Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow unexpectedly.
His dark eyes looked at Liu Jiru, who was kneeling in front of him.
Then he turned his head to look at Bai Zhi’er, Chu Ping, Lei Hu, and the others beside him.
Chu Ping spread his hands first: "This child must have gone mad."
Actually wanting to beco a disciple of the Marquis.
Lei Hu quickly walked over: "Stop talking nonsense, the Princess just told you, you need to take good care of your health."
Bai Zhi’er’s long lashes fluttered: "Yes, judging by your current health, you can’t be a Xiu Luo Envoy."
To be a Xiu Luo Envoy, one not only needs excellent skills but also a healthy body.
Because they go out on high-intensity missions every day.
Sotis, to complete a task, they wouldn’t sleep for an entire day.
Looking at Liu Jiru’s small fra, within less than half a month, he would fall ill and die in the Xiuluo Guard.
Feng Fuce’s gaze was calm as he walked to Bai Zhi’er’s side.
"I won’t accept you, get up, there’s no need to kneel."
However, Liu Jiru gently avoided Lei Hu’s hand that tried to help him up.
He changed directions and knelt in front of Feng Fuce.
"I’ve been muddle-headed for over a decade and don’t want to be a useless, diocre person any longer."
"My life was saved by the Marquis, so I want to contribute to the Xiuluo Guard!"
"I know my health is poor and that I can’t be a Xiu Luo Envoy, but I can be a military strategist!"
Liu Jiru eagerly volunteered: "I’ve read books on military strategy, and I can recite the techniques of command backwards."
Bai Zhi’er’s round eyes showed so surprise.
Chu Ping said: "Really? I couldn’t tell this weak little chick knew so much."
Liu Jiru lowered his head, thinking about the days in the past when he longed for his sister’s return, and his efforts seed like a joke.
He gave a bitter smile: "At that ti, I aspired to achieve fa and success so that my parents would listen to and bring my sister back."
"But my health was poor, I had chronic ailnts, and couldn’t take the imperial exams."
Officials of Great Chu must be healthy, with all limbs intact.
Thus, Liu Jiru did not et the standards.
"However, I asked my father, if I wanted to enter the officialdom, there was only one way, which was to pass the military strategist exam in the military camps."
"I started reading military strategy books at the age of five, and I’ve morized all kinds of battle strategies by heart."
Feng Fuce’s gaze was indifferent, showing no interest.
His voice was cold: "Understanding military books and strategy is different from real combat."
"Moreover, you can’t wield a sword or spear, how could you devise formations? Facing the elite soldiers of the enemy, aren’t you a burden with such a weak body?"
But Liu Jiru raised his head and said firmly, "I won’t always be like this."
"Marquis, I will never succumb to illness; I won’t be a burden to the army, but instead, a sharp sword determining victory and defeat!"
He bowed his head and kowtowed: "Please, Marquis, take as your disciple and give a chance to train."
"Five years... No! Just three years, and the Marquis will see my difference. If by then I’m still a useless person, you can deal with as you see fit!"
Liu Jiru indeed was a clever person.
The Xiuluo Guard represented by Marquis Wan is the pinnacle of military officials.
The experience gained here would be more extensive and challenging than following the main army.
Bai Zhi’er’s round eyes were dark and looked at Liu Jiru.
She wanted to see so clues from him.
However, she only saw the determination of this young boy.
Once a person decides to live for themselves, they will burst forth with vigorous and thriving vitality.
Bai Zhi’er nodded secretly.
He is indeed a good prospect.
At this mont, Feng Fuce turned his head to look at Bai Zhi’er: "What do you think? Should I agree to him?"
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