Nanyang Storm 1864

Chapter 46: General
Sleep until the early hours of the morning
Zheng Guohui gradually woke up from a deep sleep and felt something wet on his chest. The petite white body in his arms twitched and squirmed, which woke him up.

With the dim moonlight coming in through the window, Zheng Guohui saw Qiao Yue hugging him tightly like an octopus, sobbing silently in her sleep, with big tears rolling down her face.

Is this...something wronged?
Qiao Xing, who was sleeping on the other side of my body, was very quiet, leaning against me like a lazy kitten.

Zheng Guohui thought Qiao Yue was having a nightmare, so he gently shook her body and called out, "Qiao Yue, what nightmare did you have again?"

The girl was a light sleeper, and after shaking a few times, Qiao Yue woke up in a drowsy state.

She opened her tear-filled eyes and whispered, "What's the matter, Master? Do you want Qiao Yue to serve you?"

"What did you dream about? You cried so hard, you might even get your eyes swollen."

"Ah, no."

Qiao Yue, who was not fully awake yet, replied casually, but she felt the tears still flowing on her face. She quickly stood up and wiped them with her fair little hands, and found that most of the master's clothes were wet with tears.

This startled Qiao Yue awake, and she said in panic, "Oh, Master's clothes are all wet. I didn't know it was wet... This is all Qiao Yue's fault. I'll get you some clean clothes right now."

Qiao Xing, who was sleeping on the other side, was also woken up by the noise. She raised her sleepy head and muttered, "What's going on, Sister Qiao Yue? Do you need my help?"

"No, sleep on yours, okay?"

Zheng Guohui gently patted Qiao Xing's fair and delicate shoulders. Qiao Xing let out an obedient "Ah" and then lay in his arms and continued to sleep.

At this moment

Qiao Yue had already half-crouched and pushed herself up. Zheng Guohui grabbed her plump arm and asked gently, "What's wrong...girl? Did you feel wronged or had a nightmare?"

It would have been better if she hadn't said it, but this remark just hit Qiao Yue's sore spot, and endless grievances burst out, and she bent over and burst into tears in an instant.

Looking at Qiao Yue half-kneeling beside him and crying loudly, Zheng Guohui was also confused and continued to ask;

"How much of an injustice have you suffered? Tell the master. Don't worry, I'll take care of it. No one will bully you."

Qiao Yue made such a big noise that Qiao Xing, who was sleeping on the other side, also woke up. But she opened her big, blinking eyes and looked at her sister Qiao Yue with curiosity and a hint of timidity, but she didn't dare to ask a single question.

"Master... Master is going to Beijing... The capital will be in for such a long time, Qiao Yue... Qiao Yue can't bear to leave." Qiao Yue cried bitterly and answered intermittently with sobs.

"Nonsense, there must be something else." Zheng Guohui was not easy to fool and he could see something fishy at a glance.

"Master... wuwuwu... it's... it's Qiaoyue who's lost her mind. Wuwuwu... she wants... she wants Master to give her a child. She's afraid that Master won't... like us sisters, wuwuwu... so she's crying out of grievance. Please punish me, Master."

"You're... you're just imagining things again. Didn't the master tell you that your bones aren't fully developed yet, so it's not appropriate for you to get pregnant and have children too early?"

"But...but...wuwuwu...seeing the master wasting money, Qiao Yue felt so painful that she couldn't breathe."

Oh my god! This is what happened.

Zheng Guohui had never thought about this. He thought he was responsible for the two bed-warming maids and didn't want them to have children too early, but he never thought that it all turned out to be a mistake.

The little maidservant had all sorts of wild thoughts, thinking that the master was unwilling to give her the rain and was just doing it for fun.

Then there is no hope of having children, and the insecurity in the heart takes over, making them feel that they may be abandoned at any time, so they cry in grievance.

After the New Year, I am one year older.

Qiao Yue is 16 years old now, and Qiao Xing is 15 years old. Thanks to Zheng Guohui's hard work, the girls' bodies, nourished by the rain, have grown stronger.

She has long lost her girlish immaturity and has become rounder and fuller.

Under the cold moonlight

Qiao Yue, who was completely naked, leaned over and cried, revealing her beautiful curvy figure, and the reason was so bizarre.

This stimulation made Zheng Guohui react. Qiao Xing, who was lying quietly on the side, noticed it keenly. She shrank back in fear and looked up to see the master's extremely aggressive eyes.

"Master, it's late, go to sleep." Qiao Xing lied to herself.

"Why are you sleeping? No more sleep, get up and have fun!"

Zheng Guohui rolled over and climbed up, stretching out his arms. He directly hugged Qiao Yue, whose eyes were red and swollen from crying, and sat her on him, saying domineeringly;
"Since Qiao Yue wants to give me a son or daughter, I will fulfill your wish, so that you won't be suspicious all day long."

"Ah! Really?" Qiao Yue cried out in joy, her beautiful eyes wide open, upon hearing this great news. Zheng Guohui didn't waste any more words and immediately took action. In the blink of an eye, the headboard began to shake violently, creaking...

The storm lasted until the dawn, and the extremely exhausted man and two women fell into a deep sleep until noon when the sun was shining brightly.

"Your Excellency, the Jinling Prefect Cao Yucheng requests an audience. Respectfully request your instructions."

"Please come to the study to serve tea, Lord Cao. I will be right back."

"Yes, my lord."

Outside the study was the voice of the personal soldier Zheng Fu, and the footsteps quickly faded away.

Zheng Gui, Zheng Fu, Zheng Sheng, Zheng An, and Zheng Ding, the servants of their mother Zheng Qian, were all assigned to serve in the personal guards after six months of military training in the camp.

These are all trusted subordinates that Zheng Guohui plans to keep by his side to observe their personal qualities and then assign them to various positions in the army.

Those who are capable of taking on important responsibilities will be the main ones, those with mediocre abilities will be mid-level officers or in logistics, and those who are hopeless will have to stay in the personal guards, at least they are trustworthy.

This is called "making the best use of things."

The two little girls who had been sleeping with him until dawn got up in a hurry, put on their tight clothes with red faces, and then started to work quickly.

I helped the master clean his body, face, hands, rinse his mouth, change his clothes, and put on his boots. The whole process was done very efficiently and was completed in just ten minutes.

The whole process

Qiao Yue blushed and dared not look up. Whenever she saw the master's half-smile, she hurriedly avoided him.

"Qiao Yue, now..."

"Master, please stop talking. It's so embarrassing."

"Oh... that's my fault."

"I dare not. Master, Lord Cao from Jinling Prefecture is here. You should go quickly." Qiao Yue hurriedly put the robe on Zheng Guohui and fastened a button with her slender fingers.

He just turned around and hid behind Zheng Guohui.

Zheng Guohui stopped teasing her, pushed open the door with a refreshed look, and walked away with big strides.

The two pretty maids, Qiao Yue and Qiao Xing, are both thin-skinned. Just a joke, their fair little faces are like sunset clouds.

Qiao Yue held her breath and waited for the master to leave, then her chest began to rise and fall violently.

Turning around, he saw Qiao Xing secretly scratching her nose and "saying shameless", so he immediately threw her onto the bed and started playing with her with laughter.

With the huge worry lifted from her heart, Qiao Yue turned back into a talkative and cheerful maid, full of youthfulness and exuding an alluring girlish aura.

In the study

Cao Yucheng, the prefect of Jinling, is standing with his hands behind his back, admiring the masterpieces of calligraphy and painting by famous artists from the Tang, Yuan and Ming dynasties hanging in his study. Each of them is a precious treasure.

"The general has arrived!" A salute came from outside.

"Oh..." Cao Yucheng quickly straightened his clothes, turned around and walked to the study door, just in time to meet Zheng Guohui who was striding towards him. He raised his hand and bowed, saying, "General, I am honored to meet you."

"Hahahaha... The imperial edict hasn't been issued yet, and I haven't received my official badge or certificate from the Ministry of War. Everything is in limbo. I can't afford the title of 'military officer'."

"This is only a few months. Your Excellency is too modest."

"Hahahaha... Thanks to the prefect's auspicious words, please come into the study and chat."

"General, please go first. I am willing to follow you."

Hearing what was said, Zheng Guohui paused, laughed a few times without changing his expression, and walked into the study first.

Cao Yucheng secretly praised in his heart and followed in with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)