Late Ming Dynasty: Oops, I am surrounded by the Donglin Party

"What do you mean, Marshal?" Qin Liangyu stopped and asked in confusion.

Of course, she understood what Zhang Shikang meant, which was that he intended to let her command the battle.

Qin Liangyu just couldn't understand why, in the past, when the army went out to war, the commanders in charge of each place would always firmly grasp their military power.

And the young man in front of her, as the Grand Marshal of the Army of the World, has the right to seize the military power of her subordinates.

"After all, I have come from afar and do not know much about the situation and topography of Sichuan. The old general was born and raised here, so he knows this place better than I do. Moreover, the old general is well-versed in military strategies and has made great achievements in battle.

If not you, who should I give it to?" Zhang Shikang smiled and started to flatter her.

Qin Liangyu frowned slightly, still feeling that it was a bit hasty and abrupt.

“Although you are young, it is time for you to hone your skills. Your Majesty trusts you, and perhaps this is also His Majesty’s painstaking effort.

In my opinion, it is still…"

"There can't be two voices in the military camp, that's it." Zhang Shikang said, and entered Shiqu City.

He had read stories about Qin Liangyu and the mountain city of Shiqu in several novels from the late Ming Dynasty.

Therefore, once he entered the city, Zhang Shikang was attracted by this small mountain city.

Not only are the walls of this city mostly made of stone, but even the houses within the city are mostly built of stone.

Stones of all sizes fit together perfectly, interspersed with building materials such as cement. The planning of the city is in sharp contrast to the flatness of the capital, with the highs and lows arranged in an orderly manner.

Many people were standing at the door of the house watching, and Zhang Shikang greeted them with a smile.

When they arrived at the Xuanweishi Mansion, a banquet had already been prepared, with two tables in total.

Zhang Shikang, Qin Liangyu, Ma Xianglin, Ma Wannian, and a non-mainstream girl whom Zhang Shikang didn't know sat at the same table.

Qin Yiming, Huang Degong, Sun Weifan, Cao Bianjiao and others sat at the same table.

There was no banquet for generals such as Sun Dasheng and Xu Wenyuan from the Second Sons' Regiment, but it was said that there were extra meals in the military camp today.

Zhang Shikang talked with Qin Liangyu and Ma Xianglin, mother and son, and found out that the woman was Ma Xianglin's youngest daughter and the granddaughter who was very much doted on by Qin Liangyu.

She has a very nice name, Ma Lingqi.

But this girl’s hairstyle was different from other women Zhang Shikang had seen. She looked more like a college student in later generations.

Ma Lingqi sat aside very ladylike, even when she picked up the food she behaved like a lady and only took very small bites.

Zhang Shikang soon lost interest and started talking about the current situation with Qin Liangyu and Ma Xianglin.

Of course, most of the time it was Qin Liangyu and her son who spoke, and Zhang Shikang just nodded occasionally.

Ma Xianglin is also over 40 years old this year, about the same age as Lu Xiangsheng and Sun Chuanting. He has also experienced countless major wars including the She'an Rebellion.

Zhang Shikang was still very humble in front of these veterans, but he started to put on airs in front of his junior Ma Wannian.

He pretended to be knowledgeable about astronomy and geography and tested Ma Wannian, but who knew that Ma Wannian could answer the questions fluently.

After asking, I found out that the person was two years older than him. What a shame.

Although the banquet was not very sumptuous, it was still enjoyable with the presence of Zhang Shikang, the amiable leader.

Around seven or eight o'clock in the evening, Sun Weifan and others left the table one after another. Zhang Shikang also burped, stood up and said goodbye to Qin Liangyu and Ma Xianglin.

He drank a little, but his alcohol tolerance was not very good. He was a person who was not good at drinking but loved to have fun.

As Zhang Shikang was still a little shaky when leaving, Ma Xianglin instructed Ma Wannian and his sister to personally escort him to the guest room.

So the three of them walked towards the guest room. As soon as they were out of Qin Liangyu and Ma Xianglin's sight, Ma Lingqi followed them and whispered:

"Grand Marshal, my father and my cousin said that you are an unrivaled martial artist. Is this true?"

Ma Lingqi looked very well behaved and her voice was very pleasant. Zhang Shikang smiled with a hint of alcohol in his mouth:

"You are not as old as me, right? Call me brother first."

He didn't know why, but when he came to the Ma family, he always felt a sense of familiarity, as if he was just returning home.

"Brother Wu...Brother Wuji?" Ma Lingqi's eyes flickered and she tried to call out.

"Oh." Zhang Shikang responded contentedly.

Ever since he got this courtesy name, Brother Chongzhen called out "Wuji" every day and called everyone "plant" in the military camp.

When he arrived at the Duke's Mansion, only the youngest sister, Zhang Jingyi, was younger than him. However, the youngest sister was very rebellious. She was used to being called that by her third brother and would not change her mind no matter what her third brother said.

It was the first time since he became Zhang Wuji that he heard someone call him Brother Wuji.

"What did you ask just now?"

"Brother Wuji, my father and my cousin said that you have unparalleled martial arts skills. Is this true?" Ma Lingqi asked again.

"Of course it is!" Zhang Shikang said shamelessly.

Showing strength in front of soft girls is a traditional skill of every straight man.

"Then...then..." Ma Lingqi seemed a little hesitant and spoke stutteringly.

"Lingqi, this is the Grand Marshal, don't talk nonsense!" Ma Wannian, who was supporting Zhang Shikang, glared at his sister and warned her sternly.

"Oh." Ma Lingqi curled her lips, seeming very disappointed.

"Wan Nian, how can you be a brother like this?

Lingqi must want me to teach her some self-defense skills, why are you so serious?" Zhang Shikang said with a hint of dissatisfaction.

His youngest sister has been learning martial arts from a female master for two years. At first, Sun Weifan told her that it was too late to learn martial arts at her age.

So Zhang Shikang really gave up, but now he couldn't even beat Zhang Jingyi.

He felt that Old Sun had deceived him, and angrily punished Sun Weifan by not allowing him to drink for a month.

It was only later that he found out that in order to learn martial arts, his younger sister would start practicing before dawn every day and she put all her energy into learning.

Unlike him, who fishes for three days and rests for two days. Today he learns Sun family martial arts from Mr. Sun, tomorrow he learns Huang family martial arts from Mr. Huang, and the day after tomorrow he learns boxing from Hong Xiucheng.

I didn't want to practice horse stance and basic training early in the morning and late at night, so I learned a few moves from here and a few moves from there, and in the end I became a jack of all trades.

But looking at this little girl Ma Lingqi, who looks like a well-behaved lady from a wealthy family, I think she doesn't know how to fight at all.

With his mediocre kung fu skills, maybe he can teach you a few tricks.

"Marshal, my sister is not like that. You...don't be fooled by her." Ma Wannian said with an expression of reluctance.

He turned his head to look at his sister, who rolled her eyes at him.

"What do you mean? Are you saying that your sister doesn't want to learn?"

Zhang Shikang looked puzzled and glanced at Ma Lingqi, only to see that she was still a good girl.

So the slightly tipsy Zhang Shikang's mind immediately started working. He said he wanted to learn, but actually he didn't want to learn. What does this mean?

She likes me!

That must be the case!

It turns out that I, Zhang Shikang, am an arsonist of hearts!

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