Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

Yuchi Baoqi slept until three o'clock in the morning before getting up. When he walked out of the room, he saw Cheng Chumo still squatting by the pool, studying why the pointed-bottomed boat did not capsize.

"Are you crazy? You stayed up all night and stared at the ship? Seriously, if you really want to understand it, go to Zhuangzi and study for a month, and you'll almost understand it." Yuchi Baoqi patted Cheng Chumo's shoulder.

Cheng Chumo turned around and looked at Yuchi Baoqi with bloodshot eyes: "Brother Bao, isn't this really some kind of magic? I've been thinking about it all night and still can't figure it out!"

Yuchi Baoqi looked at Cheng Chumo with a sympathetic expression: "Good boy, go to bed. When you wake up tomorrow, go to Zhuangshang School to sign up for a class. The magic spells have come out. Do you think I look like a monster? Okay, I'm ready to go We’re going to Luoyang, you should rest quickly.”

After leaving Su Guogong's residence, Yuchi Baoqi planned to go back to his own residence to see if his father was okay.

Yuchi Baoqi hid at the corner of the street and saw his mother and Li Lizhi leaving the house chatting and laughing. They were probably going out for shopping. Judging from my mother's state, it seemed that there was nothing serious about his father.

Yuchi Baoqi waited for the two of them to leave completely, then touched the house.

"Xiaobao, why are you back? Your mother just left. If you come back this time, you will be in trouble." Butler Su pulled Yuchi Baoqi and whispered with a black eye socket.

"Uncle, why are you injured? Did my mother beat you?" Yuchi Baoqi looked at Butler Su's eyes, a little surprised.

"No, no, no, no. I bumped into it myself. Ye Hei tripped and fell. It's okay." Steward Su spoke evasively, not wanting to tell his nephew the truth.

Yuchi Jingde took a cup of ginseng tea and walked out. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was Yuchi Baoqi and Butler Su talking.

"Dad, are you okay?" Yuchi Baoqi looked at his father's sunken eye sockets, his legs were still shaking, and his whole person was bloodless.

Yuchi Jingde did not reply immediately but took a sip of the ginseng tea in his hand and said lightly: "Oh, woman. Take it!" His voice was also extremely hoarse.

Yuchi Baoqi jumped back a step, stretched out his thumb and said to his father: "Since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by beauty, and only the exhausted cows have not plowed the land. Come on, dad, I hope you can give me a little brother to play with in the next year. Haha!"

"Little bastard, stop here..." Yuchi Jingde took steps like he had a cerebral thrombosis and wanted to run over and beat the little bastard to death, but was supported by Butler Su.

"Brother-in-law, brother-in-law. Forget it, really forget it." Butler Su quickly advised, "You didn't mess with Yuchi Baoqi. What's the matter if you took the blame first?"

Yuchi Baoqi continued to seek death: "Come on, Dad, my son is going to Luoyang to build ships. I hope that when my son comes back, you won't be sucked into sex."

After Yuchi Baoqi finished speaking, he ran away quickly. After handing the component diagram of the steam turbine to the craftsmen at Zhuangzi, he immediately set off for Luoyang.

"Master, we are going to Luoyang. Although the cement road is accessible, there are still some wild bandits in the mountains and forests who may rob us. Are we going alone as master and servant?" The coachman was a little worried about the safety of this trip.

Yuchi Baoqi seemed to have never had a long conversation with this one-armed coachman since he was a child, so he spoke.

"Let's not talk about this for now. Master, I seem to have never had a serious conversation with you in so many years. I'm a little curious about what's going on with your arm."

The coachman was silent for a while: "It's an old story, so don't mention it."

Yuchi Baoqi, on the other hand, was a little reluctant: "Let's do it, confession bureau. You tell me, and I'll tell you a big secret when it's all over."

The coachman whipped his horse whip: "I lost it when I was fighting with the master. There was nothing we could do. At that time, the five thousand Xuanjia army had no chance to charge, so those of us who were following the master stayed behind to buy time."

Yuchi Baoqi whispered: "Dou Jiande?"

The groom smiled and said, "Young master, you also know? I chopped down sixteen of them, and when I was exhausted, someone locked my arms. After I stabbed the man through, the man still didn't let go, and his left arm was locked. It was Dou Jiande's infantry again. As soon as I gritted my teeth, I cut off my left arm and the man's hand, and continued to kill the enemy."

Yuchi Baoqi was horrified when he heard this: "If you chop him, you will die. If you don't chop him, you will die immediately. There is really nothing you can do with the enemy's remains."

"My master won the battle. His Majesty won the battle. He dispersed Dou Jiande's army of one hundred thousand soldiers. He dug me out of the pile of corpses with his own hands. I was lucky enough to save my life."

Yuchi Baoqi didn't speak, just listened.

"I regretted it when I thought about it in the future. If I hadn't cut off my arm, I would still be alive. I could follow the young master to fight against Tubo and Tuyuhun, and maybe I could go with him to fight against Goguryeo."

Yuchi Baoqi was a little confused: "You are still old without losing your arm, right? You may not be selected by the Tianwei Army."

The coachman smiled: "Master, do you know how old I was when I fought with Dou Jiande? I was only three years old, and I am only twenty-eight years old now. Master, I have finished telling my story. Master's secret ?”

Yuchi Baoqi said with emotion: "Stop the car, there is no one in this wilderness, just for you to see."

Then Yuchi Baoqi summoned the three thousand loyal sergeants from the void, and they appeared out of thin air on the side of the road. They had no weapons with them, and they could tell that their military appearance was strong.

The carriage driver was startled by the sudden appearance of the three thousand soldiers. He instantly pulled Yuchi Baoqi out of the carriage, pulled out his long knife and held it in front of Yuchi Baoqi.

"Master! Let's go quickly. We'll be surrounded soon and we won't be able to escape. I'll cut off the queen. Come! I'm clear about this matter. I used to cut off the queen for the master, but now I'm doing it for the young master. Let's go!" The coachman didn't look at Yuchi Baoqi. Staring at the neatly lined up three thousand sergeants.

Yuchi Baoqi tried to pull the groom's knife away from behind. Unexpectedly, this seemingly thin body held the knife tightly and did not move at all.

"Don't be afraid, these are the young master's soldiers." Yuchi Baoqi patted his shoulder, hoping to relieve his nervousness.

"How could it be that the young master is your soldier? The two of us traveled in carriages. These three thousand sergeants appeared out of thin air, unless the young master is a god." The carriage driver still maintained his posture, ready to go up and fight at any time.

"Come here! What do you call me?" Yuchi Baoqi ordered a sergeant to come over.

"Number 01, I have met the general!" Then he knelt down on one knee, put his right hand on his chest and saluted.

"Take the people behind the carriage and go off-road in concealment." Yuchi Baoqi gave the order.

The coachman looked astonished. Is this really the young master's soldier? Is it possible that the young master is really a god?

"Master, this. This? Is this really our soldier? Why have I never seen it before? They all have unfamiliar faces."

Yuchi Baoqi sat back in the carriage and said: "Didn't your Majesty recruit three thousand self-recruited soldiers after he made us Duke? I recruited these people from various channels and only obey my orders. There is no problem with my safety in Chang'an." , no need. It will definitely come in handy when I go to Luoyang this time."