After transmigrating into a faint king, I had sex with the villain general

When Fan Shengyu was led into the imperial study by Xiao Yuan, Xiao Fang was flipping through a book - "Breeding and Breeding Techniques of Meat Ducks".

It was quite painful to see him. I didn't expect that there are so many talks in the breeding industry. It is almost like an elective course. There is also a chapter in the book that mentions how to cultivate a relationship with ducks.

So when Fan Shengyu entered the door, he saw Xiao Fang holding a book in one hand, and the other hand seemed to be holding something vaguely, moving it up and down.

"..." Fan Shengyu only took one look, then bowed and saluted: "Sorry for the trouble, I will come back later."

"Don't go!" Xiao Fang quickly stopped the practice of rubbing the duck's neck, and signaled Xiaoyuan to push him in.

Fan Shengyu silently watched the door of the imperial study close, and then asked: "What was the emperor doing just now?"

"I'm..." Xiao Fang excitedly showed him his new technology, and after a few strokes, he realized that the other party had misunderstood something, and hurriedly let go: "I'm...

Fan Shengyu nodded expressionlessly: "I believe, duck feathers are flying around inside and outside the capital now, and Qin Huai smells like duck all day long, why don't I believe it?"

Xiao Fang looked at the piece of duck feather stained on his cuff, and felt that the mouthful of dog food was choking and uncomfortable.

It's fine to be single, but now he doesn't even know if he is single in a different place. He only knows that every time he eats dog food, he will think about that, so he can only turn his face away by putting the book aside.

"Is there something wrong with Fan Shangshu?"

Fan Shengyu brushed off the duck feathers calmly, and handed over a few brochures: "I have dealt with the matter of changing officials around Shaoyang Pass according to the brochures previously reported. Please look over it to the emperor. Qin Huai bought a thousand ducks. It's over, it's been sent to Yunfeng."

"Also," he signaled Xiao Fang to open the last book: "Qin Huai ordered people to sort out the county annals of the towns from Zhenrong to the capital in the past years, and this year is not the first time that drought and locust disasters in Xirong have been combined. According to the experience of previous years, the luckiest people will only disperse thirty miles away from the capital."

Xiao Fang looked at the shocking red dots marked with cinnabar on the booklet, and sighed, he knew that it was basically impossible to rely on God's sympathy for a meal.

Qin Huai was as careful as a hair, and the series of investigations were well-founded, telling him clearly—don't report too many illusions, ninety-nine percent of them must face this inevitable disaster.

Combined with the scale and timing of the small locust plague in the Great Tan territory, Qin Huai estimated that the locust plague would arrive around the time of harvesting rice.

This also means that before the rice is ripe, they must stare at the rice field without leaving their eyes, and try to harvest the rice as soon as possible. Gnaw into rice stalks.

"One more month..."

"Yes," Fan Shengyu comforted him: "Your Majesty, don't worry, Qin Huai will spend four hours a day in Beijing to deal with affairs, and then ride a horse to the outskirts camp to take care of him. Yun Feng is already living in the camp. Wrong."

"Thank you."

Only now did Xiao Fang deeply feel the pressure from the higher-ups. He pointed out the direction of using ducks to prevent locust disasters. Everyone was doing their best for this, but he didn't know whether this method was effective or not.

But it was the only way he could think of.

"Your Majesty is being polite." Although the title has not changed, after closing the door, Fan Shengyu chatted with him in a casual and familiar tone: "How is the situation with Yun Qi?"

In the past, Fan Shengyu should not have inquired about the military newspaper of the Ministry of War, but now he only cares about it as a friend.

Xiao Fang naturally knew his kindness, what's more, if no one came to talk to him about these things, he was really afraid that he would get sick.

"Win," as soon as the words came out, he smiled wryly and realized that such a mournful tone was not suitable for announcing the good news, and explained: "Yun Qi said that Bei Qiang was well prepared this time, and the follow-up materials were also followed up, unlike Bei Qiang Qiang should have the strength, he will find a way to find out, and then try to make a quick decision."

"It seems that he has a lot of spare time, and he still wants to win the battle quickly. The emperor should also remind him not to make rash advances."

Xiao Fang smiled and nodded, knowing that Fan Shengyu was really worried about Yun Qi.

In fact, they all know that they don't have more right to speak than Ji Yunqi about their estimation and experience on the battlefield, but because of concern, although it may not be chaotic, it is inevitable that they will have to ramble a few more words.

"Here in the capital, we will take care of it and let him not be too distracted."

The tip of Xiao Fang's nose turned red, he couldn't bear to listen anymore, he couldn't help reaching out his hand to touch his bosom, there was a little red thing hidden there.

That was originally the fringe on Ji Yunqi's spear.

Ji Yunqi didn't know when he saw the safety knot that Nuan Nuan gave Yunfeng, thinking that he couldn't find anything more personal, so he took off the gun tassel, hid in the bedroom by himself, and clumsily made a safety knot.

Before leaving for the expedition, Tuo Yunfeng quietly left him behind.

It seemed that he was afraid that Xiao Fang would still refuse to forgive after waking up, and he specifically asked Yun Feng to ask Yun Feng to pick it up if the emperor refused to take it and threw it somewhere.

When Yun Feng told him these things, Xiao Fang kept listening with a smile on his face. It wasn't until Yun Feng went out that he slowly lay down on the desk, biting his sleeve, so that no one could hear his choking sound.

"Sir," he twisted those rough and frizzy textures, and said in a low voice, "I miss him."

Fan Shengyu didn't criticize this fragility, and only answered after a while: "I understand."

He thought about those days when he was trapped in Chenjia Village, as if it happened a long time ago.

During those dim days and nights, he would often sit by the window in ecstasy, watching the pagoda trees outside the courtyard turn green and yellow, making rustling sounds in the cold wind.

"I'll see you soon." He tidied up his folders and said in a low voice, "Trust Yunqi."

Xiao Fang believes, I believe that Ji Yunqi has always kept his word, and that one day he will see the hero with a spear return amidst the billowing smoke and dust rolled up by the horse's hooves.

So he couldn't slack off, and he couldn't let Ji Yunqi come back and see a rice field that was ravaged by locusts.

This year's Jitian ceremony was simply not held, lest a group of people stumble.

Seeing the rice ripening day by day, and the autumn wind blowing colder day by day, Xiao Fang couldn't rest assured, and stayed with Ji Yunfeng and others in a camp in the suburbs of Beijing—Yu Xiang's health has improved a lot, and the queen mother In Beijing, it's not a problem for just a few days.

The time for rice transplanting in spring is first and then later, and the rice fields in the east are the earliest to mature.

Xiao Fang rode around the outer circle on horseback, watching rows of men sweating profusely under the scorching sun, the golden yellow laying down layer by layer, someone behind immediately followed, and they were tied up in an orderly manner, and the cloth used for covering was ready on the side.

On the fourth day of scrambling to cut the rice, what can be harvested is still limited.Every time he held the ears of rice that were still barely cooked, he felt that his heart was about to go bad.

There are also soldiers driving ducks evenly distributed in the rice fields. A thousand ducks, each covering one or two acres, is more than enough.

The ducks were well maintained in a half-starved state, and Qin Huai used various methods to intimidate them during these times. Now even if they beat gongs and drums by their side, they could at most jump a step and a half. Be calm.

Ji Yunfeng followed Xiao Fang on a horse, and persuaded: "Your Majesty, the sun is too poisonous, go to a cool place to rest."

"Okay," Xiao Fang didn't force himself, pulled out the charging horn from the side of the saddle, and turned it on: "Hello, hello."

A sharp electric sound came out with an amplified "Hey Hey", and the soldiers buried in the rice fields laughed and straightened their waists to look this way.

"Let's rest! Send water!"

With the tweeter, Xiao Fang could avoid the trouble of passing orders back and forth. Xiao Fang also sat down in the shade of a tree, drank his saliva, leaned on the tree trunk and looked at the straw stacks in the distance, as if he was admiring his masterpiece.

Ji Yunfeng went to listen to the rice harvesting situation, and sat down with him.

Xiao Fang saw that he was looking at the loudspeaker all the time, so he picked it up and gave it to him: "Yunfeng, tell me, if you use this to shout passwords on the battlefield, won't it save you a lot of trouble?"

"If the voice is ten times louder, it's almost the same." Before Ji Yunfeng could answer, Qin Huai smiled on the other side.

"Brother Qin is right," Ji Yunfeng agreed, "There are a lot of noises on the battlefield, so it's better to use semaphore."

"Oh," Xiao Fang studied humbly, and then realized: "Yun Feng, have you ever been on a battlefield?"

When he first met Yunfeng, Ji Yunfeng looked much younger than his peers because of the harsh treatment of the queen mother, so that he underestimated Yunfeng's age, but even so, Yunfeng is now 15 years old. Same, went to the battlefield at a young age?

"I have been there..." Ji Yunfeng's answer was a little downcast: "When my brother was 13 years old, he went to war with his father and led the forward battalion. When I was 13 years old, I just...followed Xing Yang and rushed to the left front a few times. , and then clean up the battlefield."

Xiao Fang knew that the child had been living under the shadow of his brother, so he was extremely sensitive to this, so he patted his head: "War is not a good thing, don't think about it all the time."

Qin Huai sighed quietly: "War is not a good thing, but whether to fight or not, sometimes we have the final say. Wen dies to remonstrate, Wu dies to fight, this is our duty."

Xiao Fang knew that what he said was right. Even in modern times, the duty of a soldier is to defend his family and country. It is a tragic honor to sacrifice one's life for the sake of one's family and country.

No one wants to see it, but no one can deny that if there is a country and a family, there will be war, and if there is war, there will be sacrifice.

"Yunfeng..." He grabbed Ji Yunfeng's hand: "I believe in you, one day you will be as powerful as your brother and become a hero of Da Tan, the kind that everyone will give you a thumbs up when everyone mentions it!"

Ji Yunfeng forced a smile: "Really?"

"Really!" Xiao Fang said firmly: "And you are doing very well now! Let's guard this piece of land, and your brother and the others will have no worries at Shaoyang Pass. When your brother returns triumphantly, I will also count you credit."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Ji Yunfeng replied sullenly.

"Then when there is any war next time, I will discuss it with your brother. If you can pass your brother's test, I will help you convince your brother..."

Ji Yunfeng's eyes widened, and finally when Xiao Fang said "Let you also lead the vanguard", he jumped up cheeringly: "Thank you, Your Majesty! Long live your Majesty!"

Qin Huai smiled and spat at the side: "It's so unsteady, it's no wonder your brother agrees!"

Ji Yunfeng liked this set of aggressive generals the most, and immediately stood upright, then knelt down on one knee, and solemnly clasped his fists: "Thank you, Your Majesty, this subject will surely live up to His great love!"

Qin Huai pointed at him and asked Xiao Fang: "Your Majesty, look, does he look like the second Yun Qi?"

Xiao Fang laughed: "Okay, Yunqi is Yunqi, Yunfeng is Yunfeng, they are not the same person, what is the first and the second, Yunfeng is still young, maybe he will surpass Yunqi in the future Woolen cloth."

Ji Yunfeng waved his hand: "I don't want to be better than my brother, just... just like my brother, so that those barbarians are frightened."

"This request is not low." Xiao Fang stretched out his hand to pull him up: "Don't listen to Qin Huai running on you, come and sit..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a slight slap, and the back of his hand hurt a bit, and he saw a palm-length black-gray grasshopper resting on his hand, its jagged hind legs dragging a red mark on the skin.

Xiao Fang stood up, and heard the exclamations of the soldiers sitting on the ground in the rice field.

Everyone looked up to the southwest.

In the clear sky, the sound of flapping wings gradually became clear.

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