After three rounds of drinking, Yuan Tiangang didn’t ntion arranging any position for Ling Feng in the army at all. He simply praised Ling Feng incessantly. If it were a typical headstrong young man, he might have been truly swayed by this Grand Commander’s enthusiasm and be grateful for his appreciation.
For example, that guy Jiang Xiaofan, who, as soon as he sat down, stuffed himself mindlessly, and upon hearing a few words of praise from Yuan Tiangang, imdiately nodded in agreent, thinking that this Grand Commander wasn’t so bad after all.
However, Ling Feng was fully aware in his heart that this old fox had no intention of giving him even the slightest bit of military power. To put it bluntly, it was a matter of not trusting him.
Little did he know, Yuan Tiangang was also constantly observing Ling Feng, hoping to glean so insight from his expression. Unfortunately, from beginning to end, Ling Feng only maintained a faint smile, making him seem unfathomable.
The generals, knowing the Grand Commander’s intent, rely joked and suggested more drinks. Throughout the half-day, not a single valuable word was spoken.
"Hmm, this kid seems to have so skill. He neither shows loyalty nor expresses any dissatisfaction with the arrangents."
Yuan Tiangang rubbed his chin, casting a more appreciative glance at Ling Feng, and asked probingly, "General Ling, may I ask what thoughts or ideas you have after arriving at Tianmang Fortress? Feel free to share them with . Haha, then I can see if there’s a vacant position for you to take up imdiately."
"What opinions could a junior like have," Ling Feng replied, saluting Yuan Tiangang, "Everything is at the Grand Commander’s discretion."
Yuan Tiangang squinted, asking indifferently, "Oh? I’ve heard that General Ling has a close friendship with King Jing."
King Jing refers to the Ninth Prince, Moo Feng.
Given that Sky White Monarch sent him to the Southern Army as a supervisor, naturally he needed a reasonable identity. While a prince represents the royal family, it doesn’t necessarily confer any real power. However, King Jing is different.
The Ninth Prince being conferred as King Jing indicates that Sky White Monarch granted him a certain degree of authority over the Southern Army.
Regrettably, it seems the Ninth Prince is completely isolated now. Even though Moo Feng isn’t foolish, he is still sowhat inexperienced compared to old foxes like Yuan Tiangang.
"King Jing..."
Ling Feng raised his sword-like eyebrows, knowing the real show was beginning, laughed lightly, and said, "I t King Jing at the Heavenly Position Academy, and we naturally share so camaraderie as fellow students. I’m also rather curious, since His Majesty sent King Jing to supervise the military, why is it that with such a grand arrangent today, we don’t see His Highness Prince Jing? Isn’t that peculiar?"
With these words, the atmosphere within the tent turned sowhat grim.
The chilling air seed to lower the temperature inside the Commander Tent by a few degrees, even making Jiang Xiaofan, who was gorging himself, shiver involuntarily.
Sothing seems amiss here.
Lee Bufan casually took a sip from a wine cup, showing that it seed Ling Feng was making his choice.
But this was the Ling Feng he knew.
He would never abandon his companions under any circumstances.
As expected, Yuan Tiangang’s expression slightly changed but quickly composed himself, smiling faintly, "King Jing naturally returned to the Jing Royal Mansion. With the frequent outbreaks of war at the border now, I couldn’t let King Jing risk staying at the fortress. So, for now, he is recuperating at the Jing Royal Mansion. Once we repel the Demon Clan, of course, we will invite King Jing to return. This was also King Jing’s agreent."
Although Yuan Tiangang’s smile was still amiable, his voice carried a shade of coldness. He stood up from his seat slowly and said, "General Ling, we’ve drunk enough, but I have important military matters to attend to. As for General Ling’s appointnt, I’ll consider it appropriately. Alright, General Ling, you may leave now."
"Then I’ll await your good news, farewell!"
Ling Feng pursed his lips, knowing that this old fox had already grouped him with the Ninth Prince. It seems that in the future, he won’t have substantial opportunities at Tianmang Fortress.
However, Ling Feng didn’t really mind.
His purpose in coming to the Southern Border was rely to kill the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor and to support his brother, the Ninth Prince.
If the Ninth Prince himself isn’t interested, why should he work hard for Yuan Tiangang?
If Han Li had been in charge, he might have considered it.
Once Ling Feng and his people left the Commander Tent, the one-eyed General Lee Qing imdiately slamd the table and snorted coldly, "This boy doesn’t know how to appreciate kindness. Grand Commander, I say let this kid go to the Animal Training Camp to tend to our warhorses!"
"Haha, what a good idea! Let him be the Horses’ Fortune. Don’t think that just because he’s young and beca a general, he’s remarkable. When I was fighting enemies on the battlefield, his mother was still helping him into his pants!"
The scar-faced General Wang ng imdiately nodded in agreent.
"Nonsense!" Yuan Tiangang glared at these two and said coldly, "Appointed by the Emperor himself as General Wei Yuan, and you suggest letting him tend to horses? If the Emperor finds out, what would he think?"
"Hmph, as the saying goes, the Emperor is far away on the high mountain. This is Tianmang Fortress!" Wang ng said boisterously.
"Brave but foolish! Shortsighted!" Yuan Tiangang glared at him, turning his gaze to the middle-aged scholar beside him, asking slowly, "Sun Junshi, what is your opinion?"
"Not worthy of being called an opinion." The middle-aged scholar lightly fanned himself, saying calmly, "As for Lee Bufan from the Grand Commandant Mansion, since he is the grandson of Lee Taixu, why not let him serve as a Capital Commandant in the Vanguard Camp. Grand Commander, what do you think?"
"Haha, the strategist indeed knows my heart."
Yuan Tiangang laughed heartily, first removing Lee Bufan from Ling Feng’s side, making future actions more convenient naturally.
"And what about this Ling Feng?"
Yuan Tiangang narrowed his eyes and looked at Sun Boce with a semblance of laughter.
"General Ling is a young hero and of course cannot go unused. However, there are no vacant general positions at the border currently, so we can’t forcefully place him in a position, can we?" Sun Junshi smiled faintly.
"Ah, what a pity, what a pity! Such a young hero. Let’s just let him be a general in the New Soldier Camp!"
Yuan Tiangang feigned a distressed sorrow, sighing repeatedly.
"The Grand Commander is wise!"
"The Grand Commander is wise!"
"..."
The gathered generals all burst into laughter, even the Ninth Prince was easily manipulated by them. How could a re Ling Feng possibly overturn the sky?
Yuan Tiangang raised a cup of wine, downed it in one go, and then placed it heavily on the table.
In this Southern Border, he was the local tyrant. Before being loyal to the Empire, they must be loyal to him, Yuan Tiangang. Otherwise, no matter if you are a dragon, you better coil up properly!
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