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Yan Kuan became impatient, stopped Lu Jiu's fist, and pushed him against the wall behind him.

The big hand grabbed his neck, and the tone was cold, with unquestionable deterrence: "Lu Jiu, how dare you commit treason?"

"You, I am the prince of the Duke's Mansion."

Lu Jiu held Yan Kuan's hand tightly, almost unable to breathe, and his face turned purple.

There was a flash of disdain in Yan Kuan's eyes. He increased the strength of his hands and watched Lu Jiu's eyes become bloodshot. A sense of pleasure flashed through his heart.

003: [Host, no, you can't kill people]

Yan Kuan: I was just teasing him. This little bastard is not worthy of dirtying my hands.

Sure enough, Lu Jiu rolled his eyes and kept patting Yan Kuan's hands, begging for mercy.

Yan Kuan sneered, threw him to the ground, and stepped on his chest:

"I let you go today, not because I have a good temper, but because I respect the Duke of Zhenguo, who is a man of integrity and protects his country. But you have tarnished his reputation, so get out of here!"

After saying that, he kicked him in the chest.

Lu Jiu rolled on the ground twice, coughing continuously, his face pale. The servants from the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion who followed behind him were so frightened by Yan Kuan's murderous look that their legs trembled and they dared not come over.

It was Lu Jiu who got up and staggered over. Only then did the servant dare to lower his head, hurriedly helped Lu Jiu onto the carriage, and turned around and rushed back to the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion.

Yan Kuan spat: "Coward"

As he had just taken office, a lieutenant in the army came over and bowed his head and said, "Greetings, General."

The voice sounded familiar. Yan Kuan glanced sideways at the man in brick-red narrow-sleeved military uniform in front of him, and the corners of his mouth curled up:

"You grandson, you are doing pretty well."

The captain looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a rough face, who was the Guanshan bandit leader, Chen San.

Chen San grinned, his eyes full of joy: "Congratulations, brother, you have become the General of Fuyuan"

Yan Kuan: "Congratulations to you, you have just been recruited and you have become a lieutenant, that's incredible."

Chen San scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "Brother, please don't laugh at me. I'm already this old. It's too late if I don't fight."

There have been severe famines in the past two years, and being a bandit in the mountains has become less and less profitable. The brothers have become disunited. When Chen San was in trouble, Yan Kuan appeared, showed him a way, and asked him to lead his brothers down the mountain and join the army.

That's a good feeling. You eat public food and hold a public office. Who would want to be a bandit and bear the stigma? Now I feel proud wherever I go and I hold my head high.

Yan Kuan laughed and cursed:

"Why are you pretending in front of me? As long as I have food to eat, you will never starve to death. Work hard for me. Do you still worry about not having a day to make achievements and stand out from the crowd?"

Chen San was so excited that he looked at Yan Kuan happily:

"Brother, let's go to the army. We heard that you were promoted to the second rank. Everyone is so happy and waiting to celebrate with you."

Yan Kuan thought about it for a while. Xie Lian still had to handle official business in the palace during the day, so he might as well go to the army to take a look and give these bandit leaders a hard time, so that they would understand that the army is not like Hezhou, and they should not let others get hold of them.

"Okay, let's go."

Chen San led the way respectfully, and the two of them headed all the way to the Xishan camp.

One hundred thousand soldiers stood in neat rows in the open space of the camp, waiting for their general to inspect them.

Yan Kuan looked at them from the high platform and felt a sense of heroism. He had finally embarked on a different path from his previous life. At this moment, he was determined to protect his country and his people and to enhance the prestige of Dayue.

He was a natural warrior, and the army seemed to be the land that could nourish Yan Kuan. Here, he was like a dragon entering the water, mingling with the soldiers, teaching them martial arts, and feeling extremely happy.

As evening approached, he prepared a roasted whole lamb for the soldiers at his own expense, drank a few glasses of wine, and then returned to the city, making the excuse that he had other things to do.

The street vendors had not yet closed their stalls. Yan Kuan suddenly thought of something. He took a few steps back, went to a vendor, bought something, packed it, and then went on his way with peace of mind.

Oh, no, it’s back to the Prime Minister’s Mansion.

After entering the mansion, he still felt unreal and asked the servants:

"The Prime Minister is back today. Is he unhappy or drunk?"

The servant was a little surprised and answered truthfully: "General, the Prime Minister is the same as before, there is nothing special about him."

Yan Kuan felt relieved, that was good, and strode towards the study.

The new main courtyard was completed and its layout was similar to the previous one. Yan Kuan noticed that the empty courtyard was not decorated with precious flowers and plants as before, but instead had a mahogany rack with swords, spears, and halberds on it, which were obviously famous items.

Yan Kuan was somewhat happy. He walked into the study and immediately saw the person he had been thinking about all day. He was thinking about her very much.

"Your subordinate, I pay my respects to the Prime Minister."

Seeing Xie Lian sitting in the armchair with the book in hand without making a sound, Yan Kuan stood up and said to Wei Ran who was serving him tea:

"You go down first, I have something to talk to the Prime Minister."

Wei Ran looked up and saw that his prime minister had no objection, so he bowed his head and said, "Yes, General, I will take my leave."

After Wei Ran closed the door and left, Yan Kuan walked over and stood next to Xie Lian.

Candles had already been lit in the room. Yan Kuan was tall, and his shadow completely enveloped Xie Lian behind the desk, giving him an extremely oppressive feeling.

Xie Lian frowned and turned the book around: "It's blocking the light."

Yan Kuan curled his lips, put one hand on the table, supported the back of the chair with the other, leaned down, and looked at Xie Lian's profile for a long time:

"Miss you"

A deep, magnetic voice sounded beside Xie Lian’s ears, causing the book in his hand to tremble in panic.

My heart is beating hard.

In fact, he didn't even read two lines for a long time. Ever since Yan Kuan came in, his mind was completely captured by this man. He was helpless and had no way to deal with it.

Trying to stay away from Yan Kuan's scent, Xie Lian pressed the book against Yan Kuan's chest.

In an unhappy tone, he said, "Why, the great general, who is so handsome and heroic, still visits my small prime minister's residence. What is the business?"

Tsk,

This weird tone,

It sounds so fucking good.

Yan Kuan slapped himself in the face. He now liked Xie Lian in every way. Even the tone of his voice was so pleasing to him that he liked it very much.

He joked hoarsely, "Why, are you jealous?"

Jealousy,

Xie Lian got angry when this was mentioned. His face turned completely cold and he slapped Yan Kuan’s face away:

"Didn't you say you could handle it, that it would be absolutely no problem?"

Xie Lian got angry when he thought about how a bunch of people praised him for his insight and for finding a good son-in-law for Duke Zhenguo. He had no right to speak up and clarify things for Yan Kuan, so he was so angry that he didn't eat for the whole day.

Even the officials outside the study lamented that the prime minister's pressure was greater today, and they were careful with their words for fear of saying the wrong thing.

Yan Kuan touched his nose and said, "It's all because of that bastard Lu Jiu. I've already beaten him up. It's really none of my business."

Seeing that Xie Lian looked unhappy and his lips were pale, Yan Kuan thought about how he had just... not recovered yet and was angry again today. That wouldn't do, as anger was bad for the body. He would feel uncomfortable and Yan Kuan would feel even more distressed.

He immediately took out the thing he had just bought on the street from the corner of the table, opened the wrapping cloth, and it turned out to be a washboard.

He threw it to the ground and knelt down neatly:

"Wife, don't be angry."