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Chapter 23

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    Gu Ming: "It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!"

    Feng Qu stood up in panic: "Did it hit your foot?"

    Gu Ming looked at him sadly: "If the young marshal doesn't care about his foot injury he will be just like an animal!" Oh yeah!  Finally, I cursed the word beast!

    Feng Qu pinched her nose: "I am a beast, who are you?"

    Gu Ming: ""

    Feng Qu sat on the head of the bed, stretched out his long arms to pick the person up in his arms and sat up straight: "Okay, can you talk now?"

    Gu Ming insisted on her opinion: "If I say it and the young marshal thinks it is feasible, he will agree to let me go to Mr. Gongxi's newspaper office!"

    Feng Qu: "Let's talk about it first. If the idea is really good, I can consider it."

    "Okay." Gu Ming is not a coy character. Besides, he can't insist too much on grabbing food from the tiger's mouth, otherwise all the bitten bones will be left behind: "Let's put it this way, there are many ways to flatter, such as roundabout flattery.  , such as contrasting praise, such as layer-by-layer praise, and then such as first suppressing and then increasing, etc." Don't have too many kinds of fancy flattery.

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    "What do you say?" Feng Qu became interested and his expression became serious.

    Gu Ming gave him an analogy: "Praise a person by directly praising how good he is every day. Over time, it will easily make people disgusted. But if you praise him in different ways, the effect will be different. For example, contrastive flattery will  I don¡¯t need to say anything more. I just need to list the lives of the people under the rule of Yucheng and Rongcheng. I heard that Marshal Cao and his son had strict governance, many taxation categories, and the people were miserable. On the other hand, the people of Rongcheng lived a peaceful and stable life, just as far as they were concerned.  Listing the taxes paid is enough to let the people of Rongcheng understand how comfortable life is under the rule of the Marshal."

    Speaking of which, Feng and his son did a good job in this regard. The people under their rule did not pay much in taxes, so that the market could prosper and the people could live a stable life.

    Feng Qu seemed to recognize the little girl in front of him for the first time. He held her shoulders and looked at her carefully - she was still the same little girl, her appearance had not changed, but when she talked about these things, her eyes shone with a gleaming look, and she said no.  Out of cunning.

    Could it be that her previous obedience was just an act?

    Feng Qu was thoughtful: "What about flattery that suppresses first and then raises it?"

    Gu Ming said with excitement: "This is easier to understand. First criticize the commander or the young commander for something he didn't do well, and then find out that the criticism was wrong, and then publicly apologize. This is more effective than praise.  It¡¯s even better. Of course, it should be done very naturally. If it¡¯s too rigid, it would be a bit embarrassing. If you don¡¯t master it in one step, the effect will be even worse.¡±

    She tilted her head and thought about it: "For example, other places have been commenting on the young commander's killing of Sun Yong recently. Rongcheng Daily can quote the original text of the abuse and criticism of the young commander from newspapers in various places, and wait until everyone feels that the young commander is murderous and disgusting.  , and then report all the murders that Sun Yong has accumulated over the years. If it can be matched with the miserable conditions of the people in the two cities under his rule, then it will be judged. Anyone who is not a fool will know that Sun Yong and his remnants must be killed.  ."

    Feng Qu's eyes were as deep as the vast starry sky, and he stared at her quietly, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart. Gu Ming's scalp was numb as he stared straight at her, and he even stammered: "Idid I say something wrong?  "

    "Where did you hear that I killed Sun Yong and his remnants and was reviled?"

    There is no need for Gu Ming to inquire about this matter. In the Young Marshal's Mansion, Feng Qu's confidants are everywhere, and there are many voices complaining about him. From Lin Ma to Adjutant Tang and other personal guards, she comes in and out  There is always an ear to hear, and Wang Yiyi is an enlightened professor, and the Women's Normal School is not a place to close one's ears and listen. Some newspapers from all over the country will flow in.

    But the same thing, said in another way, has different effects.

    After Gu Mingcai told Feng Qu about the fancy flattery, he couldn't help but show off his skills: "Young Marshal is my god, I want to know everything about Young Marshal." She told him tactfully that she cared about him with all her heart.

    Feng Qu¡¯s voice was hoarse: ¡°Aren¡¯t you afraid when you hear that I kill people like crazy?¡±

    At this time, of course, even if she was afraid, she could not retreat. She clung to Feng Qu even more closely, with unspeakable fear in her voice: "I'm just afraid of losing the young commander!" She wrapped her arms around his thin waist.  , ears close to his chest, with a completely dependent posture: "The people of Rongcheng cannot lose the young commander!"

    In troubled times, not only the lives of the common people are at stake, but also those in power are in danger, being carried along by the torrent of the times and moving forward involuntarily.

    Feng Qu lowered his head and kissed the black hair on the top of her head lovingly. He relaxed completely, hugged her and closed his eyes.God, I don¡¯t know what I¡¯m thinking.

    After a half-day of ups and downs, Gu Ming felt like she was wandering around on the edge of life and death and then swam back. She leaned into Feng Qu's warm arms and fell asleep unknowingly.

    The person in his arms was breathing steadily and sleeping soundly. Feng Qu gently put her back on the pillow, covered her with a quilt, opened the door and went out.

    When I got to the study downstairs, after closing the door, I quickly opened a blue book, found the phone number of the "Endeavor" newspaper, and dialed it.

    The other party answered the call very quickly. When Feng Qu said he was looking for Gong Xiyuan, the person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment and said, "I'm Gong Xiyuan."

    "I am Feng Qu."

    Feng Qu didn¡¯t talk nonsense and got straight to the point: ¡°What do you want Mr. Gongxi to do with Gu Ming today?¡±

    After Gong Xiyuan returned, the image of Gu Ming's pale and frightened face when he saw Marshal Feng kept appearing in his mind. He also recalled Master Rongcheng's sharp and sophisticated writing style, criticizing the shortcomings of women's weakness. It was as if he could see through her tough writing.  Knowing her weakness and reluctance, I couldn't help but feel sorry for what happened to her.

    " It is said that Marshal Feng is iron-blooded, strict in running the army, and murders people like crazy. He does not look like an enlightened person. The thoughts of Young Master Rongcheng may be treasonous in his eyes.

    Gong Xiyuan thought about it and finally said: "Professor Wang recommended Miss Gu to me and wanted to ask her to work in the newspaper office after graduation. I just didn't know that she was the Young Marshal's concubine. But now is the new era, even if the Young Marshal is  My handsome concubine can¡¯t stop her from going out to work, right?¡±

    There was a "click" from the other side and the phone was hung up.

    Gong Xiyuan was stunned for a moment and also hung up the receiver.

    In the young marshal's study, when Tang Ping came in, the smoke from the cigar in Feng Qu's hand was curling up. The cigar smoker didn't know where his mind was wandering. With the cigar in his hand burning, his tall body sank into the leather chair, his head  She leaned back on the chair, her determined brows relaxed, and she turned her head when she heard the sound of him pushing the door open, her eyes still looking a little dazed.

    But he soon woke up, and his expression returned to his usual cold and tough expression: "What's the matter?"

    Tang Ping gritted his teeth and reported: "Just now, Miss Yin called downstairs again and said that she hoped that the young marshal would accompany her to attend the charity dinner. She also said" He said the rest under Feng Qu's cold eyes: "  Miss Yin also said that if the young marshal is still hiding at home due to the overwhelming scolding outside, people will only think that the young marshal is guilty! The more fierce the scolding, the more the young marshal will appear in public."

    "Oh." Feng Qu kept his eyebrows unchanged, put the cigar in the ashtray, and stood up: "Go and prepare the car."

    When Tang Ping turned around to go out, he asked again: "Send someone to check on Professor Wang Yiyi from my concubine's school, and also check on Gong Xiyuan."

    "Young Marshal, what specific aspects do you want to investigate?"

    "Check everything, check carefully."

    Tang Ping came out of the study and murmured in his heart: Is there really a wild man outside?

    He shuddered. With the young marshal¡¯s character, he simply couldn¡¯t imagine the tragic result.

    Gu Ming heard the sound of a car in her sleep, and wondered vaguely, was Feng Qu on official business again?

    But as long as Feng Qu didn't draw his gun at her, everything else would be easy.  He goes wherever he likes and looks for whoever he likes. It would be better if he meets true love and letting her go would be even more perfect.

    Meimei had a good sleep, and it was already seven or eight o'clock in the evening. She went downstairs to have dinner, but Lin's mother stopped talking.

    Gu Ming was in a good mood as she drank the delicious chicken soup: "Mama Lin, just tell me if you have anything to do."

    Seeing that there were no other servants in the restaurant, Mother Lin whispered, "Auntie, why don't you ask the young commander what he's doing?"

    Gu Ming immediately guessed: "Are you going with Miss Yin?"

    ¡°If she is busy with military affairs, Mother Lin doesn¡¯t have to look like the sky is falling.

    Mother Lin was worried: "The young marshal was very angry when he came back. Tang Ping said that my concubine has another man outside. You can't be confused. Our young marshal has a bit of a bad temper, but he has nothing to say to others. As long as his concubine follows  Young Marshal, please take good care of me and make sure you live a comfortable life. The men outside are not blind. If my wife is so kind, there will definitely be bad men who have their thoughts. But my wife, you can't be biased."

    Gu Ming laughed: "Mama Lin, you think I'm very good?"

    Mother Lin: "What's wrong with you? You are good-tempered, kind, and smart, and you can be a young lady. It's just" I had a bad fate. I met an unscrupulous father who sold his daughter for glory.

    Gu Ming has never felt that she was so good, and said sincerely: "Thank you, Mother Lin." (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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