Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The morning sun rises.

Zhao Tuo cooked the kitchen himself, cooked an unpalatable but acceptable breakfast, and then sent his drowsy daughter to the research institute. After returning home, he watered and fertilized the flowers, and cleaned the military uniforms daily.

The dejected life is the same as that of an ordinary middle-aged unemployed uncle at home.

Until the news of Chujun Fusu's disappearance spread throughout the market, there were very few people who challenged the royal power, and the mastermind behind the scenes was clear at a glance. Self-protection tied up Fusu.

So, his finishing work can finally begin.

He casually put in the soldier talisman, changed into the casual attire of a strolling uncle, told the servants in the mansion a few words, and then went out without any abnormality.

As the deputy commander of the Central Army, it is easy to command the troops after being authorized. The only pity is that Yan Ce is only short of this... Mr. Fu Su left Yan Ce with countless traps, and he can catch them one by one. A man who has seen through and proved that he is indeed a remarkable figure.

However, Yan Ce stopped here.

... At least, lock him up in the future, and don't have anything to do to seduce his daughter. Speaking of it from the perspective of other families, he will probably be praised as a chivalrous man who acts on behalf of the heavens.

Thinking in this way, Zhao Tuo showed a strange and astonished expression as soon as he walked to the alley, lowered his eyes to the gentle and elegant woman in front of him, and bowed slightly.

"Qing...Mr. Yan, good morning."

Yan Qing looked at the deputy handsome's eyes with curious eyes, and her tone gradually became suspicious, "When did you become so polite? Since I got married, I haven't seen each other during the holidays. My mother always said that she wanted to see you, but she never saw you. .”

"..."

Zhao Tuo froze, and said nonchalantly, "No, there will be less time in the military camp. Every year during festivals, Master Yan and Qingmei's birthdays, there is no shortage of gifts, but... I am too busy."

The seriousness of the soldier no longer appeared on his mouth, and a smile was added.

The beautiful girl of that year, the generation of Confucian leaders who pointed out the world, finally rolled up her long hair, married and became a woman, and it took more than ten years in a flash.

Why is every beautiful Chinese cabbage end up being hogged by a pig?The youth stories of young boys and girls have long since changed with time, and they can only sink in the bottom of their hearts, occasionally flipping through self-deprecating photo albums, only to look at themselves in their dreams.

The cabbage has been overturned for more than ten years, and the pig's body is still very good... There is no reason for this special meow, and he has no chance to queue up to pick up a plate. If he still runs to Yanfumo Lane diligently, it is because of blood clots Isn't it blocked enough?

"That's it."

Suspicious eyes glanced at Zhao Tuo, Yan Qing thought for a moment, reluctantly accepted the statement, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a "good buddy" tone: "I mean, it turns out that the military camp is so busy. Mother said that she wanted to see you after her birthday, and she said that the only person she was sorry for was you for so many years, and she always wanted to apologize to you."

In the bustling market that he walked through, there was a constant sound of hawking. Yan Qing's voice was not too loud, but it seemed to overwhelm all the noise, and it fell clearly in the ears of the deputy commander.

"My mother refused to tell me why, and she didn't let me ask."

Zhao Tuo quietly covered his heart, covering up the sound of heartbreak.

"It's okay, I didn't blame everyone Yan, let the past be the past."

The middle-aged man smiled open-mindedly and gently, his thoughts have been freed from the previous immersed scene, and the light-colored memories are more suitable for burial after the immersion of the years.

Sensing the change in the atmosphere, Yan Qing said curiously: "Since your heart is over, let's talk about it."

... Is it interesting for you mother and daughter to flog corpses back and forth?

He held his forehead with his hands, and there was some pain in his eyes.

"That year, everyone Yan said they would introduce a girl to me. I was full of expectations, but she got married."

Yan Qing patted the deputy commander on the shoulder several times, and couldn't help laughing: "It's here? Whose girl has made our Central Army deputy commander, the former commander of the Lingnan Army, care about her for more than ten years."

Zhao Tuo was both perplexed and nostalgic, and sighed, "She's a scholar, so maybe she can't look down on a rough guy from the military."

Moreover, he is respected by all countries as a master of Confucianism of Confucius and Mencius, and a generation of Confucian leaders who have overwhelmed Confucian scholars in the world for ten years...

"Who? Just because my mother was so guilty that she almost accepted you as her adopted son. I, Yan Qing, and you are brothers who are hard-nosed. Tell me, keep it a secret."

Boss Yan, you should beat me to death instead of whipping the corpse...

Zhao Tuo saw the city gate from a distance, recovered from the desperate memory, he smiled, the figure of the girl whom he had a crush on in the past gradually overlapped with the woman who married Mo Zhong today.

"...I still have something to do, sister Qing, I may not be able to go to everyone's birthday party."

"Out of town?"

"Yes, there are some personal matters to deal with."

"If I don't allow it."

"Miss Qing...no, Mr. Yan, what do you mean?"

Yan Qing restrained her cheerful smile, rolled up her sleeves and folded them up to her shoulders, her gaze was like a torch.

"Zhao Tuo, my annoying old lady reminded me after visiting General Qin, it's best not to let you wander around."

"The general?"

Zhao Tuo sketched the snow-haired woman in memory in his mind, and sighed: "It's really not just talk, but if you don't ask, why don't you let me go around?"

"Do not ask."

Yan Qing put on a fighting posture, clenched her hands into fists.

"If I asked, if she said, at this moment, I definitely can't stop you."

"Boss Yan, it's His Majesty—"

"can not hear!"

Before Zhao Tuo could finish speaking, Yan Qing put on earplugs and punched him.