Being an emperor is not something he can do, so he can only rely on his connections.

How long does it take for you to feel like a spring dream?Going like a cloud in the morning, nowhere to be found.

……

The sound of a gong frightened Zhang Jingwei so much that he fell off the bed.

After the gong stopped, two maids came into the room carrying a new set of clothes.

The two maids were startled at the same time because Zhang Jingwei was not wearing pants and was standing in the room with his bare buttocks.

Zhang Jingwei quickly covered his crotch and shrank onto the bed.

"Sir, let us help you change your clothes." said a maid.

Zhang Jingwei said, "Why don't you knock before you come in? Leave it there, I can put it on myself!"

"Yes."

After putting down their clothes, the two girls ran out shyly.

Zhang Jingwei grabbed the clothes and changed the lining first. When he picked up the lining (shirt and trousers), he felt that the texture was very good. He thought it was made of cotton and the crotch was thickened.

A straight red robe with a round collar and made of brocade, it looks very gorgeous.

But after putting on the lining, it felt a little regretful for kicking the maid out.

There are seven or eight ropes on this dress, seven or eight on the lining, and two on the legs of the trousers.

After a while, Zhang Liu came to the East Courtyard to serve.

Serving and teaching at the same time.

Put on socks first. There are two ropes on the trouser legs, which are connected to the ropes on the socks. The ropes on the clothes are connected to the ropes on the shirt. Usually, only the two at the waist and chest are connected. The extra ropes are for adjusting the size according to the body shape.

Finally, put on a white double-breasted gauze robe.

Clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse. Zhang Jingwei exudes an aristocratic air in this outfit.

Zhang Liu turned around and looked at him. "Our young master doesn't look like a rich kid, he looks like a prince."

Zhang Jingwei washed his face and looked at himself in the mirror. He felt more energetic and his complexion had improved.

This thin outer robe can actually make the shoulders and back look a bit sturdy.

……

"Miss, let's give you a lecture. Everyone gather in the front yard!"

Before Zhang Jingwei could finish admiring it, the servants started shouting outside.

He was the only one in the East Courtyard, so it was obvious that the call was made on purpose for him to hear.

Zhang Liu led the way and walked quickly to the front yard, where everyone was already there.

Zhang Liu stood obediently beside the wood, while Zhang Jingwei leaned against a pillar in the corridor, watching Huangfu Ling who was giving a lecture.

The image of her charming look in the dream flashed through my mind, and goose bumps suddenly covered my whole body.

As the saying goes, "What you think about during the day, you dream about at night." Could it be that in my subconscious mind I really have some improper thoughts about Huangfu Ling?

Zhang Jingwei thought: That’s not right, I don’t like this either.

There were many good-looking girls majoring in sports in college, and they all had great figures. But Zhang Jingwei always liked cute girls!

As an old fan of the second dimension, he likes the cosplay of the anime club, the Lolita of the opera club, and the delicate literary girls.

After Zhang Jingwei started exercising and being self-disciplined, the girls he saw in the gym were nothing more than three types.

One type is the "dream girl" who uses fitness as a pretext to show off her figure.

The other type is the pig girl who wants to lose weight, reduce fat, and control her body shape and weight.

The last and most terrifying type is the muscle girl. This type of girl usually has strict diet and training standards for herself, so it is difficult to get a date and has a bad relationship with the opposite sex.

She has a cold and ruthless personality, and keeps people at a distance. She looks like someone you don't want to mess with. She's what people on the internet call an A-girl.

Of course, some people will object, why say that to girl A! Can't you just be strong and protect yourself?

Imagine you have a girlfriend who is bigger than you. All the other girlfriends are like, “Honey, look at my new clothes.” But your girlfriend is like, “Honey, look, these are my new biceps!”

Can this be the same?

……

A debate started in Zhang Jingwei's head.

Huangfu Ling mobilized everyone in the Marquis' Mansion, put up slogans, hung plaques, and took firecrackers to shout on the streets to notify the villagers from the surrounding villages to come to the city.

The purpose of doing all this is to give her and her father a good reputation.

Zhang Jingwei was daydreaming when he suddenly heard Huangfu Ling calling his name.

"Zhang Jingwei, follow me immediately to the city walls to kneel and welcome father."

"Huh? Now?"

"Yes, now!"

"It's not even the hour of Mao yet."

"Your father led his army into the city at noon, and now you're kneeling down? Are you crazy or do you think I'm stupid?"

Huangfu Ling said with a firm look in his eyes, "Father has returned victoriously with his troops, and we should have left the city early to welcome him."

Zhang Jingwei sighed helplessly, he knew he couldn't win against Huangfu Ling.

Huangfu Ling didn't say anything more and called a few servants to go out.

So Zhang Jingwei called Zhang Liu to follow them to the city gate.

……

When they arrived at the city gate, they found that the prefect, the deputy magistrate, and the deputy prefect had already arrived.

There was a desk next to it, which was piled with densely packed papers. In the middle of the table was an incense burner and an anonymous tablet.

An old man stood in front of the desk, frowning. He was about to start writing, but then he stood up again.

"What is this for?"

Zhang Jingwei asked Huangfu Ling in confusion.

Huangfu Ling replied, "This is Mr. Tan from the official school. He is also the one who will be writing the memorial to comfort the fallen soldiers and also to describe the great achievements of this expedition."

Zhang Jingwei looked at it for a long time, and the old man only wrote four words: "Soul Returns..."

The old man scratched his head and pulled out a copybook from his pocket. He wrote directly on the book: "Alas! The hero is gone, but his heroic spirit lives on. You wore armor and held weapons in your hands. You fought bravely to defend your homeland and your country, and you were not afraid to die on the battlefield..."

……

A science student would shake his head after seeing this.

At this time, Wang Huang saw Zhang Jingwei and was so angry that his beard stood up.

Seeing his expression, Zhang Jingwei just angrily said, "Hey, Mr. Tongpan, you're not dead yet? You looked so half dead yesterday, I thought you wouldn't make it through last night."

Huangfu Ling pulled his sleeve, signaling him not to cause trouble.

Although Wang Huang was angry, he still endured it. His face became even gloomier, and his eyes revealed a calmness, as if he was thinking about something important.

A servant behind him took out a cushion from his arms and placed it on the ground, and Huangfu Ling knelt down.

Zhang Jingwei was shocked, "Where's mine?"

The servant behind Huangfu Ling did not respond.

Zhang Jingwei had no choice but to find a relatively clean place to kneel down.

As he knelt, he cursed in his heart: What a cruel person! He asked me to kneel but didn't even provide a cushion.

As time passed, Zhang Jingwei's legs gradually became numb and he couldn't help but move.

Zhang Liu on the side was fanning him.

At the beginning, he knelt straight, but after less than half an hour, he began to stand, walk, and squat for a while.

Only after Huangfu Ling scolded him twice did he calm down.

Just then, the sound of horse hooves came from afar, and everyone looked up.

I saw an army slowly approaching, led by Huangfu Ling's father, Huangfu Changshui.

He is tall and strong, wearing armor and looks very majestic.

His face was full of vicissitudes, his eyes were bright, his two sword-like eyebrows were intimidating without anger, his beard was gray, and his temples were full of white spots, but he was still handsome and had a bit more character.

It really fits the image of an ancient general that Zhang Jingwei imagined.

Huangfu Ling stood up excitedly and walked forward.

Zhang Jingwei also quickly stood up and followed her. Huangfu Changshui dismounted and hugged his daughter and cried.

"Oh, my dear daughter misses me so much."

"Father was on the march for only two months and already crushed the enemy. There's no need to be so hypocritical."

As soon as Huangfu Ling finished speaking, her father's face suddenly became serious.

She didn't know if she had said something wrong.

Huangfu Changshui walked towards Zhang Jingwei, patted him on the shoulder, and walked past him without saying anything.

Then he walked towards the altar without saying anything and scattered a handful of rice from the jar.

He led his army directly into the city, and everyone outside the city was confused.

The people in the city lined the streets to welcome them, with cheers, firecrackers, and gongs and drums ringing out one after another.

But Huangfu Changshui's face remained gloomy.