from Eji. She always felt that she was lucky to be alive. If she hadn't met Yun Ce, she might never have had a child in her life.

When she returned from Tiewei Pass, although she had achieved some success, the scars all over her body almost extinguished her hope of becoming a mother.

Now, with her child right in front of her, Zhang Min felt very content. As for the child's future, with her guidance, the child would surely be intelligent and capable, unlike that fool Eji who corrupted the child.

Yun Ce took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Min, saying, "Use the messenger bird to deliver this letter to Wu Tong, who will then pass it on to Liu Changsheng."

Holding the letter, Zhang Min exclaimed with delight, "You're going to leave the title of Prince of Changsha to Tui'er?"

Yun Ce looked at Zhang Min, this hypocritical and despicable woman, with a blank expression and said, "The reason for the name Yun Tui is that when you gave birth to him, his buttocks came out first, and you had to push him back to be reborn, so he was named Yun Tui."

As for the letter to Liu Changsheng, my main question is how He Tian controlled the Tiger Legion, that group of walking corpses.

(End of this chapter)