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Chapter 236 I don't like rats invading my house

The next morning.

It was barely dawn when Ling Shumo opened his eyes and covered the person beside him with the corner of the quilt.

Abai slept soundly. His face looked more rosy than when he first came to Dingzhou, and the blood scabs on his body had disappeared a lot.

He kissed her on the forehead lovingly.

In fact, this person talked in his sleep all night last night, and many of the things he said were things he had never heard before.

Including how he spent his days in the dungeon, counting the marks on the wall when he was blind, watching the people crying, the fall of the capital, etc.

Ling Shumo walked out of the room quickly, closed the door gently, and lowered his voice:

"Talk while walking. Don't do it here. It will disturb others."

"Yes..." The subordinate lowered his voice.

The two of them walked very quickly and only started talking after they were far away from the room.

"Lord Ling, a soldier came to report that he was seriously injured."

Ling Shumo frowned quietly: "Bring the doctor and medicine, I'll go take a look."

"Yes." said the subordinate.

Soon, they arrived at the bed of the rushing soldier.

The man was still half lying on the bed, exhausted and breathing very weakly, as if he was breathing in but not out.

"Ling... Lord Ling, General Song... intends to... destroy... the army of Dingzhou... and... kill... kill you!"

The soldier was probably extremely tired. His face was pale and he spoke with a strong breath.

"Sir, they are planning to kill me after I'm dead!" A Yanshen's face suddenly turned pale.

Everyone knows that when the Zhengzhou army fled to the mountains and forests, they relied on the homes they built in Dingzhou.

Later, other prefectures were gradually recovered, with the help of Dingzhou. Now that the foreign enemies have been driven out, they are getting rid of them.

Ling Shumo seemed to be thinking about this, and the clues in his mind were turning very quickly.

It can be inferred that they felt that as a former high-ranking civil servant, he should not have such a high reputation among the rebels.

The fame brought by recapturing Yanzhou is too great, and I am afraid it will affect Song Yuanshan's claim to the throne!

"Ayan, order them to keep this man well in the dark." Ling Shumo said lightly.

"Does the lord need more protection?" A Yan asked earnestly.

Ling Shumo stroked the cuff of his shirt and rubbed it slowly: "They have already sent people to infiltrate the army."

Presumably, the rumors about the burning of paintings in the tent a few days ago and the painting saint taking his anger out on the Dingzhou army and stopping painting were spread by those people.

After all, there is no pure place in this world...

The capital city hasn’t been recovered yet!

The rats from outside were not driven out completely, and the ones inside started to eat each other.

He was just concerned about the people's livelihood and had no intention of fighting for power.

"Go to the government office!" Ling Shumo waved his hand.

Soon, all the Dingzhou army generals received new orders.

Now the Dingzhou Army itself has only 6,000 people, and the soldiers of the other four or three state army alliances have already withdrawn to their own states to garrison.

Ling Shumo issued an imperial edict to increase the number of troops by 10,000 and sent Lin Yanze to lead the army. He even appointed a number of generals who were born as civilian hunters and promoted them wholeheartedly.

On this day, he prepared wine and drinks at the west gate of the city to reward the soldiers and asked everyone to defend the city in the next few days.

"Thank you, Lord Ling!" Centurion Wang Sen clasped his fist and took the bowl.

There is no need for too many reminders, everyone can guess the significance of defending Dingzhou City to the death.

All the soldiers lined up one by one, holding bowls, drinking and smashing the bowls.

Ling Shumo looked at everyone with a dark gaze. He felt that these people were miserable in the chaotic times and should not kill each other.

He held the list of suspicious soldiers and examined the names one by one in his mind.

At this time, Bai Wan, after waking up, took Old Man Bai for a stroll around the city.

Mr. Bai’s “condition is unknown”, and he wants to accompany him to happily spend the last days of his life.

Be it five years, ten years, or even just one month, he must be happy.

But Old Man Bai, who never liked going to the study and painting boat, actually suggested taking Bai Wan along for the unprecedented trip.

He had a hunched back and sunken cheekbones without even a bit of flesh to hold onto, but he still said tremblingly, "Abai, now that you like painting, daddy will accompany you to look at it."

I even felt a little upset that I had no money and couldn't afford to buy a pen for my son.

"Dad," Bai Wan coughed, "No, I'm going to take you out for food, drink, whoring and gambling."

Old Man Bai, with tears in his eyes, knocked a walnut on his forehead and said, "You are such an immoral boy. Don't bother with whoring and gambling!"

"Okay, except for prostitution and gambling, everything else is fine! Whatever you want, your son will buy it for you." Bai Wan rubbed his forehead with enjoyment.

They walked on the street. It was rare for the father and son to travel together, and it seemed as if they had returned to the Baiyun City of the past.

The owner of the roadside noodle stall saw the two of them and wiped his hands on his apron: "What would you like to eat?"

Old Man Bai said angrily, "Two bowls of noodles, one of which doesn't need...no extra ingredients, and no soup."

Bai Wan held his hand and said, "Don't listen to this old man. Measure both bowls and add more vegetables to one of them."

"Abai..." Old Man Bai looked at him with some annoyance.

"I know you want to help me save money, but how much can an old man like you eat and how much can you save?" Bai Wan teased.

Old Man Bai shook his head helplessly. His son had grown up but was just not obedient.

He had no choice but to be pressed down on a wooden stool, and quietly had his bowl and chopsticks stuffed into his mouth and served noodle soup, which came with extra ingredients.

Bai Wan looked at the man eating and chewing with great effort. His expression gradually changed as he became full and satisfied.

When it fell into his eyes, he just felt dazed.

He seemed to remember the old man who died at his feet and whose money and food were robbed by Xuanli’s army.

"Abai, you look less and less like a ruffian now. You must have come from a scholarly family in the past." Old Man Bai smiled.

He looked at Bai Wan, who was now eating very slowly, sipping the soup carefully, and being polite and courteous, which was very different from his previous eating habits.

This……

Bai Wan was slightly startled when he heard this, and then swallowed his mouthful of noodles quietly.

Since he regained his memory, he has become a bit of a scoundrel in character, but he is a calligrapher and painter after all, so some of his small habits have become more and more like before.

He immediately smacked his face fiercely: "Dad, my biological father was indeed a scholar, but he passed away a long time ago. Now you are my only father."

Old Man Bai pushed a plate of dried radishes in front of him and smiled: "One of your paintings is worth a fortune, and you still recognize me as your father?"

"Dad, don't listen to this useless stuff. Whenever money is calculated, it means that the painting was done for the price from the beginning." Bai Wan said.

There is no such thing as priceless calligraphy and painting. Only the works that one's heart desires are priceless.

It's a pity that only knowing how to draw can't make a living...

"Child, I can see that you are not as happy as before." Old Man Bai looked worried.

The ruffian in the past was so heartless that his eyes could not possibly show such sorrow.

"..." Bai Wan stared at the chopsticks in his hand for a long time, and when he looked up, he saw a homeless beggar standing in the corner.

It is hard to guess whether this person was a scholar, a poor peasant, or a coolie in the past.

But what is certain is that this person must have fled from other places due to war.

He couldn't even have a bowl of noodles.

"Dad, if I say that I am a commoner who is concerned about the country and the people, doesn't it sound ridiculous?"

Old Man Bai looked at him puzzledly: "What did you say?"

nothing--

He doesn't like rats invading his house...

I just don’t like them biting or killing people at home!