Two hours ago...

Previously, Deng Ming claimed that Wu Sangui was Li Guoying's envoy, and was ordered to go to Jianchang to transport grain and grass to Chongqing. When he learned that Wu Sangui had also sent someone to Sichuan Xingdusi, he went to see him first. Deng Ming thought this order should be reasonable, and maybe Wu Sangui had similar ideas. Indeed, Wu Sangui was too lazy to ask about the details of Li Guoying's order, because the status of Wu Sangui and Deng Ming was too great. As a prince and the commander of hundreds of thousands of troops, there was no need to do anything personally, and he did not intend to talk to a small Qianshen.

However, when Wu Sangui asked about the surrendered army he sent was ambushed by the Ming army, Deng Ming did not dare to fabricate it out of thin air. If the battle process was fabricated in front of Wu Sangui, it would be very likely to be exposed. Once the other party's suspicion was aroused, he might be carefully interrogated, and Deng Ming would definitely not be able to pass the test.

So Deng Ming told the truth, narrating the process of his attack on the Qing army camp that day, but he made a statement from the perspective of the attacker. On that day, Deng Ming led his guards to rush left and right in the Qing army camp, and knew the deployment of the Qing army camp very well, and he was very good at telling Wu Sangui.

Deng Ming felt that this was safe, but Zhao Liangdong sounded extraordinary. Under normal circumstances, people would become very panicked and confused when attacked, and it was difficult to observe the surrounding situation calmly. Deng Ming was different from the defeated soldiers Zhao Liangdong had seen before. He did not use a general description such as "there are many enemies", "there are enemies everywhere", and "there are fires everywhere", but instead mentioned the direction of the enemy cavalry's impact, the spread of the fire, and the evil consequences caused by the chaos of friendly forces.

Gradually, Zhao Liangdong became focused from being disregarded and focused. This calm and calm performance of Mr. Baoning Qian and his orderly statement attracted Zhao Liangdong's attention. Many subordinates may be brave on the battlefield because they are illiterate, but they appear rude, reckless and simple when they speak. They will not summarize it well even if they win, let alone lose. Of course, Zhao Liangdong also has some good generals under him, but they grew up in the military and their life content cannot be separated from the feudal army. Although Deng Ming just wanted to pass the test perfunctory, Zhao Liangdong still realized that Mr. Baoning Qian had some knowledge, which was different from the little officers under his command.

At this time, Zhao Liangdong heard Wu Sangui ask the young little officer again and said, "You think about it now, how many enemy troops were there at that time, why did you keep clashing like this in the camp?"

Zhao Liangdong knew that Wu Sangui was considering Deng Ming's talent. For a small general, the difficulty of this question was obviously too high, and even ordinary generals might not be able to answer it well. For example, the guerrilla sent by Wu Sangui to Dongchuan obviously handed over a very bad answer. Zhao Liangdong waited for Mr. Baoning Qian's answer without saying a word. After listening to his description just now, Zhao Liangdong had guessed the rough process of the battle.

"The number of people must be less than a hundred!" Deng Ming replied firmly. At this time, he had not realized that he had shown the courage, calmness and expression ability that was inconsistent with his official title. He still stated the truth from another perspective according to the idea of ​​"a hundred voids are worse than one reality": "As for the repeated conflicts between the enemy cavalry in the camp, it is obviously a strategy of suspicion of soldiers and attacking the heart."

Deng Ming also mentioned that before the Ming army launched an attack, an officer from Jianchang came to visit the guerrillas - he still stated the truth from a different perspective. Facing a famous figure like Wu Sangui, Deng Ming felt that the narrative needed to be as true as possible to avoid the other party's suspicion: "After the incident, he was humble and returned to his own tent to have dinner, so he survived. This person might have come to reconnaissance the position of the central army tent. Because the enemy lacked the number of people, he took the risk to reconnaissance in advance to ensure that the raid could succeed in one blow."

"Okay!" Zhao Liangdong praised: "It's right!"

Deng Ming left Zhao Liangdong with an impression of being aware of the small things. He asked himself that he could not analyze the enemy's actions and intentions more clearly - of course not, because Deng Ming was the enemy, and he naturally knew his actions and goals.

"Haha," Wu Sangui on the main seat smiled and ordered his left and right, "Get the pen, ink and paper."

After the guards took the things Wu Sangui wanted, King Pingxi ordered Deng Ming: "Draw the general appearance of your camp that day and show me."

Zhao Liangdong saw that Wu Sangui admired Mr. Baoning very much. No one would ask Mr. Qian to have the ability to draw a brief map. The officers of this class just need to obey orders and go to the battlefield to chop people. Many generals who rely on bravery are all in one's head. It's okay to follow the top of the mountain to fight, but if he was asked to camp alone, the formation would be messed up.

Deng Ming did not use the ink given by Wu Sangui, but took out the charcoal brush he made in his arms. In order to avoid revealing the stuffing, he answered Wu Sangui's question seriously. That day, he carefully reconnaissed in the Qing army's camp, and then repeatedly clashed back and forth. He remembered the deployment of the camp very clearly and quickly drew a map. After thinking about it, Deng Ming added a few more notes, indicating that it was the Ming army's attack route he had speculated - of course, they were also his real attack route that day.

The guard took away the map of Deng Minghua and handed it over to Wu Sangui who was high above. King Pingxi took the map and then motioned the guard to pass it on to the generals. After Zhao Liangdong took it into his hand, he looked carefully. Unexpectedly, this young man not only drew a good map but also could write. Finally, he sighed and asked the guard to pass it on to the next person.

"You really should have a subordinate like Mr. Li Qian." After all the generals finished watching, Wu Sangui said: "If Mr. Li Ming, you, Mr. Qian, were hosting that day, there would never be such a failure."

Wu Sangui thought this person was good, and he had a little idea of ​​loving talents. He didn't care about such a soldier, but one more person might be able to use it that day. But Zhao Liangdong suddenly said loudly: "The general is right! The general has always been suffering from few capable subordinates, and he really wants Li Ming to listen to it before the general."

Zhao Liangdong has not had as many talents as Wu Sangui. Relatively speaking, his love for talents is stronger. Zhao Liangdong smiled at Deng Ming and said, "Li Ming, you have no future in Sichuan. I will be the general to command the army to fight against the hypocrite Yongli soon. Just follow me and make some contributions."

The King of Pingxi smiled. Although Li Guoying was once his subordinate, he is now closer to Zhao Liangdong. He only heard him say, "Li Ming, you have good fortune. General Zhao respects you."

"This..." Deng Ming complained repeatedly. When Wu Sangui showed everyone the map he drew, he guessed that it was probably Wu Sangui who thought he was doing well, which was not a good thing. He should leave Kunming in a low-key manner without revealing flaws. If Zhao Liangdong took it as his subordinate, he would not be able to slip away. Sooner or later, his identity would be exposed when the Dongchuan military information came.

But Wu Sangui thought Deng Ming was worried about Li Guoying's reaction, so he took a lot of advice and said, "Then I will make the decision. Li Ming will give you two days off. The day after tomorrow, I will report to General Zhao. As for the governor of Sichuan and Shaanxi, I will write a letter and explain it clearly to him."

At this point, Deng Ming could not imagine it, so he could only thank Wu Sangui and Zhao Liangdong. Fortunately, Wu Sangui said he would give him two days off, and he planned to pretend to go out for a walk outside the city tomorrow, and then flee from Kunming without looking back. Thinking of this, Deng Ming thought about it and asked Zhao Liangdong for a waist card. Zhao Liangdong said indifferently: "You use the current one first, and when you come to report the day after tomorrow, I will give it to you again."

At this time, Wu Sangui asked Deng Ming: "Li Ming, why do you have a pen in your arms? What kind of pen is that?"

Deng Ming quickly replied: "I like painting, but it is not easy to use ink in the wild, so I made this charcoal pen. I usually put it in my arms and paint it with a stroke when I encounter a scenic figure."

As he said that, Deng Ming presented the charcoal pen. Wu Sangui looked at it and returned it to him, and smiled and said, "I heard that General Fei of Han (Zhang Fei) likes painting, and Li Ming should work hard."

"Abide by the order, I will never forget the general's teachings today, and take General Zhang as a model."

He was calm and calm, had a sense of courage, knew how to paint and even read books. When he mentioned General Fei of Han, he immediately knew that it was Zhang Fei's claim... Wu Sangui felt that Zhao Liangdong was a little disliked and took away a talent in front of him.

After Deng Ming captured Wu Sangui's displeasure, he didn't know that this was for Zhao Liangdong, and he was worried that he would point to him. Deng Ming just replied with malicious intentions: Zhang Fei's ambition was to restore the Han Dynasty. Deng Ming claimed that he wanted to use Zhang Fei as a model, and it seemed that he was echoing Wu Sangui, but he was ridiculing Wu Sangui in his heart.

Deng Ming was worried that Wu Sangui could hear his implicit voice, so he quickly said with pleasure: "I dare to ask for a painting for the Grand Marshal."

"It's so troublesome." Wu Sangui waved his hand to refuse. He knew that he had to sit upright on the chair when painting.

Deng Ming explained that his painting technique was unique, and when Wu Sangui talked and laughed with other generals, Deng Ming could also draw.

Deng Ming asked Wu Sangui's guard for a piece of paper, took a rectangular tray and turned it over to make a lining board, held the lining board and paper in his left hand, and held the charcoal pen in his right hand, and started to draw on the side of Wu Sangui's dining table. Wu Sangui drank and laughed with the generals, and ignored the unknown patriarchs next to him. The civil and military officials scattered on the dining table took turns to toasting Wu Sangui, scrambling to flatter him, Deng Ming ignored the people walking around, skillfully and quickly outlined them.

He buried his head in his paintings. The teacher repeatedly said in class that the main thing to draw a character is to draw feelings, impressions, and the temperament and mental outlook of the characters. In comparison, whether it looks very similar to the characters' facial features is secondary. In order to cater to Wu Sangui's psychology, Deng Ming not only needs to draw his heroic temperament, but also carefully describe his appearance characteristics. The portraits of traditional princes and generals are all like a full moon, with kind eyebrows and a fat and rich look, while Deng Ming is completely realistic.

“It was so well drawn.”

Hearing the voice of a person next to him, Deng Ming turned his head and found that several generals' personal guards were surrounded by him and looking at his portrait. Just now, the guard couldn't help but exclaim, and the onlookers began to talk.

Deng Ming, who was surprised, looked at the painting in his hand and felt cold sweat seeping out from his forehead. He originally wanted to curry favor with Wu Sangui, but he unknowingly did it too much again.

The noise attracted the attention of King Pingxi, and he turned his eyes: "Can you draw it?"

"Beizhi felt that using charcoal pen alone was not enough to show the majesty of the Grand Marshal. It would be best to collect some special earth and stones and make some colors." Deng Ming replied, wanting to find an excuse for himself to leave the city.

"Take it." Wu Sangui asked his personal guard to take away the painting from Deng Ming's hand and then spread it to the generals again. Everyone was surprised by this strange brushwork, regardless of whether they could understand it or not, they praised Wu Sangui's heroic power in the portrait. Rather than praise his painting skills, it was better to use it to flatter Wu Sangui. Wu Sangui laughed up and pointed at Deng Ming and asked, "What reward do you want?"

Deng Mingxin said that he had been traveling so hard to come to Kunming and was worried all the way. If he didn't take something from Wu Sangui, it would be too cheap.

Deng Ming immediately asked, "As a warrior, if the armor is not strong, his life will be difficult to protect; if the sword is not good, his achievements will be difficult to achieve. I dare to ask the commander to give him a sharp blade and a treasure armor."

Deng Ming and his guards' armor were indeed not very good. There were not many Qing army armors in Wen'anzhi, and most of them were of poor quality, so they could not pick out a few decent pictures. If it weren't for the poor quality of the armor, Liu Jinge might not have been injured when he was in Dongchuan Mansion.

"It's easy," amid the flattery, Wu Sangui, who was in a happy mood, wanted to agree to Deng Ming's request, but after looking at Zhao Liangdong, Wu Sangui changed his mind again: "You are General Zhao's subordinate, you can't ask for everything from me, right? Do you want armor or swords, you can only need one kind."

"Then... I want to get a treasure armor."

"Okay." Wu Sangui agreed: "Tomorrow you can go to the arsenal to pick one by yourself."

"There are seventeen subordinates in the humble position, and they don't even have cotton armor." Deng Mingshi spoke loudly. His entourage could be said to be a relative, so he naturally had to transfer to Yunnan with him. Taking advantage of Wu Sangui's mood and a little drunk, Deng Ming continued to ask for it.

"Well, you can choose for your subordinates, but don't use iron armor, you can only get one set of it." Wu Sangui didn't seem to be dizzy yet.

Deng Ming thanked him again and asked Zhao Liangdong if he could go to get the armor immediately. Because he had never had iron armor before, he was itchy. Zhao Liangdong laughed and told Wu Sangui that both of them were already seven or eight points drunk now, and he did not think deeply about his work. Wu Sangui called a personal guard and asked him to take the arrow and take Deng Ming to get the armor.

After leaving the Pingxi Palace, Deng Ming looked at the stars in the sky with his face. Before he knew it, an hour had passed. He thought to himself: "I will run away tomorrow morning. How can I pick up the armor tomorrow? I should get it immediately and leave quickly."

After Deng Ming left, Wu Sangui and Zhao Liangdong had the same question. With the talent shown by Mr. Baoning Qian in this hour, how could he be buried by Li Guoying? Zhao Liangdong planned to call Deng Ming to interrogate him tomorrow; and Wu Sangui had been with Li Guoying for some time, and the latter had been his subordinate for several years. In Wu Sangui's opinion, since Li Guoying did not promote Deng Ming, there must be some special reason. Wu Sangui also buried his doubts in his heart, planning to talk about it tomorrow - today he has shown too much attention in this soldier and has neglected his generals.

The guard who walked with Deng Ming this time was not the one who brought him to Kunming. After leaving the hall, Deng Ming said a lot of flattery to the guard, and the other party also answered politely. The guard just now stood at the door of the hall and saw Deng Ming's performance. According to his observation, Wu Sangui and Zhao Liangdong still admired Mr. Baoning Qian.

While there was no one around, Deng Ming took out the silver on his body and gave it to the guard: "Thank you for your hard work, I have to accompany me so late."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." The guard refused several times but failed to let it go, so he put away the silver. He thought that if Deng Ming took a good knife and a good sword, he would pretend that he hadn't seen it. The gift Deng Ming gave was a bit heavy. The guard weighed it in his heart and felt that a good knife was not worth so much money.

After walking for a while, the personal guard realized that he had just been talking and took the wrong path, and suddenly he stopped the horse: "Mr. Li Qian, we are going to the arsenal, it's not this way."

"Yes, wouldn't you go back to Beizhi's residence first?" Deng Ming replied: "The general just now agreed to me to get cotton armor with seventeen, and I can't take it back alone."

"Is this... the master's armor also going to be taken away tonight?" The guard was stunned when he heard this.

"Yes." Deng Ming saw that Wu Sangui's personal guard had hesitation on his face, so he retreated and advanced: "Or what if you go back to the royal palace and ask the general."

Of course, the guards would not go back to alarm Wu Sangui. He had already taken Deng Ming's money and he was not good at opposing it with a stern face. Besides, the other party would be Zhao Liangdong's future subordinate, and there might be a lot of dealing with him in the future. So he had to follow Deng Ming to the military station first. However, the guards were already very dissatisfied. He felt that he had been used, and it was too late. He must be selfless in a while and not let this kid take advantage of it. It was also because he felt that Deng Ming gave a little money. It would be too ignorant to want to do so many things by himself to give such a little money.

The guard was a little angry when he was waiting for Deng Ming outside the military station. A group of enthusiastic people rushed out of it. Zhou Kaihuang was the leader. He rushed over and kept shouting for a long time, and then laughed and said a lot of good things. Compared with Zhou Kaihuang, Li Xinghan was a little stupid, but he also surrounded him with others to compliment this guard with his ability. He became the prince's guard at a young age and his future prospects were limitless.

He was constantly praised by more than a dozen people around him. The original unhappiness of the guard gradually faded away. Deng Ming also came out, and he took a lot of silver from his luggage. The guard's last dissatisfaction also dissipated. It seemed that Deng Ming was not ignorant, but because he didn't bring enough money just now.

As the way from the military station to the arsenal, Deng Ming and the guards kept praising each other. The guards didn't even have the chance to speak humble words and were filled with a lot of soup. After the guards of the arsenal found out the waist card and ordered the arrows, the guards were already thinking: As long as Deng Ming and the others didn't do too much, they would take two more collars and three collars, and they would just pretend not to see them.

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