Generals and Puppet Emperors

"Good morning."

"Good morning." I looked at the girl who walked in, and felt that the whole room was full of hope.

Aman -- she has become extremely beautiful. She has long hair, black and soft, which makes my heart itch.My original prediction really became a reality, Aman's body has been stretched, like a willow tree in spring, slender without any burden.She has also begun to develop, her chest bulges in a beautiful arc, and her whole body is full of youthful vitality.

Aman's face was also opened, and the baby's fat chin was nowhere to be seen, with curved willow eyebrows, a gentle and quiet smile, and a pair of beautiful eyes shining brightly. When she looked at me, she gave me the feeling that I was the only one in her eyes.

Of course, Aman is not a weak dodder flower, heroism also exists in her body, she has a slender figure, but her ten fingers are often moistened with spring water, and her strength is evenly distributed in her seemingly thin body.

Ah, this is really nice--

I have thought more than once that Aman's life trajectory from a cute child to a beautiful girl is inseparable from my participation. Although I "pampered" her, Aman did not go astray. Not only did she never develop an arrogant temperament, nor did she become a dodder girl who is generally raised in the pavilion.

Her demeanor was gentle and courteous, and her temper was neither hasty nor impatient. I responded to her greeting, feeling the pride that lingered in my heart.

I grew up watching Ah Man... Now she has really become the eagle I expected.

Looking at Aman, I was glad more than once that I was not fascinated by negative thoughts at that time, and she really made her my ban/Luan.

How good is Aman now.

only……

Now, a few years later, when I occasionally think of Aman getting married, my heart still feels turbulent.

My feelings for her have not been peeled off because of time, but fermented into a mellow wine because of the precipitation of the years.

Can't forget, can't let go.

I don't intend to speak out my mind directly, unless it's time to say it.

I'm waiting for Ah Man to realize it himself.

Aman... when will you know what's on my mind?

It might be a long wait, but I'm not in a hurry.

Aman still got up very early today. She was wearing a normal dress, her arms were exposed, and she was holding a bow with ease. This bow was just changed by her. Compared with other bows, it was heavier than others. Times, naturally, is what she can control with her current arm strength.

She smiled at me, her smile was quiet and bright, like a newborn sun, lighting up the world as a torch in an instant.

The yard is too spacious, so after thinking about it, I specially built a practice field, which is just convenient for Aman's practice.

When she picked up an arrow stack in her hand, the expression on her face was resolute, her eyes were firmly locked on her "prey", she was [-]% focused, she would not be distracted by external objects, and she would not be distracted by foreign objects. With arms shaking from mood swings, she's at her best.

I don't need to look at the final result anymore, the result must be as she wished.

Looking at Aman who bent his bow and shot again, I couldn't help but think of when I swung my knife.

Weapons are in short supply on the battlefield. Even if I am the chief general, the sword I got is only slightly better than that of the soldiers. The sword is worn out and cannot be killed with a single blow. The battlefield is too chaotic. Without the armor of our own country, it is impossible to distinguish who is the enemy and who is our own. Only by concentrating all our energy can the possibility of surviving be greatly improved...

That's how I survived.

Then I met Aman again.

How wonderful...fate.

The author has something to say:

General: Such a wonderful fate.

General: Let me eat Aman.

The time period is about seven years later...

Aman is 13 years old and almost 14 years old... right?

As for why the enemy hasn't started a war for seven years...

Because there are internal problems, it is simply a civil war, and I am too busy to take care of myself.

As for the civil war, it's normal to fight for as long as possible.

And, I want to write a side story about being in the world of Onmyoji...

Well, I can't extricate myself from being addicted to Onmyoji.