The arrival of the messenger from the Northern Court, like a float bobbing on water, was pushed down before it could rise, without splashing a drop of water.
The meaning in between was self-evident.
With the clouds light and the breeze mild, it was a great save of face!
The Holy Emperor was pleased; would the awards be sparing at the next festival?
People outside all say, "Carrying a spear to the frontier is incomparable to the Feathered Forest Army," but only those inside know their own matters. It is really not easy to establish merit within the Feathered Forest Army, battling mosquitoes in summer, frost and snow in winter. Without connections, without entering a Grandmaster, all relied on hard-earned experience.
Perhaps before the experience accrued, one's own father might pass away first, leaving only a superficially glittering title to inherit.
Meng Qiang sought Liang Qu at night with two aims.
