"Uncompress immediately!"
Yang Zhao ordered without hesitation.
Ding!" The pressure has been released. The host has received Meng De's New Book. Intelligence 10, Advanced Military Strategy.”
boom ~~
In an instant, Yang Zhao felt a surge of information, like a waterfall falling from the nine heavens, rushing towards his brain.
He was a formidable man of his generation, Cao Cao, the Emperor of Wei. All of his life's experience in commanding troops had been poured into his thoughts and fused with his spirit.
He immediately felt that his thinking speed had become sharper, and his understanding of war had also deepened.
Marching, setting up formations, using strategies, using schemes…
All the talents that a commander should have were integrated into his experience.
"Bring up Meng De's New Book."
With a thought, an ancient bamboo scroll immediately appeared in Yang Zhao's mind. Every word on it was Cao Cao's painstaking effort.
" Cao Cao, your understanding of the art of war is indeed extraordinary. It's a pity that you were born at the wrong time. There were too many heaven-defying experts in your era. Even if you were a god in the art of war, you wouldn't be able to unify the world…"
As Yang Zhao savored the art of war, he couldn't help but feel sorry for Cao Cao.
"You still have to wake up early tomorrow. Aren't you going to sleep?”
At this moment, a caring but slightly stiff female voice sounded in his ear.
Yang Zhao's thoughts immediately came back from the forum. When he opened his eyes, he saw Li Xiu Ning standing at the door.
In her hands was a bowl of steaming chicken soup.
What was the meaning of this?
Yang Zhao looked at the chicken soup, his eyes somewhat puzzled.
"You've worked hard today. I asked the kitchen to make a bowl of chicken soup for you. Drink it while it's hot.”
Li Xiu Ning said as she placed the bowl in front of him.
She actually made chicken soup for him?
Yang Zhao was even more puzzled. He raised his head to look at that somewhat uncomfortable jade face, completely confused, unable to figure out her intentions.
"What are you looking at? It's just a bowl of chicken soup.”
Li Xiuning snorted lightly and complained unhappily. Her tone lacked the masculine air of a hero, and there was a hint of gentleness in it.
"Oh, I'm not too hungry now. Let's leave it there first.”
Yang Zhao responded, not showing any signs of being moved, and lowered his head to continue flipping through the military book.
Li Xiu Ning frowned and bit her lips, a trace of dissatisfaction flashing in her eyes.
In her life, she had soldiers serving her in the army and maidservants serving her at home. She was used to being pampered and respected by others. When had she ever cared about the food and daily life of others?
Today, she took the initiative to go to the kitchen and supervise the servants to make this bowl of chicken soup. She even put down her "airs" and personally delivered it to Yang Zhao. In her opinion, this was already a great concern for Yang Zhao.
What she wanted to see was naturally Yang Zhao's touched expression, impatiently finishing the chicken soup in front of her.
Unfortunately, in Yang Zhao's eyes, her tone and expression were still high and mighty, as if she was bestowing him with charity.
Yang Zhao naturally disdained such concern.
" Forget it. Maybe I've treated him coldly for too long and he's still not used to it. I'll just be more patient…"
Li Xiu Ning consoled herself in her heart and suppressed the dissatisfaction in her heart to restore her calm.
"I also want to tell you that you taught Yuwen Huaji's son a lesson today. You did the right thing.”
Li Xiu Ning hesitated for a while before finally saying what was on her mind.
As soon as she said that, she suddenly realized that praising the man in front of her, her husband, did not seem so difficult.
Yang Zhao's heart trembled slightly. He raised his head and looked at Li Xiu Ning again, thinking that he had heard wrongly.
Li Xiu Ning, was she praising him?
How could the sun rise from the west…
"Go to bed early. I hope that you can bring glory to me, Li Xiu Ning, in tomorrow's competition.”
Li Xiu Ning smiled and turned to leave.
After the door of the wedding room was closed, he could vaguely hear her humming a tune from inside. She seemed to be in a good mood.
"She's a little strange today…"
Yang Zhao muttered to himself, his gaze falling on the bowl of chicken soup. Perhaps it was the effect of the fragrance, but he really was a little hungry.
After hesitating for a moment, he picked up the bowl and took a sip.
"Mmm, it tastes pretty good."
He put down the book and downed the bowl of chicken soup, not leaving a single drop.
"Young miss, son-in-law drank all the soup you gave him.”
The maidservant who was hiding by the door crack and asking around happily reported the good news to Li Xiu Ning.
"So what if you finished it? What's the big deal?”
Li Xiuning, who was in front of the dressing table, didn't think much of it and only cared about removing her makeup in front of the mirror.
When the maidservant turned around, she smiled quietly.
The next day, at the Ministry of War.
The main hall of the office had been emptied and was filled with a few brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.
More than 50 participants who had advanced yesterday entered the examination hall one after another.
Today, they were going to participate in the second round of the martial science examination, the military strategy assessment.
The participants would write their own opinions on military strategies based on the questions that had been set in advance. The three famous generals of the Great Sui, Lai Hu 'er, Yu Zhongwen, and Zhang Xutuo would judge them. The top 20 with the highest scores would be selected to advance to the final round of the Golden Palace Tournament.
"Yang Zhao, A3 seat."
As the singing started, the hall was filled with discussions. Dozens of candidates turned their heads to look at the door.
He saw a man dressed in green calmly step into the hall, his eyes looking straight ahead, calm and collected.
"Did you guys hear that Yang Zhao beat up State Duke Xu's son yesterday, but he's actually fine!”
"Isn't that so? I heard from acquaintances in the palace that the emperor even scolded Duke Xu and praised Yang Zhao for doing a beautiful job.”
"Say, this Yang Zhao was born in a poor family, how could he be so lucky? It's fine if Princess Ruyi took care of him, but now even the emperor is protecting him.”
The voices of envy, jealousy, and confusion were endless.
Chai Shao, who was the first to take a seat, frowned deeply, his eyes flickering with hatred as he stared fixedly at Yang Zhao.
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