The general's favorite husband's daily life

The white and tender neck in front of He Jiangchu's eyes became more and more blurred, and all consciousness finally dissipated in the darkness.

In a trance, I felt as if something was holding me, and I wanted to resist subconsciously, but I couldn't lift up any strength, and the force that was pulling me suddenly sank down.It's like dreaming that I suddenly step on the air, the whole person suddenly falls with the strength, and then wakes up instantly.

He Jiang opened his eyes suddenly, just in time to see a ginkgo leaf floating on his face.

He Jiangchu was stunned for a moment before he brushed away the leaves - he is now lying in a ginkgo forest, it seems that it is autumn, and everything he sees is pure and clean golden yellow.

"Hey, do you want to drink?"

The voice sounded like a leisurely and unrestrained taste.

He Jiangchu got up, only to find that there was a man sitting beside him.Also dressed in black, with handsome features, he handed a wine jar in front of him.

He Jiangchu looked at the jug of wine, hesitated for a while before taking it, took a sip, and sighed, it really is good wine.The man raised his eyebrows and said nothing, turned around and took another wine jar, slapped the mud on it, and took a sip as well.

He Jiangchu looked at the scenery, took another sip of wine, and then said, "Brother, do you know where this is?"

The man smiled and said, "You don't know? This is in a dream."

He Jiangchu: "In a dream? Isn't it on Huangquan Road?"

The man insisted, "It's a dream. You are in a dream, and I am also in a dream. They are all in a dream."

He Jiangchu has always disliked hearing other people say such false and true words, which are specious, as if there is a hidden secret behind them, but he can't understand half a word.So He Jiangchu chose to shut up embarrassingly, and then took a sip of wine.

Not much speculation.

The man drank up the jar of wine in his hand in a blink of an eye, turned around and opened another jar.He Jiangchu knew his drinking capacity, and he was reluctant to part with good wine, so he drank it in small sips rather sadly, thinking that he could only drink this jar at most.

While drinking, He Jiangchu suddenly remembered something, had no choice but to speak again, and asked the man, "Have you seen a child, dressed in white, with a serious face."

Although He Jiangchu didn't know where he was now, whether he was alive or dead.But I was really worried, and I asked this question just for peace of mind.

But I didn't expect the man to say leisurely, "I see."

He Jiangchu: "Where is it?"

The man nodded, gestured over there, and said, "There."

He Jiangchu looked in the direction he gave, and found that the place was no longer a ginkgo forest, but the passage that He Jiangchu and Bai Wuyi walked through before.What you see is only a virtual image the size of a square inch, but the human form is clearly visible.

Bai Wuyi took the black cat knife that He Jiangchu gave him, and cut a cut on He Jiangchu's wrist neatly. It was obviously a place like the wrist, and he didn't even hesitate to strike, looking at the striker. The strength is not light.When the knife was cut, blood gushed out from the wrist in large streams.

He Jiangchu frowned, and his tone was a little subtle: "... Tsk, I knew I wouldn't give him that little black cat. There is something in his hand that just keeps being stabbed like this. This kid will be a murderer when he grows up." Pigs definitely have a future."

"Puff...cough cough...cough..." The man had just swallowed a sip of wine, but was choked up by He Jiangchu's words, coughing again and again, really embarrassed.

God knows how He Jiangchu would think of killing pigs after watching Bai Wuyi slash his wrist.

Perhaps, his self-awareness is a bit peculiar.

He Jiang Chu Yue looked more and more heartbroken, thinking about what he said to Bai Wuyi when he had a convulsion before, asking this child to recognize him as his father, and suddenly came to his senses, what is this child doing now? —Murder your own father!

The man next to him choked on a sip of wine and hadn't recovered from it, coughing beside him so much that he wanted to beat the ground.

He Jiangchu couldn't bear to look again, turned his head to look at the man, and said, "So, who are you?"

Where did so come from?

The man barely stopped coughing, and said, "It's disturbing my grave, you're almost taking over my nest, it's not moral for you to ask me who I am."

He Jiangchu was stunned for a moment, but suddenly he came to his senses, and his expression became cold all of a sudden, no longer the foolish look he had just now.

The man waved his hand, "Don't be like this, no matter what you say, I used to be from Liangqiu, right?"

To put it lightly, Zhuang Li feels that there is nothing wrong with what he said. Although he later came to Annan and became a local emperor there, he has the same root and origin for sure.

Zhuang Li picked up the wine jar and said leisurely, "If you have to talk about it, I might still be your ancestor."

He Jiangchu raised his eyebrows, and said rather insincerely, "Hello, ancestor."

"Puff...cough cough cough...uh...cough..."

Zhuang Li choked on another sip of wine, coughing badly.

He Jiangchu was vigilant for a moment, and then turned around - don't panic, this person is so dead that his bones have melted, what kind of waves can he make.Besides, it's not just him, He Jiangchu himself can't tell whether he is alive or dead now, maybe everyone is dead now, so be careful.

He Jiangchu came over to give Zhuang Po a sigh of relief, and said with a obedient smile, "Old Ancestor, you have already become king in Annan, why are you here?"

Zhuang Po managed to calm down, and just then said, "My good great-great-grandson, I am staying here in Annan's land. You are your Liang... Has our Liangqiu country always been so vast? It was fought by any iron-blooded general."

He Jiangchu gave a long "Oh" and continued, "I still have a question to ask."

Zhuang Di said, "My dear grandson, tell me."

He Jiangchu spat in his heart, thinking that he shouldn't have said "Hello ancestors" so quickly that he was being taken advantage of all the time.

He Jiangchu, "I have read so many myths and legends about you, how you claim to be the emperor is so wonderful, even saying that you are the lower realm of the gods, there are immortals, otherwise, tell me today brother Said."

He Jiangchu dismissed his seniority calmly, but Zhuang Li didn't bother, and just repeated, "Immortal?"

He Jiangchu nodded, "That's not true, the gods descended from the world, they are unstoppable, immortal... During the process of going to Annan, they were first appreciated by the king and called brothers and sisters, then they were rewarded for their meritorious service, and finally they were very grateful." She fell in love with King Annan's concubine with a discerning eye, and had a love affair... and then lost her immortality."

Zhuang Li suddenly got goosebumps, and frowned when he heard it, "I don't really want to know how to lose my immortal body, I always feel that listening to it is not good for my health."

He Jiangchu threw stones into the well and simply said, "Because I fell asleep and my wife lost Yuanyang."