Gone With The Bustling World - Chapter 65
Translator: Antonia
“Don’t you see the water of the Yellow River coming down from heaven and rushing to the ocean, never to return? Don’t you see even the mirror at the court showing pity on the grey white which changed from silky black overnight? …Right… Enjoy your life to the full when you can, and don’t let the golden glass…stay empty…”
Zhang Jinya recited in stutter and sweated like a pig, facing his childe in white and wearing a calm face. Zhang Jinya respected and loved his childe very much, and of course feared him…
Xiao Qingyu rarely got angry, but as long as he pulled his face a little, no one dared not to behave themselves, let alone our little buddy Zhang Jinya who was too young to know the world!
However, the little buddy wasn’t able to recite even one poem Let’s Get Drunkduring the months that Childe Wushuang had gone on an expedition in Xiongye. Little wonder Xiao Qingyu was angry.
Xiao Qingyu, expressionless, took out a rattan whip, “Palm up.”
Seriously!? Zhang Jingya almost passed out. No…not my palm!!…
“Childe?” He begged for mercy pitifully.
Childe Wushuang was unmoved, “Don’t let me repeat it.”
Hence, when Duke Fang entered the room, Zhang Jingya happened to run into him!
“Duke~~~” Zhang Jingya immediately hid behind him, sticking out half of his head and looking at Fang Junqian with something that could be called gratitude!
This was so-called ‘a right timing is better than a pre-planned one’.
Childe Wushuang said coldly, “I’m disciplining my own disciple. Duke, please step aside from it.” His eyes were saying: None of your business. Just go away.
Duke Fang laughed silently, “Qingyu, you’re too serious. It’s a kid’s nature to play. It doesn’t matter he can’t recite a poem.”
In view that this naughty little boy was like himself in childhood, Fang Junqian couldn’t help trying to protect him.
“Yes, yes!” Zhang Jingya nodded like a chick pecking rice! Duke Fang now was taller and nobler in his eyes than ever before…
Xiao Qingyu’s voice began to become chilly, “He can play, but also must do homework… Please step aside, Duke. Don’t waste my precious time!”
Duke Fang guarded Zhang Jingya behind him, “You can teach him in words! Don’t use violence…”
Xiao Qingyu was impatient, “Get away.”
“No!”
“Get out of here!”
“No, I won’t! …Hahahaha!” Duke Fang suddenly burst into laughter! He teased in a wicked tone, “Qingyu, aren’t we like… a tiger mother and a doting father?”
Yes… Kind of…
Xiao Qingyu’s hand shook briefly and his face paled and flushed… Suddenly, he put the rattan whip heavily on the table and wheeled himself out of the room. Judging from his back, he could be said to escape…
Duke Fang was stunned and then burst out harder laughing!
All Bafang generals knew that Duke Fang Junqian was a good man in every way, but he had one point that was confusing: He liked to ‘molest’ Childe…
They really didn’t understand: Childe had a frosty face that made him solemn without getting angry. They believed one more glance at him would be blasphemy. How could Duke Fang say those things so naturally to Childe?
He was indeed courageous…and…thick-skinned…
Even this gained their admiration.
Hence, everybody praised: Duke Fang!
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September 9, 325 was bound to be an extraordinary day.
It was at dawn and the guard working at the town gate, yawning and stretching himself, received a cloth of announcement. He rubbed his eyes, posted it on the bulletin board, and lazily opened the gate.
The first passerby appeared, taking a random look at the bulletin board, and stilled, as if at that moment, his soul went away.
Then, with a scream, he dashed to the bulletin board and clung to it bodily! The sleepy guard was almost scared by him and woke up totally, “Why the hell are you yelling!!?”
But he couldn’t scold anymore, because he saw that old man over 60 years old was sobbing on the announcement and all tears! …
On the top of the announcement wrote a big title— “Twelve Strategies of Promotion”!
People gathered… A strange phenomenon was taking place in Bafang: People in all directions crowded to the gate, and nearly the whole town was here.
Under the bulletin board were head next to head. Some were crying from joy. Some cursed in rage. Some suspected and doubted. But most people kneeled to the red rising sun, shouting, “Long life Duke Fang!” …