The Little Lucky Girl.

"My dear disciple, give me the noodles quickly! I've been starving all day!" Old Man Meng said impatiently!

"Master, what are you busy with? You haven't eaten a single bite?" Su Qing asked in confusion!

Old Man Meng was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, stamped his feet and said, "You unfilial son, I was busy fighting the Tartars! Didn't you see?"

Su Qing raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a hint of teasing: "Hehe, Master, I really didn't see you fighting the Tartars!"

Old Man Meng was choked by these words and simply stopped talking. He glared, took a step forward, snatched the bowl, and started eating with relish, his cheeks bulging, and he looked very heroic while eating.

Old Man Meng held the bowl of noodles tightly in both hands, his gray beard trembling with every swallow. He first took a big sip of noodles, not caring about the soup splashing on the corner of his mouth, and a satisfied "slurp" sound came from his throat. Su Qing watched from the side, feeling both amused and helpless, and could only shake his head and sigh. Old Man Meng muttered incoherently while eating: "This noodle is my life-saving straw at the moment. I've been looking forward to this bite after defeating the Tartars." After a while, the whole bowl of noodles was gone. He was breathing slightly, his face flushed, fine beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, but his eyes were full of satisfaction.

Old Man Meng devoured his bowl of noodles with unbridled abandon, like a hungry wolf that hadn't eaten in days. When he finished, he raised his greasy hand and casually wiped it across his lips. His cheeks bulged slightly from the rapidity of his eating, and he gulped contentedly. Then, his eyes widened, a glare that threatened to spit fire, and he launched into a furious, chatterbox. He leaned forward, waving his arms excitedly, as if venting his fury. "My dear disciple, listen to what I have to say." At this point, his brow furrowed, and the wrinkles on his face deepened, like ravines, each one seeming to speak of his rage, as if he were trying to suppress the raging fury within him, yet it continued to bubble out through his words.

"That War King Murong Ye truly acts with integrity." Old Man Meng snorted heavily, exhaling a breath so thick it threatened to burst through the confined space. His eyes betrayed a deep sense of dissatisfaction and accusation, as if Murong Ye were standing before him, bearing his wrath. "You sincerely offered me that gunpowder recipe. With his abilities, he should have been able to develop a powerful explosive." He shook his head helplessly, his eyes mingling with regret and confusion, his head swaying slightly as he pondered the secrets behind Murong Ye's puzzling behavior. "But he somehow managed to hide it and never use it on the battlefield. Think about it," he said, stabbing the table with his fingers, each tap accompanied by a dull thud that made the table tremble, emphasizing his words. "If we had explosives this powerful, why would we have to fight the Tartars so hard?" Old Man Meng looked up at the tent ceiling, tears glistening in his eyes as he mourned the casualties. He sighed deeply, a sigh filled with melancholy and heartache, and the entire room seemed to be shrouded in a depressing atmosphere.

Su Qing stood quietly by, her originally peaceful expression gradually changing. Her brows gradually twisted into a knot, and the knot was like a small hill, standing in the middle of her forehead. The trust in her eyes began to crumble, just like a solid wall gradually collapsed under the impact of Old Man Meng's words, replaced by anger and disappointment. She bit her lower lip tightly, her teeth sinking deep into her lips, as if biting it to bleed. Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, her knuckles turned white due to the force, and the bulging blue veins seemed to tell of her inner anger. The little bit of good impression she had for Murong Ye was now extinguished by the impact of Old Man Meng's words. The resentment towards Murong Ye in her heart spread like a surging tide, constantly impacting her inner defenses, causing her view of Murong Ye to change drastically.

Su Qing, lost in her complex feelings for Murong Ye, snapped back to reality. Her brows furrowed tightly, her eyes filled with worry and unease. She swiftly strode to Old Man Meng's side, her back slightly bent, her voice lowered to a whisper, fearing any words uttered in this small corner would be picked up by others. "Master, you must calm down. We're in a military camp, surrounded by sharp and discerning soldiers. Who knows who might be listening intently?"

As Su Qing spoke, he glanced around warily, constantly alert for any disturbances. "Murong Ye is no ordinary figure. As a prince, he holds considerable influence in the court. Discussing him recklessly here is like plucking whiskers from a tiger's mouth. The risks are immense. If those with ulterior motives overhear, they could easily accuse you of disturbing the morale of the army, which would be no small matter."

"If that happens, do you know what kind of punishment you will face? Military law is ruthless, and all kinds of severe punishments will follow. This trouble is like a raging flood, which can drown you in an instant. I am truly afraid that you will suffer an undeserved disaster because of this."

When Old Man Meng heard Su Qing's words, he immediately flew into a rage, like a lit firecracker. His face flushed like a ripe tomato, almost red enough to bleed, his eyes wide open, staring at Su Qing intently with a murderous look. The veins on his forehead bulged, like winding little snakes, clearly pulsating. He stretched out his finger, which was trembling slightly with anger, and poked it straight into Su Qing's nose, roaring in frustration: "You traitor! I am just expressing my true thoughts and speaking a fair word for those soldiers who fought bloody battles and suffered hardships on the battlefield. How dare you be so cowardly and dare to teach me a lesson!"

Old Man Meng was so angry that he gasped for breath, his chest rising and falling like surging waves. "As your master, I have lived an upright life. How could I be afraid of Murong Ye's power? The soldiers fought bravely on the front lines. Should their sacrifice be ignored? Just because he is a prince, he can arbitrarily decide whether to use such an important weapon? How can this be fair to those soldiers who died?"

Seeing his master so angry, Su Qing felt a little wronged, but he still patiently persuaded him, "Master, I understand your sense of justice, but in today's world, under the power, many things are beyond our control. I only hope that you can protect yourself first. When there is a suitable opportunity in the future, it will not be too late to investigate these matters."

After hearing what Su Qing said, Old Man Meng angrily shook his sleeves, turned his back, and kept muttering: "Hmph, if everyone is as timid as you, what justice will there be in this world?" But his tone was slightly softer than before.

Seeing this, Su Qing sighed softly and said slowly, "Master, I feel your feelings. Think of how many brothers risked their lives on the battlefield. I saw with my own eyes that the Tartars were coming with great force. Although our soldiers were brave and fearless, facing such a powerful enemy, without sophisticated weapons, it was extremely difficult."

Old Man Meng turned around, a hint of anger still lingering in his eyes. "That's right! I saw it with my own eyes. Those soldiers, armed with crude weapons, fought desperately against the Tartar cavalry. Some soldiers didn't even have decent armor, yet they charged into the enemy without hesitation. If that explosive had worked at that crucial moment, why would the Tartars have been so arrogant, and why would our soldiers have suffered such heavy losses?"

Su Qing nodded slightly: "Master, there may be hidden secrets that we don't know. The War King leads the army, and he may have his own strategic considerations. Perhaps the use of this explosive may involve many factors, such as whether the reserve of explosives is sufficient, and whether the time and place of use are appropriate..."

Old Man Meng snorted disdainfully. "What strategic considerations? If you really had so many concerns, why didn't you explain them earlier? The soldiers were filled with hope that they had a winning strategy, only to find it nowhere to be found. Wouldn't that just drain everyone's morale?"

Su Qing pondered for a moment and said, "Master, no matter what, we are in the military camp now, so we should put this matter aside for now. When the war slows down a bit, we can find an opportunity to discuss it in detail. Maybe we can find out the truth of the matter by then!"

Old Man Meng looked at Su Qing, his eyes showing a hint of helplessness: "Forget it, forget it. I'll just do as you say this time. But I won't give up. I'll get to the bottom of this."

Su Qing showed a sly smile: "Yes, Master. I believe you can find out the truth. But right now, we have to consider the overall situation first."