Pathological Trapping - Chap 95
“That’s right. That’s right.”
”It’s obvious that this little boy has been pampered at home. I’m afraid he has never even seen a chicken being killed!”
Li Dezhuang: “…”
I have never seen it before.
Liu Yong finally found someone who shared the same views as him and stood up, but he turned out to be a powerless person. He sighed and said, “A young man with ambition is not poor.”
Someone next to me whispered.
”No means no. What do you mean by having ambition? Then I will say that I also have ambition and can catch the eye of this great general.”
Li Dezhuang was displeased and frowned, then suddenly curled his lips and smiled.
”I agree with the general. It doesn’t matter if you don’t have martial arts skills. A true man’s loyalty to the emperor and his country is not the only way to pick up a sword and rush to the battlefield. The young generation has ideals, abilities, and responsibilities. Our dynasty will have a future and hope.”
Liu Yong clapped his hands.
”Well said.”
Li Dezhuang walked down the stairs, opened the fan in his hand with a rustling sound, and waved it slowly.
The youthful arrogance revealed between his brows is like the wintersweet blossoming in full bloom in the winter, proud against the frost.
In addition, he himself had an outstanding appearance. For a moment, everyone in the teahouse looked at him, unable to take their eyes away.
”Although I don’t know martial arts, I can draw weapons. After the invention of gunpowder, the most widely used weapon in my army was the gun cannon, which was made of bronze.”
As Li Dezhuang spoke, he took a brush, pulled a piece of paper from the storyteller’s desk, spread it on the desk, and began to paint.
”Our dynasty’s guns are heavy and difficult to carry. If we can change the guns to handheld, it will be a great revolution on the battlefield.”
He said, his hands moving non-stop.
I saw a gun suddenly jumping onto the drawing paper.
The whole painting is long and graceful, and with just a few strokes, one can feel the tremendous energy contained in the barrel of the gun.
Liu Yong’s eyes widened.
The scholars in the teahouse who could only recite poems and write couplets did not understand, but he, a general who had been on the battlefield for a long time, understood it. If he could do it, why would he worry about not recovering the Thirteen Prefectures of Youyun? !
Liu Yong clapped his hands so hard that it shook the heavens and the earth and made the ghosts weep. The look in Li Dezhuang’s eyes was as if he saw the god of literature descend to earth.
“What a young talent!”
As soon as these words were spoken, the people in the teahouse immediately understood how powerful the thing in the picture was.
The eyes looking at Li Dezhuang all changed. Some were surprised, some were appreciative. The sarcastic words just now also turned into compliments.
In fact, Li Dezhuang doesn’t know much about guns.
When he was drawing the book, for a period of time, the characters were all from the European Middle Ages. If he wanted the picture to be impressive, he would inevitably touch on the weapons of the European Middle Ages.
So I went to learn more about it, just to make my pictures better looking and more erotic, but I didn’t expect it to come in handy here.
At present, words such as “young prodigy” and “hope of the country” are heard frequently.
Li Dezhuang thought to himself.
No wonder everyone loves to show off.
Pretending to be cool does make people happy.
There is also a feeling of being proud.
Liu Yong was extremely happy holding the drawings.
His mind was full of the grand blueprint of recovering the Thirteen Prefectures of Youyun.
He grabbed Li Dezhuang and said, “Come with me!”
Li Dezhuang:? ?
When Mu Jian got the news and went to the door, Li Dezhuang was trapped in the study by Liu Yong, drawing with his head down under an oil lamp. He was always serious when drawing, and there was a fatal attraction.
Looking at flowers under the moon and looking at beauties under the lamp, it’s just like this.
Mu Jian glanced at Liu Yong.
The great general, with a passionate heart and a pair of burning eyes, was focused on the picture drawn by Li Dezhuang. He had no idea how itchy the young man in front of him was at the moment.
Mu Jian was a little unhappy.
Guard Li shouldn’t be seen in this state by others.
He said, “Guard Li, it’s getting dark, it’s time to go back.”
When Li Dezhuang heard the voice, he immediately raised his head, his eyes aggrieved, as if writing two words, “Help.”
Mu Jian smiled.
Chapter 74 This Life Is Unbearable
Liu Yong then looked at Mu Jian and greeted him casually, not treating Mu Jian as attentively as he treated Li Dezhuang.
Mu Jian looked unhappy, “General Liu, you dragged my people here without even asking me if I was willing?”
Liu Yong didn’t care. “I invited the young master to come and sit with me. How come he was dragged here? Besides, this young master has such talent, he shouldn’t be buried in your house. If he comes to my military camp, I will definitely treat him well!”
Mu Jian laughed sinisterly, “How can the general take away my people just like that?”
Liu Yong rolled his eyes at him and didn’t bother to pay attention.
He also knew the current situation in the court. The most popular person in the capital was this prince. There were many people who supported him, but at the same time, there were also many people who opposed him.
Liu Yong is one of them.
In fact, he didn’t think much of the emperor’s sons. Each one was weaker than the other, and each one was more scheming than the other.
If those in power only know how to play power games and do not focus on the right path, the country will surely fail!
So Liu Yong didn’t like Mu Jian. His intuition told him that this person was dangerous!
Li Dezhuang finished drawing, put down his brush, and quickly stood up and ran to Mu Jian’s side. He only wanted to get rid of this martial arts fanatic as soon as possible, and did not notice that his movements, like a bird returning to the forest, revealed his attachment to Mu Jian.
A hint of joy flashed in Mu Jian’s eyes. He grabbed his hand and squeezed it, then tucked his hair behind his ears and pinched his earlobes to play with it.
”What? Tired?”
Li Dezhuang really wanted to pour out his troubles to him.
This general is so terrible!
I kept staring at him while he was drawing, telling him not to be nervous and not to feel pressured, while staring at him intently.
Like staring at fat meat on a chopping board, she asked him if he was tired or thirsty, and what he wanted to eat.
