Hold the thick thighs tightly [My father is a traitor]

Chapter 849 Jiang Tingsong’s Nemesis

Chen Jiajun?

Wu Haoran's eyes suddenly widened in disbelief. He glanced back and forth between the two old men, and seeing their serious expressions, which didn't seem fake, he was even more shocked and doubtful. He hurriedly raised his telescope and looked down with bated breath.

Not long after, he finally discovered a clue. In the faint light of the fire below, a vaguely familiar face flashed through the telescope.

He hurried to look for him again, but saw that the man seemed to have noticed his gaze from above, and suddenly raised his head, revealing a face he had seen before.

Wu Haoran was so frightened that he staggered back and even dropped the telescope in his hand to the ground.

He spoke incoherently again, "It's... it's General Chen Du. Why is he here?"

"Could it be that he is also planning a rebellion?"

"Your Majesty has always been kind to the Chen family. Why would he do this?"

Three questions came out of his mouth, and Wu Haoran's mind was already a mess and his thoughts were in a mess.

Wang and Lin looked at each other speechlessly when they saw how shocked he was.

Lin Yuzan straightened his snow-white cloak and said calmly, "There's no need to count the Chen family army here. They shoulder the heavy responsibility of guarding the North City, so it's impossible for them to come out in full force. Given Chen Du's cautious nature, I'd guess there are only 50,000 at most."

Then, with a look of sarcasm on his face, he said, "It seems he wants to wait for an opportunity and reap the benefits. Let's go and inform the old man and see how he arranges the deployment. If he wants to sit back and reap the benefits, these two armies will be handled by his own people."

Wang Cheng nodded in agreement. "It's getting late. Someone will definitely come to visit us tomorrow morning. We must stay in our respective houses."

After saying that, the two old men did not delay any longer and hurried away with Qingsong, the "transportation man".

Wu Haoran also came back to his senses at this moment. His mind seemed to be enlightened. He immediately realized that something was wrong and asked hurriedly.

"Junior Brother Lin, what did you mean by that? You brought me here, did you expect me to face a hundred thousand troops alone? And you actually called His Majesty an old man. Do you think you're a traitor?"

However, his words echoed in the snow and fog without receiving any response, and the two old men had already run away.

Wang Lin pursed his lips, quickly carried him on his shoulders, and followed closely behind the two old men.

I don’t know how long it took, but a slight sound was heard again in the quiet open space.

Two generals wearing black iron armor and holding torches appeared here, their sharp hawk-like eyes carefully scanning the soft snow surface.

Soon, the two exchanged glances, a hint of doubt in their eyes. They then looked towards Chen Du, who was coming with them not far away. They bowed and replied in unison, "General, there's nothing unusual here."

Chen Du walked out of the darkness wearing a black cloak, and the flickering firelight illuminated his stern face.

He stared at the mottled snow and pondered for a moment. The footprints of Lin Yuzan and his group had long been covered by the wind and snow, leaving no trace.

He withdrew his gaze, turned around, and said softly, "Go back and conserve your energy. When the rebels take action, we will have the opportunity to rescue you and make a great contribution."

The two generals' eyes flashed with excitement at the same time, and they responded respectfully.

The empty snowfield returned to silence again, and the howling north wind blew up the snow and raged until it slowly stopped the next day.

Little Yining stood on a low stool, looking out through the window lattice. Seeing that the snowflakes were no longer as big as goose feathers a few days ago, she exclaimed in surprise, "Mom, the snow is getting smaller! Sister Qing is going out to make a snowman."

As soon as the words fell, Wan Niang's face showed panic. She hurriedly made a "hush" sound and looked at her daughter with an angry look: "Qing Jie, keep your voice down. Your father has only been asleep for two hours. Don't disturb him."

The kid turned his head to look at the bed. Behind the heavy bed curtains, the old man was sleeping soundly, snoring softly.

When Wang and Lin rushed back home, it was already the Yin hour. Fortunately, it was snowing heavily and most of the city's affairs had come to a halt. Except for those officials who were rushing to court, the streets were empty.

However, when the old man entered the main room, he fell because he was frozen, making a loud noise and directly woke up the sleeping mother and daughter.

The mother and daughter were also considerate enough to give the warm bed to the old man alone (not because they disliked his cold body), while they sat in the house and found something to do.

Little Yining also knew that he had said something wrong, so he nodded obediently, closed his mouth filially, and continued to look forward to the snow outside.

But at this moment, Zheng Da's wife walked into the main room and whispered in Wan Niang's ear, "Madam, Scholar Jiang is here. He wants you to write down the answers for the first round from memory. He is waiting in the study."

"This..." Wan Niang's face flashed with embarrassment. After thinking for a moment, she responded: "Tell Jiang Daxueshi that the master has been too tired in the Imperial Examination Hall for the past three days and is resting now.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Tingsong predicted Wan Niang's words and sent a reply in advance.

Zheng Da's wife then continued, "Master Jiang said he heard that Master and Uncle were the first to leave the examination hall, and told... told Master and Uncle not to play tricks."

Wan Niang:......

The woman stared at the bed, a trace of heartache flashing across her eyes. She hesitated for a long time, then stood up and said firmly, "I will go and ask Scholar Jiang personally."

Unexpectedly, just as she was about to step out, a small figure flashed by her side, ran quickly to the door, and left a word that echoed in the room.

"Mother, Sister Qing is going to have breakfast with Scholar Jiang."

Upon hearing this, Wan Niang hurriedly chased after him, but when she was about to cross the threshold, she stopped in her tracks when she heard someone turning over in bed.

She leaned over to look at her daughter's cheerful back, then finally shook her head helplessly and let her go.

Jiang Tingsong had no idea that a "little trouble" was coming towards him. He was sitting in the study at the moment, holding the rare book lent to him by Wang Cheng, with a hint of anger on his face.

Early this morning, he was teased by Pei Dafu, who said that his two disciples were really amazing. They left the Imperial Examination Hall early the next morning, and even when His Majesty issued a secret order to detain them, he did not find a chance.

Another thing that made him furious was that during the morning court session, the newly appointed Prime Minister Ai mercilessly berated His Majesty. The reason was that His Majesty wanted to announce the results of the special examination in advance. Although the matter was eventually resolved by His Majesty personally appointing several people to help with the review,

But the meaningful look that Ai Xiang gave his father clearly told him that the emperor's action must be because of his two cheap disciples.

So, he, an official from the Ministry of Rites who had some free time, hurried over as soon as he finished his court session.

The old man became angrier and angrier as he thought about it, and he wanted to point his finger at the two "arrogant guys" and scold them.

Xiao Yining stepped into the study at this moment. She also knocked on the study door politely to remind the people in the room that she was there.

Jiang Tingsong heard the noise, but without even raising his head, he slammed the book down on the table and shouted angrily, "Come here quickly!"

When the kid heard this, he immediately lifted up his chubby legs and ran to his side happily.

The old man saw that there was no one at the table, so he raised his eyes with a frown, but did not see anyone in the room.

Doubt appeared in his eyes, and just when he thought he was hallucinating, a voice he didn't want to hear came to his ears.

"Master Jiang, I'm here!" Little Yining raised his head and gave the old master a brilliant smile.

Jiang Tingsong: ...