The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1569 - 759 Triumphant! (2 updates)_4

Gu Jiao: "?! "

Gu Jiao said without changing her expression, "That doesn’t count, let’s do it again, I’ll be the attacker. I’ll adopt the suggestion to burn the provisions!"

Gu Changqing said, "I’ve already dug traps, allowing your five hundred elite soldiers to enter but not return, and disguised as your soldiers, we took advantage of the night to burn your supply line."

Gu Jiao: "..."

...

Inside a certain barracks tent.

Han Lei and Grandpa Han sat on the floor.

A table laden with lavish dishes was set before the two men, but Grandpa Han didn’t eat meat, so although the table seemed abundant, in reality, it was all vegetarian.

Han Lei said, "Military strategy is your forte, so there shouldn’t be any problem with the sand table simulation this afternoon, right?"

Grandpa Han slowly picked up two grains of white rice, "Which round had a problem?"

Han Lei laughed heartily, "Exactly! My fifth brother is super smart, brilliant in both literary and martial arts, no round can stump you! His Majesty thinks he can use this kind of method to make our Han Family hand over the Hei Fengqi, he really underestimates the Han Family!"

Grandpa Han quietly ate without speaking.

Han Lei sighed, "Fifth brother, if it weren’t for the poisoning back then, the position of family head should have been yours."

Grandpa Han picked up a piece of green vegetable and said, "Big brother is the legitimate eldest son."

Han Lei looked at him, "Father had intended for you to be the family head."

Grandpa Han said indifferently, "I’m not interested in the position of family head."

Han Lei smiled, "That’s also true, you have things you like."

As he spoke, he thought of something and furrowed his brows slightly, "That Xiao Liulang is full of tricks, we must not let him make it to the final round."

Grandpa Han’s icy gaze turned toward Han Lei, "Is big brother worried that my Black Demon Horse can’t outrun the Old Hei Feng King?"

Han Lei smiled awkwardly, "Big brother didn’t mean that, eat! Eat!"

Grandpa Han took a half bite of the green vegetable, "If I face Xiao Liulang this afternoon, I will knock him out of the competition."

Two hours passed.

The stable.

Gu Jiao was eating dried meat and snacks while listening to Gu Changqing.

Gu Changqing, driven to desperation, had to hastily teach Gu Jiao quite a bit about military strategy.

He spoke until his throat was almost smoking, "... Did you remember all that?"

Gu Jiao’s cheeks were puffed out, and her mouth was busy, "... Mhm."

Gu Changqing wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, "If you really did remember, as long as you don’t face Daoist Qingchen or Grandpa Han, you should be able to cope."

Gu Jiao let out a burp, "Hmm."

Gu Changqing said, "Alright, time’s up, let’s go."

Gu Jiao stood up.

Gu Changqing took every last moment to test her knowledge, "If there’s another situation with heavy fog, how should you fight?"

Gu Jiao, "Empty City Strategy?"

Gu Changqing’s face twitched, "..."

The sand table simulation was held in a large tent, and the lots were drawn here as well.

Numbers from one to five were in pairs, with only number six being a single.

"Number six, number six, number six, number six..." A young master from the Nangong Family silently repeated number six a hundred times, drew a lot, and saw, "Number one!"

He sighed in disappointment, "Who’s the other number one?"

"Oh, it’s me." The Daoist priest said politely.

The young master from the Nangong Family rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot—

Gu Changqing and the legitimate son of the Dong Family drew number three.

Mu Qingchen and his cousin from the Mu Family drew number four together.

Mu Qingchen was just having one of those days where it wasn’t his battles against the Wang Family; it was his own, all family.

Grandpa Han drew number one.

With only Gu Jiao and the legitimate son of the Feng Family left to draw.

The two remaining numbers in the box were one and six.

All eyes fell on the two of them.

Among them, one person was going to be incredibly unlucky, and the other incredibly lucky.

A few of the cavalrymen off to the side didn’t know whether to be relieved they drew other people early and didn’t have to face Grandpa Han, or whether to be annoyed they didn’t wait patiently until the end for a chance to advance directly.

The legitimate son of the Feng Family suddenly grew nervous, "You first, or should I?"

"Whatever, I’m fine with either," Gu Jiao said.

The legitimate son of the Feng Family gritted his teeth, "Then... I’ll go first."

"Sure." Gu Jiao lifted her hand, gesturing for him to proceed.

The legitimate son of the Feng Family reached toward the box, but just as he neared the opening, he suddenly drew back his hand, "Wait! Let’s wait!"

"Hmm?" Gu Jiao looked at him oddly.

The son of the Feng Family took a deep breath, "You go first!"

"Oh." Gu Jiao reached out her hand.

The son of the Feng Family’s eyes widened, "Hold on! I’ll go first!"

Gu Jiao, now slightly annoyed, slammed her fist on his head, flattening him on the table, "Are you drawing or not!"

The Feng Family disciple, incapacitated from the hit, stretched out his hand sadly into the box, pulled out a wooden tile engraved with a number.

With only one tile left in the box, Gu Jiao didn’t need to draw it herself and directly asked the legitimate son of the Feng Family, "What’s your number?"

All eyes were on the wooden tile clenched tightly by the legitimate son of the Feng Family.

He closed his eyes, "I, I, I... I’m scared to look."

"Give it to me," Gu Jiao said.

The son of the Feng Family, "You better not switch it..."

Gu Jiao, "Then look at it yourself."

The son of the Feng Family, "You, you look at it for me."

"I’ll look for you."

Grandpa Han casually walked over, his slender fingertips pinching the wooden tile from the son of the Feng Family.

The legitimately nervous son of the Feng Family opened his eyes to look at him.

Grandpa Han gave him a gesture to let go, scaring him into releasing his grip.

Grandpa Han, holding the wooden tile, looked at Gu Jiao with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, "Xiao Liulang, how do you think your luck is?"

Gu Changqing’s gaze intensified, praying it wasn’t number one...

"My name is cursed; my luck has always been pretty bad. I can choke on water and never escape the rain. I can trip walking down the road... No calamity you can’t think of, no disaster I haven’t met."

After finishing her honest answer, Gu Jiao drew the wooden tile from the box, glanced at it, and sighed softly, "As expected."

"Ha!" Grandpa Han couldn’t help but let out a proud and playful laugh.

Gu Jiao laughed too, "Even the heavens can’t stand it any longer... they’ve turned my luck around."

With a flick of her fingertip, she revealed the wooden tile.

Number six!

Grandpa Han’s smile froze.

Examiner, "Xiao Liulang, advanced!"