General, how are you coming back?

Two years later.

"Xia Chen, ah, my head hurts so much." Lu Jiuli lay on the table, looking like he was about to die.He tugged at Xia Chen's clothes, closed his eyes and began to play tricks.

"Headache? Didn't you just say that your arm hurts? What's going on? It's been transferred?" Xia Chen didn't even glance at Lu Jiuli, and continued to look at the "Zi Zhi Tong Jian" in his hand.

Today's Xia Chen is very different from two years ago.He has grown a lot taller, and even his pale and pale face is now ruddy. Sure enough, he can still gain weight.Lu Jiuli often said that Xia Chen was a food waste guy, after eating so many good things, he still looked weak in the end.

The only thing that remains the same seems to be Xia Chen's watery eyes and long eyelashes.Lu Jiuli looked at himself in the bronze mirror, and then at Xia Chen, why is this guy becoming more and more like a little girl?

"Xia Chen, help me copy." Lu Jiuli lay on Xia Chen's lap, "I really don't want to write anymore, my hands are tired. I have already understood everything in the book, so I will copy it again What's the point?" Lu Jiuli flipped through the "Sun Tzu's Art of War" on the table and threw it to Xia Chen casually.

Xia Chen rolled his eyes, it turned out that Lu Jiuli didn't learn to write from the teacher, but always pestered him Xia Chen, who knew it was for this purpose.Now, Lu Jiuli's handwriting is exactly the same as Xia Chen's. He has developed this skill so that Xia Chen can help him copy his homework in the future, so that he can continue to pretend to be a good boy in front of his father.

"My lord general said that you can only go out to see Miss Wen after you finish writing." Xia Chen ignored him, picked up the art of war and put it on the table again.

In two years, a lot has changed. For example, Lu Jiuli is no longer that brat who doesn't understand anything.Lu Jiuli is handsome and burly, once he reaches this age, those who want to marry will naturally bring their daughter to "drink tea".After going back and forth, Lu Jiuli has become very familiar with Wen Hui, the daughter of the prime minister's family.

Finally being able to get along with the girl, Lu Jiu couldn't say how happy he was.Although at the beginning, Lu Jiuli was too shy to speak when he met Lu Jiuli, and was laughed at by Xia Chen for a long time, but now, it is no longer like that.Lu Jiuli liked Wen Hui very much, and wished that the two families could quickly agree on the marriage.

"Xia Chen, Chen Chen, just help me, I'll bring you back the roast chicken." Lu Jiuli put aside his identity as a major general and acted shamelessly like a pug.

"Okay, I got it, you're really annoying." Although Xia Chen was disgusted, he obediently sat in front of the table and picked up the brush.

When Lu Jiuli saw it, he happily closed his mouth from ear to ear, "Haha, tell me what else you want to eat, and I will give it to you, young master."

"Hurry up and go far away to see your beautiful Wen Damei, don't disturb me writing." Xia Chen didn't even raise his head, but his expression was extremely disgusted.

"Okay, then I'm leaving. When you're done copying, go and bring it to the housekeeper. Be obedient and wait for me to come back, and my brother will treat you well." After Lu Jiuli finished speaking, he tiptoed out the door quietly.Seeing that there was no one in the yard, Lu Jiuli flipped out quickly.

Xia Chen looked at the empty room, his straight body relaxed.No matter how many times you copy the art of war or history books, you will never be able to calm down.I don't know when, Xia Chen's feelings for Lu Jiuli gradually changed, and when he regained his senses, Lu Jiuli had already fallen in love with the prime minister's daughter...

Lu Jiuli, Lu Jiuli, what do you want me to do?