Traveling through an ancient military camp: Bao'er's survival song

This southwestern border region, adjacent to the Qiang Kingdom, was once the territory guarded by the Luo family army for generations. The Qiang people were foolish, vicious, and shameless; without an army to keep them in check, they would always engage in petty tricks. After the fall of the Luo family, Peng Yi, the then General of the Martial Guard and a close friend of Luo Rui, the eldest son of the Luo family, volunteered to go to the frontier. Later, he defeated the Qiang people and recaptured Luntu City, for which he was directly rewarded by the late emperor and promoted to General of Ningyuan.

In those years, besides diligently training the border guards, Peng Yi didn't neglect the upbringing of his friend's son, Luo Binghe, even demanding more from him. Luo Binghe, now Peng Zizheng, truly lived up to his reputation as a son of a military family. At thirteen, he could wield a fifty-pound sword with incredible speed and strength; he was also a natural-born strategist and military genius. The tactic of avoiding the enemy's strength and attacking their weakness was actually proposed by the fifteen-year-old Peng Zizheng. However, General Peng Yi also noticed that the young Zizheng who came to his side was no longer the arrogant and flamboyant young master of the Luo family he had once seen. He had become serious, taciturn, self-disciplined, and cautious in upholding the law. Peng Yi knew his adopted son harbored immense hatred, but wasn't he also filled with it?

Peng Zizheng didn't speak of his suffering, but Peng Yi didn't ignore it. Over the years, this valiant warrior had begun training spies to secretly investigate the truth behind the massacre of his family. However, accustomed to open warfare, he was indeed inept at such matters. His spies were gradually exposed, but he couldn't find a trace of the murderer, only confirming that the poison was Qiang poison.

Later, Peng Zizheng learned about everything General Peng Yi had done, and in the end, it was he who persuaded General Peng Yi to let him take over all of this.

When General Peng Yi died, he thought of his nephew, who had grown into a tall, intelligent, and brave young man, and felt more gratified than anything else. He was gratified that he could go to see his old friend Peng Rui with a clear conscience.

Peng Zizheng had indeed stopped showing off and trying to steal the spotlight. Every day and night at his post, he would go over the events that had happened when he was ten years old again and again, analyzing them, detailing them, and conducting quiet, unseen investigations. He had built a meticulous and detailed network in his hands, remotely directing his own organization in the capital.

Sometimes he would think back to those two years with His Highness the Crown Prince, who is now the Emperor, watching him ascend the throne from the distant frontier, watching him straighten out the court, and watching the world under his rule enjoy good weather and abundant harvests.

Besides seeking revenge, Peng Zizheng never forgot his promise to become the emperor's right-hand man. He would eventually become his great general and a vital asset to the Han state.

In recent years, Wu Peng'en's faction has also grown rapidly, just like him. Even as the emperor's tutor and the most brilliant strategist in the Han Kingdom, Peng Zizheng absolutely refused to believe that Wu Peng'en hadn't cultivated connections within the harem to achieve such success on his own. The two quick, short words uttered by Consort Chen's head maid during that day, which he repeatedly replayed in his mind, had made him suspicious; he even guessed that it wasn't some regional dialect, but rather the Qiang language.

However, among the Qiang language vocabulary that Peng Zizheng had mastered as much as possible, he did not find a word with the same pronunciation.

Whenever his thoughts were blocked, Peng Zizheng would be consumed by the burning anger of hatred, which would overwhelm his patience, make him anxious, and keep him awake at night.

Just like tonight, overwhelmed by pain and anxiety, he could no longer calm down. Wearing his undergarments, he ran directly to the door of the foot massage parlor that he had deliberately avoided, and punched the door of the person inside repeatedly in the dead of night.

Li Baobao hurriedly put on her clothes and opened the door to find a fierce-looking man standing with bloodshot eyes, leaning against the doorframe. Her first instinct was to lift the hem of her shirt and cover her face.