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Gao Feng After finishing all this, he returned to his horse with grace.
Surroundings Suddenly, applause erupted, and the loud cheers seemed to shake the ground, causing the houses to tremble slightly.
Gao Feng wore a solemn expression, his brows slightly cold, yet he was not devoid of emotion. Sitting upright on his horse, he cupped his fists in salute, truly exuding a heroic demeanor that drew cheers from the townsfolk.
Qin Yaru suddenly leaned over the railing, clutching her stomach as she laughed heartily and silently. Others could not see it, but she could; that sly and triumphant look in his eyes was unmistakable. Though his face was serious, inside he must be feeling quite pleased.
If illustrated in a comic, Qin Yaru would definitely add a soft and beautiful tail that stood up proudly and swayed back and forth.
"Our general is at it again."
"I heard that when he practiced this move initially, A Gu accompanied him for three whole days, nearly exhausting himself."
"Wen Yuan is smart; he doesn't play along with him."
"Can't blame A Gu; only Wen Yuan can withstand our general's stern orders. No one else can do it. The moment he speaks, I reflexively obey."
Behind Gao Feng, a group of soldiers stood tall and imposing, making comments in voices only they could hear. They managed to multitask, walking steadily without missing a step.
If Qin Yaru had heard their words, she would have been surprised. She never expected that these soldiers from the Song Dynasty were smarter than those rascals from the Twenty-First Century; they could actually see through General Gao's true nature. It seemed that Gao Feng had also relaxed a lot, no longer hiding all his 'toxic thoughts' in the shadows.
Feeling her heart racing, Qin Yaru suppressed her desire to throw nearby fruits at General Gao, just like many girls around her.
If she really did throw something, it would be too embarrassing, especially with Da Lang present.
Gao Feng, riding a snow-white steed, walked slowly amidst the crowd's farewell. Qin Yaru, standing atop the building, quietly watched him with a smile in her eyes. Stories often depict lovers separated by thousands of miles yet still connected by their hearts. However, this was reality; although Qin Yaru recognized Gao Feng, it was clear that amidst the throngs of soldiers and the cheers of the townspeople, General Gao would not feel any special gaze from the woman above.
Unless Qin Yaru used something other than her gaze—like a knife.
Neither of the two noticed that Pang Yuanying was also stuck in the crowd welcoming them.
As soon as he left Nangyun Study, he ran into General Gao riding in on horseback. The people surged forward, and the streets were packed with a dense flow of people. No matter how capable he was, he couldn't move and could only stand awkwardly by the roadside, listening to the common folk praising Gao Feng.
He constantly heard remarks about how General Gao was eight feet tall, strong enough to lift a cauldron, skilled in both literature and martial arts. With just a glance, he could attract the attention of the Liao Kingdom Princess, and with a casual wave of his hand, the warriors of the Liao Dynasty would bow down in submission, not daring to look him in the eye.
As Pang Yuanying listened, he felt a surge of anger rising within him—he didn't know Gao Feng personally, but while he might look impressive, claiming that he was strong enough to lift a cauldron was absolute nonsense. Back in the day, Pang Yuanying had fought that guy; although he had held back for the sake of their families' reputations, they had both ended up with injuries—one sporting dark circles under his eyes and the other with scratches all over his face.
At that time, he had never seen Gao Feng stronger than himself.
As for women, when it came to attracting them, Gao Feng's skills were nothing compared to Pang Yuanying's. If they were compared side by side, Pang Yuanying would find it embarrassing.
When women saw him, it was like bees seeing honey; when they saw Gao Feng, it was like encountering a ghost. Could they even be compared?
If that guy could easily make the warriors of the Liao Kingdom submit, then why was he still parading through the streets so grandly? Even an official with a good temper wouldn't tolerate that.
His older brother had merely been rumored to have close ties with the Southern Court King of Liao Kingdom and had been put in a difficult position, almost treated as a traitor. Yet this guy was said to be able to subdue Liao warriors and was actually worshipped and respected; it was utterly unreasonable.
Pang Yuanying inadvertently looked up and happened to see the beauty he had longed for but could not attain. She was staring at that useless member of the Gao family with an entranced expression—so serious and focused—that gaze was something he had never received before. It made him even more furious and dizzy; deep down, he hated that he wished he could pounce over and bite that arrogant bastard to death.
Yet his guards beside him were gazing at Gao Feng with admiration, exclaiming praises: "How many years has it been since our Song Dynasty produced such a capable general like General Gao? It's truly remarkable; we should celebrate."
"Exactly! After enduring these years of humiliation, it's about time we produced some fierce generals to teach the Liao Dynasty a lesson."
Pang Yuanying gritted his teeth and decided that once he returned home, he would make sure these guards were dismissed.
It was no wonder he felt so resentful. When Gao Feng had been forced to go to Dingzhou back then, Pang Yuanying had taken pleasure in his misfortune. Yet within just a year of leaving, Gao Feng achieved accomplishments that Pang Yuanying hadn't even dared to dream about.
To be honest, Pang Yuanying wasn't without envy at that time; he even considered going out to battle like Gao Feng. However, unlike Gao Feng, he had doting parents and an Empress Dowager who treated him like a treasure. They would never allow him to join the military or suffer hardships away from home.
Later, Gao Feng's reputation grew larger and larger, while Pang Yuanying felt increasingly dissatisfied, believing that he could do better than that guy. If it were him, he would surely excel beyond Gao Feng.
He failed to consider that he was so pampered that he couldn't even sleep in a slightly less comfortable environment. With his delicate skin, he would complain at the slightest hardship. Even though he was skilled in martial arts, how could he possibly serve in the military?
Could he endure a life of sleeping outdoors? Could he handle not being able to bathe for months? Could he survive on roots and tree bark when supplies ran low?
These young masters from wealthy families enjoyed the finest resources and had to learn the Gentleman's Six Arts. Few truly lacked knowledge of archery or martial skills. Even those who trained to be strong enough to fend off three or five burly men had skills that were entirely different from leading troops and engaging in battle.
At this moment, Pang Yuanying would never think of these things. He only noticed that the Gao Family's illegitimate son, whom he deemed inferior, had unexpectedly turned his fortunes around and gained prominence. Yet, he still relied on his family for support, with no other talents besides indulging in leisure and frivolity.
Gao Feng was unaware that the woman he loved was watching him from afar through a sea of people. He also did not know that a certain envious star wished to drink his blood and feast on his flesh. He brought his personal guards and respectfully paid homage to the official who personally came to greet him.
The official was young, still a child. Upon seeing Gao Feng, he broke into a bright smile. Observing Gao Feng's great achievements without arrogance, he exuded warmth and elegance, feeling delighted inside. He would not let Gao Feng bow down; instead, he reached out early to help him up and offered fine wine.
As they walked together, if nothing unexpected happened, it would surely become a celebrated tale hundreds of years later.
Gao Feng returned to the General's Residence, using his injury as an excuse to close the doors to visitors. He kept all the matchmakers and relatives seeking connections at bay. Little did he know that he also blocked Qin Yaru from entering.
However, Consort Qin learned that the official had granted the General's residence to Gao Feng, and that residence was quite exceptional—if it were just a change of nameplate, it could easily become the Marshal's residence.
General Yang, who once held command, was already seventy-eight years old and quite muddled in his mind; he could hardly recognize anyone. Over the years in Dingzhou, it had been Gao Feng who bore the brunt of responsibilities. However, due to his youth, he had not taken command formally. Now that his merits were outstanding, it seemed likely that the official would naturally bestow upon him the title of Grand Marshal along with its military insignia.
Finding a place for herself, Qin Yaru embroidered a small pouch depicting vividly the scene from years ago when Gao Feng had provoked the military dogs in his unit and was chased around camp. She planned to present it to him; as soon as Gao Feng saw it, he would undoubtedly recognize her.
Unfortunately, upon arriving at the General's residence, she happened to see two stewards with their heads down carrying large bamboo baskets out the door while an outside cart was parked for garbage collection.
A large pile of embroidered handkerchiefs spilled out of the pouch as several idle people rushed forward to grab them.
Nearby an old man frowned and said, "This is such a waste."
One of the Stewards forced a smile and said, "Our general doesn't accept anything, but we don't know whose idea it was for those women to throw things over the wall into the courtyard. There are too many items, and we really have no place to put them."
Qin Yaru twitched her lips and turned to leave—she figured that if she sent her purse in, she would probably end up with the same fate; Gao Feng would definitely not see it.
Back in Nangyun Study, Qin Yaru felt a bit troubled. To be honest, back in the Twenty-First Century, it was always Gao Feng chasing after her, wanting to keep her attached to his belt, not wanting to be apart for even a moment.
Although there were inevitable separations during missions, at that time there was the internet and mobile phones. Even if they were on opposite sides of the Earth, it was still easy to stay in touch.
But now it was different. Without an introduction from someone familiar, it was truly too difficult for her to meet the great general.
Qin Yaru had even sought out Bai Yunsheng, hoping he could help introduce her. However, Bai Yunsheng looked at her with a strange expression—"Don't set your sights on him. Although he is a son of the Gao Family's concubine, with such achievements, the officials will definitely arrange a marriage for him. You shouldn't be like those women who foolishly throw themselves into danger."
Qin Yaru felt dizzy and rolled her eyes but couldn't explain why she had to meet Gao Feng. Bai Yunsheng was unwilling to make any introductions.
"Don't think I'm doing this for your own good. I can't help you even if I wanted to. That guy has shut his doors to guests; he sees no one. He spends all day with a group of brothers and has invited the three best singers and dancers from the entertainment house—Yan Xixi, Liu Shishi, and Gao Chengcheng—to entertain him. No one else can see him."
Bai Yunsheng clearly harbored thoughts of disparaging Gao Feng, but upon hearing this, Qin Yaru softened her expression. That person still had his old temperament; despite appearing serious, he was very indulgent towards his brothers.
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