Ch7 - Won’t live for long in any case, why worry about it? (1/2)
1.7 – Won’t live for long in any case, why worry about it?
translator: xiin
In the middle of the night, Xue Ling suddenly woke up from his sleep, opened his eyes, and met with another pair of mildly glittering eyes in the dark.
Xue Ling: “…”
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Cong Hui: “…”
It’s already after midnight, the lights are all out in the mansion. Within the pitch dark room, there is suddenly a person sitting beside your bed, if it weren’t for Xue Ling’s good psychological quality, and that he used to pretend to be a ghost at midnight to scare others, people throughout the entire palace would have absolutely already have heard him yelling.
Xue Ling was dazed for a moment. Although the other’s face held no expression, he could still understand the embarrassment lying underneath that paralyzed face. A long time later, he finally touched his nose and said, “I don’t know why the Lord General came to visit in the middle of night, is there some matter?”
After dealing with the rebels until late at night, then finally returning without stopping, changing out of clothes that were full of blood to run over to see the other party, this type of thing, absolutely would never be said from Cong Hui’s mouth. So he ruminated for a while before saying, “Today’s affairs, thank you.”
Xue Ling knows something about the plot, so he sent Cong Hui many silk bags (锦囊), breaking down the many arrangements of the opposing party, reducing Cong Hui’s losses significantly.
Only, even if thanks must be given, it’s not necessary to come to other people’s rooms in the middle of the night to stare at people…
Xue Ling’s face held no expression as he replied: “This is what this subject should do, not to mention the deep blood feud of my family, relating to my parents who died in vain. I did this also for my own purposes, so the general doesn’t have to thank me.”
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Cong Hui hooded his eyes, made a noise of acknowledgement, rose and said:“Thanking you is still needed; thank you for saving me. It’s getting late, have an early rest.”
Xue Ling: “…” If you hadn’t come, I was sleeping perfectly fine…
However, when dealing with the general this type of ‘holding back ten sentences only to speak out one phrase’ person, it’s evident that one cannot be too picky. Xue Ling watched the other side turn around and leave through the door before reaching out his hand to dig out the sleeping system. “System, hurry and wake up!”
The system was sleeping well. Suddenly having his entire fox body being held up by Xue Ling, it struggled in mid-air for a good while before waking up properly, asking with a muddled face, “What happened?”
Xue Ling expression was solemn, “You should have a warning system ability, right?”
“Yes, there is, in order to ensure the safety of the host. But this world is only an initial world, so there aren’t many available functions, I have many uses, the host can make much use of them.” These words, spoken like a sales promotion, were directly ignored by Xue Ling.
“Then why were you completely unaware when Cong Hui came in just now? You slept like a dead pig.” Xue Ling was particularly disgusted with the system. “I was almost scared to death in the middle of the night.”
The system is the one scared to death: “What? The general was here!?”
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Xue Ling: “…” Forget it. Having it is of what use?
The system is running crazily around the bed, utterly confused: “This is not normal…”
Xue Ling waved his hand, helplessly saying, “Forget it, it’s not the first time you’ve been unreliable.”
The system felt particularly grieved: “I’m reliable, don’t be like this to me… And it’s the middle of the night, well past midnight, what’s the general doing coming here?”
“I don’t know.” Xue Ling frowned, “I currently suspect one thing.”
“Huh?”
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“After all, I’m not a low EQ person, only his performance is bit not obvious…” Xue Ling touched his chin, “How long can this body last?”
“Not much, two or three months.”
“Speculation is still just guesswork. If he doesn’t say it, I’ll just treat it as not knowing.” Xue Ling narrowed his eyes, completely ignoring the system whose head is still in a fog, turned over and wrapped himself up: “Sleep, sleep!”
At this time, the rebellion was suppressed, and the emperor’s trust in Cong Hui increased. Towards Xue Ling, who had made great achievements, rewards came down like a tide. If not for the fact that Xue Ling’s body really couldn’t take it, the emperor would probably immediately place him into position as the Minister of the Left.
Xue Ling’s routine for recuperating remains unchanged, but he finds that the time spent by the general in his courtyard is getting longer and longer. Sometimes he even likes to stay in his yard to handle official business.
Although they have a lot of common topics to talk about, there is no more behaviour that crosses the line except that night.
Xue Ling himself wondered if he was too being too sensitive. After all, the gong protagonist without the shou was a straight as a pen, straight male, looking at the situation, he was obviously regarded as a confidant. As expected, his thoughts were too dramatic, not credible at all.
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A month later, the plot reached a critical point. The border situation changed dramatically, two neighboring countries cooperated, and were pushing at the doors.
In the original text, the gong and shou went to the battlefield together. In this war, they became the heroes of the country. Then, the gong voluntarily surrendered his military power, and the two of them left the capital to play around like immortals, and this plotline also ended here.
But now the shou is awaiting a beheading, Cong Hui has already received orders, and is ready to march to battle.
Xue Ling wrote a letter, requesting to go out with the army.
After being summoned, he claimed that he didn’t have a long life to live, and so he might as well make a great contribution to the country and die on the battlefield, which can also be called an honor.