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Chapter 92
The emperor was very grateful for this, because after the British prince had done his job, the other generals looked at him and couldn't say anything more, so he honestly left his family in the capital and led the troops outside alone.

As a result, the emperor felt guilty about his childhood self, calling him into the palace to take care of him from time to time, treating him like a parent and child. Otherwise, at the beginning of the story, Li Xiaoji would not have dared to be so presumptuous.

Those who are favored have nothing to fear!
Today's emperor has firmly secured the throne and is in control of the power. He no longer needs to worry about anything, and he has a friendship with the British public to live and die together.

Thinking that if Li Xiaoji can really experience it and inherit everything from the Duke of England, he can ensure the stability of the inheritance in northern Xinjiang without any accidents, so he bestows the grace of the Duke of England and his son to stay here.

Employers are not suspicious, and the emperor is confident that he knows people. The British Duke is worthy of his trust, so he will not be suspicious, and he has to grasp something to be at ease.

The trust of the emperor was a great encouragement to the loyal British Duke. When he rode to the northern border, he couldn't help but be happy.

Li Xiaoji, who was going to follow him on horseback, fell apart within a day and had to travel in a carriage. After being laughed at by the British Duke for a while, he was depressed and angry in the carriage.

Hearing the old man's laughter, he lost his anger again, lifted the curtain, and peeked furtively.

Looking at the back of the prime minister of England walking against the wind, the corners of Li Xiaoji's mouth curled up slightly. The demeanor of a battle-tested veteran alone can make people trust him.

Thinking of the plot where the original body was mad at the Duke of England, I couldn't help but feel a little bit emotional, the world is unfair, some people discard what others can't ask for.

If he had a father like the Duke of England, perhaps there would not be a piece of emptiness in his heart until now, which would swallow him up completely at some point.

Shaking his head, Li Xiaoji retreated into the carriage, continued to drink tea and read books, trying to enjoy the peace now, when he arrived in northern Xinjiang, let alone drink tea and read books, he didn't even have time to be respectful.

The treacherous minister looked on from the side, feeling a little bitter, and said, "You are also a great general, why do you admire the Duke of England, but bully me so hard?"

"Bitch, what's this called bullying? It's called beating or scolding or love. If you are close to you, you will tease you. If the relationship is not good, I don't even bother to look at it!"

As Li Xiaoji said, he took a plate of desserts on the table to the treacherous minister system, looking at the delicately shaped desserts that should taste good, the treacherous minister system was speechless.

When the northern side learned that their general was recovering from his injuries and was on his way back, he couldn't help but be very excited. He made preparations early, just to give the general the feeling of going home.

But when they knew that the idiot son who was incapable of writing and martial arts was also coming, everyone couldn't help but feel worried. Didn't this little ancestor come to make trouble?
The three adoptive sons adopted by the Duke of England in northern Xinjiang are even more complicated, and they don't know what attitude to use to treat Li Xiaoji, a serious but not serious heir.

The three adoptive sons did not take the surname of the British public, because they were all blood left by the veterans who died in the battle. The British public adopted them only to take better care of the offspring of former comrades-in-arms.

For the sake of family inheritance and to ensure that his comrades-in-arms continue to live forever, the Duke of England kept the original names of the three adoptive sons, and asked them to always remember who the blood on their bodies came from and whose dignity they should maintain.

Even so, compared with the lack of talent and morality of the eldest son who is far away in the capital, the people in Beijiang recognize the identities of the three foster sons, and feel that one of them will inherit everything from the Duke of England in the future.

After all, the army never cares about blood relationship, only about strength, if one has no ability to make soldiers surrender, then he is not worthy of being contaminated by the glory of his predecessors.

The capital pays attention to the bloodlines, and doesn't pay much attention to the three adoptive sons. Looking at the waste of the British prince, he basically thinks that the inheritance of the British prince is broken, and there is no big threat.

Only the emperor had a glimmer of hope. The tiger father has no dogs. Perhaps standing under the vast sky of northern Xinjiang will inspire Li Xiaoji's endless potential, just like Li Xu back then.

With such a background, when Li Xiaoji arrives, the situation in northern Xinjiang will definitely change. There will be a good show between the three adopted sons and him. It just depends on who has the best ability and can win in the end.

In Beijiang, the General's Mansion, in the garden pavilion in the front yard, three boys of different shapes and looks sat down separately, with tea and snacks on the stone table in front of them.

"Hmph, so what if he's the only heir of the adoptive father? If he's just an idiot with gold and jade on the outside, he will still be trampled underfoot."

Wang Mang, the most impulsive among the three adopted sons, snorted coldly, clenched his fists and said viciously.

Wang Mang was tall and tall, with fierce eyebrows and eyes, and he appeared to be much more mature than his peers. From a distance, he looked like an angry black bear. A single punch could smash a person's sky.

Zhu Ziyun, who was sitting obliquely to Wang Mang's side, had delicate features and slender eyes. When he smiled, he looked like a fox hiding in the snow and snickering. He was thin and his limbs were perfectly proportioned.

Seeing that Wang Mang was furious, as if Li Xiaoji could beat him up as soon as he came, Zhu Ziyun with a calm personality could not help but persuade: "Don't act impulsively, so as not to hurt the heart of the foster father."

Ge Shangyan, who was sitting opposite Zhu Ziyun, nodded and said: "A Yun is right, you don't look at the face of the monk but at the face of the Buddha, at least he is the son of the adoptive father, no matter how unbearable he is, he has to give him some face."

Ge Shangyan inherited his mother's high nose bridge and blue eyes, and his father's thick black hair, dark and strong physique, and looks like a young man full of wild beauty.

In addition, he likes to wear high braids and wears silver earrings on his right ear, which can attract people's attention wherever he goes, just because his personal image is too distinctive.

Hearing Zhu Ziyun and Ge Shangyan's words, Wang Mang couldn't help but feel discouraged, "Okay, okay, I'll treat him politely to the head office, shall I?"

Seeing Wang Mang's dejection, Zhu Ziyun and Ge Shangyan looked at each other and smiled. He didn't know when he could change his temperament, it was always windy and rainy, so it was difficult for his foster father to entrust him with important tasks.

Thinking of something, Zhu Ziyun got up suddenly, put his hands behind his back, and said: "Speaking of which, the three of us brothers are a little sorry for the prince."

"The adoptive father has been stationed in northern Xinjiang all year round. He spends more time with us than with the adoptive mother and the elder son. The elder son was assassinated not long after he was born. He was so frightened that he almost couldn't be saved."

"Therefore, the adoptive father feels very indebted to the eldest son, and it is rare to have time to go back. Naturally, he can only pamper and protect him. How dare he be really strict?"

"When the adoptive mother died of illness, the guilt in the adoptive father's heart was even deeper. It's not that he never thought about teaching the elder son ruthlessly, but in the end he couldn't give up, so he had to settle for the next best thing. I just wish him a safe and happy life."

Before the words fell, both Wang Mang and Ge Shangyan's expressions changed, because what Zhu Ziyun said was good.

The parents of the three of them died, but thanks to the support of their adoptive father, the eldest son has a father and a mother, but his mother died early, and his father was away. Even though His Majesty loves him, he cannot be accompanied by his relatives after all.

How can he bear this lack at such a young age? He should be more coquettish, and he should not be too harsh. Once he is picky, it is easy to have other thoughts.

It is unacceptable to have a different heart for a lifetime, no matter how difficult it is to control, until it develops to the end, it will only devour one's own heart, hurt the foster father, and disappoint the foster mother. Such a scene is unacceptable.

"So, no matter what the son's character is, no matter how many different voices there are outside, the three of us brothers must stick to our hearts, and we must not have delusional thoughts, and we must not have unreasonable thoughts, understand?"

When Zhu Ziyun said this, his eyes turned hard, and his eyes moved back and forth on the faces of Wang Mang and Ge Shangyan. The two looked at each other and nodded solemnly.

　Still a manuscript box~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)