My Promotion Story Through Time Travel

Chapter 229 Dongshan

What's wrong?

When it's useful, it's useful; when it's not, it's worthless!

You can bring it when you need it, but if you don't need it, a few more heads will be enough to chop off. Even the weather in May doesn't change that much!

As the tall man approached the Wuling Hongguang, Lin Ziping gently whistled.

Suddenly, the Wuling Hongguang kicked backward violently.

Lin Ziping shoved the tall man away with such force that he fell to the ground.

The Wuling Hongguang took this opportunity to speed away.

"Sir, are you alright?" Lin Ziping asked anxiously, giving Fan Ji and the others a meaningful look.

Tang Jiawei was the first to react and anxiously asked, "Sir, are you alright?"

“That beast is ignorant. Sir, you won’t stoop to its level, will you?” Lin Ziping said. “It’s a pity it ran too fast, otherwise I would have taught it a lesson.”

The tall man stood up, shoved Lin Ziping and Tang Jiawei aside, and pointed at them, saying, "You...you guys are really something! It's a waste of your talents to stay with Luo Zijian!"

"My lord, spare my life! That beast was truly ignorant!" Lin Ziping cried out. "Old Fan, kneel down and spare that beast!"

"You just wait!" The middle-aged man flung his sleeves and left.

The other six people seemed oblivious to the farce, preoccupied with examining the tiger's carcass. After the tall man left, they dragged the tiger away.

Seeing the person leave, Fan Ji sighed softly, "Why bother showing off now?"

Pu Santong said in a deep, muffled voice, "I've dragged everyone into this."

Lin Ziping patted Fan Ji on the shoulder: "Old Fan, take it easy. We either live or we die. Living is good, of course, but if we don't live, thinking about how we'll suffer this humiliation before we die, that's what it means to die in peace! Old Wu, Xiao Wei, what do you think?"

Tang Jiawei said, "I can't stand that person either!"

Wu Xudong nodded reservedly.

"Now that things have come to this, let's think about what to do next. Are we really going to kneel in His Majesty's tent?" Lin Ziping said.

Fan Ji and the others once again wore worried expressions, lowering their eyes and remaining silent.

Frustrated, Wu Xudong kicked away the pebble under his feet.

Tang Jiawei coughed twice: "We have no power or influence..."

Fan Ji looked around at everyone and then focused his gaze on Lin Ziping: "Lin Ziping, why don't you go and ask Zhou Chaofeng?"

Before Lin Ziping could speak, Wu Xudong said, "I'm afraid it's impossible to find him. This is a matter that His Majesty the Emperor is personally involved in. No one would bother His Majesty for such a trivial matter."

"So we're just going to sit here and wait to die?" Tang Jiawei asked.

The atmosphere instantly turned somber.

Seeing this, Lin Ziping stamped his foot and said, "What is meant to be will be. No one is coming to arrest us now. Speculating like this is just scaring ourselves. I'm hungry and I'm going to find something to eat. Are you coming with me?"

Seeing that no one responded, Lin Ziping left on his own.

After walking a few steps, Tang Jiawei caught up, followed by Wu Xudong.

“What good seasonings do you have there? I found some really sour fruit in the mountains, you can try it,” Fan Ji said as he caught up with them.

The group turned their attention to Pu Santong, who had come with Fan Ji.

"I...I have honey," Pu Santong stammered. "And...I can also cut meat!"

"Use Xiao Wei's tinplate to cut it?" Lin Ziping laughed, then suddenly slapped his forehead and cried out, "Ah! My dagger!"

Pu Santong: "I saw it on that tiger just now, didn't you take it?"

"No, I thought I would pay it back, but who knew..." Lin Ziping said regretfully.

"Did you use this dagger when you took Luo Zijian hostage last time?" Fan Ji asked. "It doesn't look like an ordinary dagger."

Lin Ziping nodded: "Yes, my dagger is very nice, and there's a shiny stone on the hilt."

He then waved his hand weakly and said, "Forget it, it's still uncertain whether we can go back now. If we can go back, we can try again."

"You always carry this dagger with you?" Tang Jiawei asked suspiciously. "Then why didn't you take it out when you were cutting the chicken last time? Brother Pu used my metal plate to cut it."

Lin Ziping put his arm around Tang Jiawei's shoulder: "You don't know, do you? My dagger is not only good-looking, but it's also been sharpened and touched with blood. It's also coated with a deadly poison that will kill on contact with blood. If you use it to cut chicken, I'm afraid you won't dare to eat it!"

Tang Jiawei rolled his eyes at Lin Ziping: "Do you think I'd believe that?"

"I'm serious, that dagger has actually seen blood!" Lin Ziping emphasized, his eyes wide, before looking at the others.

Fan Ji and the others nodded perfunctorily.

……

Nobody believes the truth anymore!

Lin Ziping rolled his eyes a few times and stopped talking.

The group joked and teased each other about the dagger, which dissipated the previously subdued atmosphere.

After a hearty meal in the mountains, the group returned to their camp as the sun set.

Lin Ziping sensed something was off as soon as he stepped inside; it was too quiet.

Although everyone is busy with their own things on weekdays, there are whispers and busy figures passing by from time to time.

Not far away, the emperor's and ministers' camps were brightly lit and bustling with activity, which made Lin Ziping and his group's place seem cold and deserted in comparison.

"Be careful," Fan Ji whispered a warning.

The group carefully entered the camp.

"I'm back."

It was the man named Dongshan next to the emperor, who was playing with an iron needle in his hand.

Looking around, he saw eunuchs, palace maids, and guards kneeling on the ground in a huge crowd.

Fan Ji clasped his hands in greeting and said, "Greetings, Your Excellency!"

The others followed suit and bowed as well.

“The main character is back. Yan Shu, tell the rest of you to disperse,” Dongshan said.

"Yes, Godfather." A young man emerged from the shadows behind Dongshan and bowed respectfully in response.

Yan Shu?

Isn't this the eunuch from Shenxing Palace who brought food to Ruian?

Is Dongshan the godfather of Yan Shu that Ruian mentioned?!

Are Dongshan and Ruian on the same side?!

Lin Ziping maintained the gesture of clasped hands in greeting, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts.

"Who is Lin Ziping?" Dongshan's voice came.

Fan Ji kicked a pebble at his feet, which happened to hit Lin Ziping's leg.

Lin Ziping quickly took a small step forward, bowed, and clasped his hands in greeting, saying, "My lord, this humble servant is Lin Ziping."

"It's fine if you act like this in front of me, but you must not be so relaxed in front of important people." As he spoke, Dongshan flicked his hand and shot the iron needle in his hand over.

In a flash, Lin Ziping knelt down with a thud, dodging the incoming iron needles.

He straightened up, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Thank you for your guidance, sir!"

"You reacted pretty quickly. Come with me." Dongshan walked past Lin Ziping with his hands behind his back.

"Yes," Lin Ziping replied.

He stood up unsteadily, supporting himself on his legs.

I knelt down too hard just now, and there must have been a stone on the ground. My knee hurts so much.

"Please wait, sir! The five of us are a group, and we should all be punished for such a mistake!" Fan Ji said.

“Let’s all be punished!” Pu Santong, Tang Jiawei, and Wu Xudong said in unison.

Dongshan stopped and turned to look at the group.

"Snapped--"

Yan Shu stepped forward and slapped Fan Ji across the face: "How dare you question the orders of the lord?!"

The force was so great that blood seeped from the corner of Fan Ji's mouth.

"This humble servant dares not!" Fan Ji said, bowing with clasped hands.

Dongshan glanced at Fan Ji: "You just don't dare? What about you?"