Chapter 1280 - 316: The Pen Sharp as a Blade

Chapter 1280: Chapter 316: The Pen Sharp as a Blade

The gentle wind of Jin land brings promotion;

Actually,

The method of this round of promotion has long been clear enough, after all, there was Fanli who took the lead, followed by Liang Cheng, Siniang, and A Ming’s subsequent progress;

Regarding this matter, the demon lords basically engage in "information sharing" because no one knows who will be the first to advance in the next round;

Moreover, everyone is gathered around my lord, living this "life" together, it can be said that everyone is now a team, and this team has a high degree of freedom. Everyone is playing to their heart’s content, and there isn’t any conflict of interest over who advances first, so internal conflict is out of the question.

And the key to this round is four words—open one’s heart.

A new level beyond mere "flattering," but actually, it’s not difficult.

The blind man has been hesitating and contemplating,

Just as he said, his heart is empty.

But,

Empty is also "something";

As the saying goes, form is emptiness, emptiness is form.

The blind man is a very clever person, and clever people usually act with composure and order when doing ninety-nine percent of things, but sometimes they can get caught up in trivial concerns.

However,

Promotion should have been an exciting and joyful event, after all, it signifies further restoration of strength;

It’s just,

This atmosphere,

This setup,

Makes it difficult for the blind man to extract that feeling of joy.

Just as Lord Zheng said previously, if the blind man advanced while wiping the citrus peel from the corner of his mouth, he, Zheng Fan, would be nauseated for ten years;

Now, it is reversed.

Moreover, "disgust" is often a strange emotion. When two people stand together and one feels disgusted, the other often feels indifferent, or even wants to laugh a little.

"Congratulations, congratulations." Lord Zheng said perfunctorily.

The blind man held his forehead and waved his hand perfunctorily as well.

"I think it was meant to coincide with the mood just now, nothing to do with the orange." Lord Zheng said.

The blind man shook his head,

Said:

"My lord, there’s no need to explain this matter."

The blind man lifted his head,

His words also made him feel some mental discomfort.

"It’s difficult for you to stay here and assist the Sword Saint with protection, I have some affairs to handle."

This was a crude excuse, as if it were something serious, the blind man would definitely know, but he still nodded. After Lord Zheng left, the newly promoted blind man replaced him as the protector of the Sword Saint.

He needed quiet, and even more so, time to adjust.

Currently,

The most fortunate thing,

Should be that he was in the latter half of the batch to advance, if he were the first, his experience would certainly be demanded by other demon lords, repeatedly explained many times;

This would be a terrifying ordeal;

At the same time,

The style might also be dragged into a bizarre whirlpool, no longer "eye-burning," but "a sty in the eye."

After a while,

The blind man quietly took out the second orange from his pocket,

Hesitated for a moment,

Then put it back in his pocket.

Beside him, there was also half an orange left by Lord Zheng.

The blind man pointed forward with his fingertip,

The orange rolled down the steps, rolling forward;

With another pull of his fingertip,

The orange began to roll backward;

Rolling forward,

And rolling back again;

Rolling forward,

And rolling back again;

Finally,

The blind man snapped his fingers,

The half orange burst open,

The air was immediately filled with the scent of orange,

The blind man’s mouth twitched,

This nauseating sweet and sour scent.

...

Lord Zheng indeed had affairs to attend to, Siniang had been busy in the signing room, and when he returned to the manor victoriously, Siniang told him about the Sword Saint’s "disappearance" before promptly returning to sorting the ledgers.

The war preparations against Chu were imminent,

The Snow Sea Pass had to mobilize at least fifteen thousand soldiers, along with corresponding laborers;

Moreover, there was the addition of wild people slave soldiers, considering all provisions and military needs, amidst thousands of strands, only Siniang had the capability to organize this mess.

Therefore, Lord Zheng was reluctant to inquire of Siniang:

Didn’t we agree to start making a baby after I returned from Yanjing, when shall we begin?

He didn’t disturb Siniang, and the princess, who slept early every day, maintained the almost rigid routine of Chu nobility whenever possible, so Lord Zheng did not go to her.

Ultimately,

Lord Zheng entered a charming, small courtyard.

She would not sleep early, nor could she sleep early.

The two maidservants on night watch immediately greeted him upon his arrival:

"Greetings, my lord."

"Greetings, my lord."

"Alright, you may leave."

Lord Zheng pushed open the door and saw a delicate figure sitting inside.

Liu Ruqing, before sleep, wearing a long robe of thin purple silk, accentuated her delicate figure with exquisite perfection.

This attire could only be worn in the bedroom, never outside.

Though it’s often said that a person’s appearance depends on clothing, some individuals carry themselves in a way that lifts the clothing.

Liu Ruqing is such a woman; her beauty, her demeanor, her charm, her fragility—everything about her forms an exquisite coexistence on her.

Were she within the palace, she would certainly be the kind of woman able to cause a king to neglect his duties.

Indeed, the melancholic allure typically associated with widows also adorned her forehead with a captivating fragrance, subtly appropriate and fitting.

Not grievance, nor hatred, nor sorrow,

But regret;

Overdoing or lacking, both would spoil the charm.

Just as Lord Zheng thought, others might be busy, or sleep early, but Liu Ruqing, would not.