Blind Bei seemed to have vented his emotions. He fished another tangerine from his pocket, peeling it as he said, "Alright, tell us what happened with you and My lord these past few days."
Saying that, Blind Bei popped a slice of tangerine into Liang Cheng’s mouth.
Liang Cheng hesitated for a moment.
In the end, he opened his mouth.
"Sweet or not?" Blind Bei asked.
Liang Cheng shook his head. "It’s a bit sour."
Blind Bei just threw the rest of the tangerine on the ground, saying, "I knew the tangerines here wouldn’t be as sweet as those in Beifeng Prefecture."
"My lord, how did you get this wound on your back? Goodness, this is terrible," Siniang asked with concern while helping Zheng Fan apply medicine to his wound.
Zheng Fan was too embarrassed to admit Liang Cheng had caused it, so he only said, "There’s no telling in battle."
"It’s heartbreaking. My lord, you can’t leave me behind next time. That stinking Zombie doesn’t know how to care for people."
Admitting one’s mistake to one’s woman doesn’t make a man any less manly.
"By the way, My lord, didn’t you bring the Governor’s daughter back?"
"She was taken away by Dujuan from the Spy Bureau."
"They would’ve been a good match."
"Liang Cheng doesn’t seem very interested in her." As Zheng Fan said this, he furrowed his brows. "He seems to be like A Ming; neither of them is interested in women."
"Oh no, I wasn’t talking about the Governor’s daughter and Liang Cheng. I meant she and Fangcao. They’re absolutely perfect for each other."
"Yes. One is the girl A Ming brought back after killing her father. If the Governor’s daughter, whose mother A Cheng killed, had been brought back too, wouldn’t those two girls have been a perfect match?"
Even though Zheng Fan didn’t feel it was appropriate to laugh at this moment, he still couldn’t hold it in.
"However, it does seem to be true that when men get old, they tend to lose interest in matters between men and women," Siniang mused.
"I’ve heard of many old men in their seventies and eighties who are still full of vigor," Zheng Fan countered.
"That’s different. Can those old men compare to those two dead guys? One’s an eternal vampire, and the other is a cold Zombie. Their combined ages surpass dozens of old men."
"Speaking of Fangcao, they should be arriving at Green Willow Fortress soon."
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"I’m alright, not very tired, just a little hungry. I haven’t eaten well these past few days."
"Then shall I make some noodles for you?"
"My lord, please wait."
Siniang got up and left the room to cook.
The room Zheng Fan was in was one of the few habitable ones in Green Willow Fortress. Most of the barbarian soldiers were still living in tents outside. To move inside, they had to wait for further construction to be completed.
Sitting up in bed, Zheng Fan draped a coat over himself and walked out of the room.
The sun was slowly setting, its afterglow casting a somewhat unreal feeling over everything. This sensation, however, made Zheng Fan somewhat sentimental.
In the past, he had only "fought wars" while playing games. This time, he had personally led soldiers on an excursion and even captured a city, albeit just for show before making a quick retreat. Then, for nearly two days, they had been hunted by the enemy army. To be honest, recalling the events of the past few days didn’t stir much emotion in him now. What lingered most vividly in his mind was death: the Qian State garrison soldiers at the signal tower, the old Qian soldier who had charged against the tide, and the dozens of barbarian soldiers now corpses.
"My lord, are you watching the sunset?" Blind Bei’s voice came from the side.
Zheng Fan took a deep breath, lightly patted his chest, and said, "Could you make some noise when you walk next time?"
"Alright, I’ll carry a lantern during the day from now on."
"My lord, what were you thinking about just now?"
"I just suddenly understood why you like basking in the sun so much."
"I need to sunbathe more. I’m a brooding person; if I don’t get enough sun, I might grow fungi."
"Do you need something?"
"I used to be a psychotherapist."
"So, after hearing Liang Cheng recount your experiences these past few days, I came to offer some psychological counseling."
"I don’t need it, I’m fine."
"The most common thing a drunk person says is, ’I’m not drunk.’"
"Alright, let’s chat then."
"Well now, Blind Bei, you have a dog’s nose, don’t you?" Siniang remarked, approaching with a large basin of minced meat noodles.
Blind Bei smiled and said, "When I was doing business in Tuman City, I did encounter a rather large Erha. We had a contest; its nose wasn’t as sharp as mine."
"Are you here to see My lord about something?"
"So, you’re saying you’ve been starving for the past few days?"
"With My lord away, you stopped cooking. Everyone else’s food just isn’t good."
"Alright, grab a stool." Siniang was not a stingy person.
Blind Bei clapped his hands, and four stools floated up, landing in front of him and Zheng Fan.
Two stools were pushed together to form a makeshift table, while the other two served as seats.
A large basin of noodles and two bowls were set down, and Siniang also laid out two pairs of chopsticks.
She had originally planned to dine with Zheng Fan, but now Blind Bei was reaping the benefits.
"Blind Bei, ladle your own noodles."