Dream of the Red Chamber: Start by gaining Zhao Yun's martial prowess, and be ennobled in a sin

Jia Jing was worried about the war in Yulin, so he didn't say anything more and led the others into the room.

Inside the room, Xiangling and Qingwen had already organized and categorized all of Jia Jing's personal belongings and other items, placing them on the table.

Jia Jing put the little boy down, checked the luggage, and made sure nothing was missing.

He then entered the side room, changed out of his bullfighting clothes, and put on a beast-faced chainmail armor.

This armor is a full suit of armor with a fierce design. The breastplate is decorated with animal face patterns, making it extremely defensive.

Then, with the help of Qingwen and Xiangling, she put on a three-pronged purple-gold crown to tie her hair, wore a red brocade robe with a hundred flowers from Sichuan, and a lion-head belt with an exquisite design around her waist.

Then he changed into his combat boots, straightened his armor, tied the seal and waist token to his belt, and hung the Azure Rainbow Sword on his waist.

After Xiangling and Qingwen finished their work, they raised their heads and looked at the young man in full armor in front of them, and they were both stunned.

At this moment, Jia Jing had sword-like eyebrows that slanted upwards to his temples, eyes that shone like bright stars, and a sharp, cold face that looked as if it had been carved by an axe. His appearance was dignified and his aura was astonishing.

Although it wasn't the first time they had seen Jia Jing in full military attire, he had usually worn ordinary iron armor with a mountain-shaped pattern.

They were not as well-equipped, exquisite, and magnificent as they are today, exuding an extraordinary aura.

In particular, Jia Jing's outstanding military bearing was impossible to conceal at this moment, making him appear even more upright and dignified.

Xiangling's beautiful face showed a stunned expression. She pursed her cherry lips and stared blankly for a long time, unable to come back to her senses.

Although Qingwen also felt her heart skip a beat, she regained consciousness before Xiangling.

He first glanced at Jia Jing's expression, then, with a hint of guilt, smiled and scolded Xiangling:

"Come back to reality, look at you, your eyes are glued to me. We haven't even had a proper toast yet, and you're already getting all worked up."

After more than a month of getting to know each other, Qingwen has regained some of the charm she had in the original story.

Although he still didn't dare to joke with Jia Jing, he and Xiang Ling were already laughing and joking without restraint!

Hearing Qingwen's mockery, Xiangling naturally refused to back down. Though she might be simple-minded, she wasn't stupid, and retorted:

"The other day, someone told me in private that the Marquis is handsome, and even said they wanted to warm his bed, oh dear..."

Before she could finish speaking, Xiangling let out a scream.

Qingwen withdrew her hand from pinching Xiangling, her face flushed with embarrassment and anger, and said:

"Are you out of your mind?! You, you, you..."

Although Qingwen was sharp-tongued when she cursed, she was clearly not very good at arguing at this moment, and she didn't manage to utter any sharp words for a long time.

After getting to know each other better these past few days, the two of them often playfully tease each other like this.

However, in front of Jia Jing, Qingwen was more reserved than Xiangling, blushing and remaining silent.

Jia Jing ignored their bickering and put a pair of knee pads into his bag, then put a jade safety buckle close to his body.

He then instructed:

"The twelfth of this month is Lin Daiyu's birthday, and the third of next month is the third sister's birthday."

"I probably won't be able to send the things back in time, so please remember to send them the gifts I prepared."

Qingwen and Xiangling, having recovered some of the sadness they felt before parting, became melancholic again and softly responded:

"Understood, sir!"

Jia Jing patted their heads and said gently:

"Xiangling usually goes to Lin Daiyu's courtyard to learn poetry. When Master comes back, he will test whether you have made any progress."

"Qingwen, since the master is not home, you should take good care of Xiaojiao'er. You can also learn to read and do accounting from Xiangling when you have time. Don't bully the little maids in the manor."

Upon hearing this, Qingwen tried to hold back but couldn't resist. She narrowed her eyes and couldn't help but say coquettishly:

"Master... I have never bullied any of the maids in the manor."

After Qingwen finished speaking, she looked at Xiangling and thought to herself: Which little hussy went and slandered me to the master? How come he is so sure that I would bully a little maid?

She believed that although she had a fiery temper, she had never abused her power to bully others.

Especially after the Lai family's downfall, she became much more cautious than before. This... was simply a terrible injustice done to her.

Jia Jing ignored Qingwen's complaints and reached out to take down the Overlord Bow that had never been used and was hanging on the wall.

This bow is a weapon from Xiang Yu's legacy, a reward from the system; it is a ten-stone bow.

Shaped like a crescent moon, with thick, sturdy arms, and engraved with dragon scale patterns at the grip, its overall imposing presence is like a divine object descending to earth.

The bow is forged from millennia-old black iron, its entire body is dark with golden patterns, and the bow itself weighs more than eighty pounds. Only those with the strength to lift a tripod can draw the bow.

Jia Jing has never used this bow since he acquired it.

Legend has it that the Overlord Bow is the best bow in the world, durable and a symbol of ultimate bravery. I'd love to try it out this time.

Jia Jing slung the bow over his shoulder, picked up his travel bag, turned and walked out of the side room. He didn't ask the others to see him off, and headed towards the front courtyard alone.

Qingwen, Xiangling, and the others stood under the eaves watching Jia Jing leave.

As the tall figure gradually disappeared from sight, the little girl burst into tears and tried to chase after him, but Qingwen held her tightly...

After gathering his personal guards, Jia Jing went to Rongqing Hall to bid farewell to Grandmother Jia, explaining some matters concerning the family and Yuan Chun, and then looked at Jia She, who did not have much time left.

Then, without stopping, he went to the palace, met with Emperor Jingsheng, and then returned to the Ba Shang camp.

At dusk, Emperor Jingsheng's imperial edict arrived at the camp.

Jin Jia Jing was appointed General Who Conquers the West, overseeing military affairs in the three border regions and four towns of Shaanxi. He led the Ba Shang Camp to conquer the Northwest, was granted the Shangfang Sword, controlled the nine border regions, and was fully responsible for the war in the Northwest.

Thus, the Northwest War officially began, and the Han Dynasty began to prepare for the war at full speed.

Meanwhile, Niu Jizong, Feng Tang, Han Wu, Zhu Que, and Ma Guocheng were already dressed in military uniforms and waiting for orders on the drill ground.

On the second day of the second month of the tenth year of Jingsheng, at the beginning of the hour of You (5-7 PM).

As the sun was about to set, a slightly chilly wind blew across the open fields outside the Ba Shang camp.

The gates of the Ba Shang camp slowly opened to both sides, and a large banner with the character "Han" fluttered loudly as it emerged first.

"Thump..."

A series of drumbeats resounded from the training ground, deep, grand, and awe-inspiring.

Then, eight rows of iron cavalry marched out of the camp gate, with banners bearing the character "Jia" fluttering on all four sides.

Then came Jia Jing, dressed in full military attire, holding a bright silver spear, riding the Red Hare, carrying the Overlord Bow, wearing a bright red cloak and a helmet, slowly walking out.

He was surrounded by Zhuque, Ma Guocheng, Niu Jizong and others.

Further on were two thousand elite light cavalry selected by Zhuque from among twenty thousand cavalry.

These two thousand elite troops were mainly composed of cavalrymen that Jia Jing had transferred back from Liaodong. They had been trained for a long time and were all truly elite soldiers who had seen blood.

Each cavalryman rode two horses, wore no heavy armor, and carried only marching rations.