Married to a nemesis

"The painting is lost?"

"If I find this person, I will definitely tear him to pieces." Pei Qian gripped the handle of the knife tightly, and the knuckles of her fingers were protruding out one by one, like bamboo shoots breaking through the soil.

"There's really no need to get so angry." Yuan Ji Nian thought it was a pity when he thought of that masterpiece.

Even if the painting is lost, no one can understand it.

"It's a big deal to make another one." Of course, Yuan Ji Nian didn't want Pei Qian's drawing ability to be damaged just because of such a trivial matter.

A general next to him had sad eyes: "That's the result that Mr. Pei spent more than a month drawing."

"It took more than a month to draw like this?" Yuan Ji Nian almost blurted out.

Seeing Pei Qian looking at him, Yuan Ji Nian added: "The painting took more than a month, it's still pretty good."

Pei Qian's confidence could not be dampened.

He wanted Pei Qian to believe in him.

"Hmph." Pei Qian flicked her sleeves, dropped the knife and left.

The others were silent, and after recovering, they also left, leaving only Yuan Ji Nian and the child.

Yuan Ji Nian saw that his small body was still trembling, his yellow face was covered with black streaks, like a tabby cat, his round black eyes looked at the knife that fell on the ground, and there was obvious fear in his eyes.

Yuan Ji Nian took him out of the tent.

Looking at the small figure reminded him of his own childhood.

"Why do they bully you?" Yuan Jinian walked a few steps, stopped, turned around and squatted down, looking at him.

The child withdrew his gaze from the front, and turned to look at him fixedly, his short fingers clenched tightly.

Yuan Ji Nian always felt that when he saw himself, there seemed to be something hidden in his eyes, and when he wanted to look closely, the child's eyes were full of innocence again.

He was even more convinced that he was wrong.

This is just a child who is no more than twelve or thirteen, so he can have no small thoughts.

The child sniffed, and the voice was childish: "I told them that my father is a famous God of War in the Song Dynasty, but they didn't believe it."

Yuan Ji Nian had never heard of this person, and he didn't know what was going on, but his father must be a very powerful person, just from the mention of his father, the look of reverence in the child's eyes could be seen.

Regardless of whether he lied or not, Yuan Ji Nian still replied: "Brother believes you."

About this god of war, he planned to go back and ask Liu Yiwen.

The child squeezed his smiling eyes, grinned contentedly, and let out a giggle.

Looking at his thin body and dark yellow face, Yuan Ji Nian asked, "Do you often get bullied in the military camp?"

The excitement was more or less for the sake of face, the child shook his head without hesitation and denied: "No."

Yuan Ji Nian didn't pierce it either, so he asked again: "Does anyone work behind the team? What's his name?"

Usually, when he was watching Pei Qian's army training, he hadn't seen this kid much in the team.

Looking at the ashes on his face, Yuan Ji Nian immediately thought of the child sleeping beside the matches in the small kitchen.

The child hung his shoulders and rubbed his feet against each other: "My name is Xiaoyan, and I collect firewood in the small kitchen to make a fire."

"If someone bullies you, Xiaoyan can come over there to find his brother." Yuan Jinian raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, pointing in the direction of his tent, "It's getting late, hurry up and have a good rest."

The child looked at the direction of Yuan Ji Nian's finger, then turned back to look at Yuan Ji Nian again, and slowly said word by word: "I heard that His Royal Highness lives there, so is that elder brother His Highness?"

Yuan Ji Nian didn't answer directly, but rubbed his head: "Wash your face first when you go back."

After that, he got up.

The child wiped his face casually with his hand, and trotted away.

Yuan Ji Nian turned around and left after seeing him leave.

Not long after he turned around, the child stopped, turned around and saw the black figure disappearing into the moonlight, his fists were clenched more tightly, and his eyes were dark.

Yuan Ji Nian went back to the tent.

What happened in the tent just now made him feel refreshed.

When he opened the curtain and bent over to enter, Liu Yiwen was still kneeling in front of the desk, holding a candle, busy calculating the military expenses.

Yuan Ji Nian didn't want to bother him, so he went to wash up first.

After he finished everything, Liu Yiwen was still writing with his head down, the candlelight reflected his profile softly, exuding a gentle atmosphere.

Yuan Ji Nian lay down on the bed, read the military book next to his pillow for a while.

After seeing that Liu Yiwen was busy with the matter in hand, Yuan Ji Nian asked him: "Master Liu, do you know the God of War, the former general of Zhen Guo?"

Yuan Ji Nian felt that if he asked this time, there should be no suspicion.

Prince Zhou didn't care about the affairs of the court, so it was normal for him not to know about the past, perhaps he had heard of it at most.

Liu Yiwen tidied up the books on the table, and looked up at him: "Why does Your Highness ask this?"

"Today I saw a young boy who said that his father is the God of War."

Liu Yiwen showed a clear expression: "Your Highness is talking about Xiaoyan. Not long ago, I found him from the mountains. Seeing him wandering alone, I brought him back to the army. I forgot to ask His Highness for permission. , I made my own decisions. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

Liu Yiwen lowered her eyebrows, lowered her jaw slightly, and lowered her posture.

"You don't need to report this kind of thing to me. Mr. Liu did a good thing." Yuan Jinian put down the book of war in the book, stuffed it under the pillow, smiled generously, his deep eyebrows and eyes seemed to be filled with bottomless bays In the clear pool, there is a little bit of divine light shining in his eyes like stars.

He was indeed not used to Liu Yiwen being so cautious, but Yuan Ji Nian told Liu Yiwen somehow, he just thought about it, and the topic turned to the serious business again.

"Then where did his father and other relatives go?"

Liu Yiwen glanced at the book in Yuan Jinian's hands, lowered his head, and his subordinates began to study the ink again, and said slowly: "Xiaoyan's mother passed away when he was six years old, and before he died, let him find her. His father, Xiaoyan learned on the way, that his father had been murdered long ago."

"In desperation, Xiaoyan turned to look for his grandfather. Grandpa Li in the Li family has been sending people to investigate the cause of his father's death. Later, seeing the truth came out, his family was wiped out. Xiaoyan fled under the protection of the Li family. Come out and wander here all the way.”

"It's really cruel for him to go through this at such a young age." Remembering that Liu Yiwen never mentioned the mighty God of War, Yuan Jinian asked again, "Then his father is indeed that Have you heard about the mighty God of War for a long time?"

The tip of the pen was dipped in ink, and the pen in Liu Yiwen's hand began to slowly draw something on the paper again: "I heard that Wuwei God of War does have a son, and no one has seen it. As for whether it is Xiaoyan or not, no one knows."

Yuan Ji Nian folded his clothes, sat upright, saw what Liu Yiwen wrote on the paper, and turned around when he wanted to ask: "Is Mr. Liu still busy?"

Liu Yiwen looked up at him, lightly left a few ink marks on the paper, shook her head lightly, and said with a smile: "I am drawing a portrait for Your Highness. Your Highness hasn't asked me to paint for a long time, but I didn't expect that I would do it for a while." Itchy hands."

"Painting."

Tsk, this week the prince still has such a strange hobby, forcing others to paint for him.

Liu Yiwen must have been forced to paint for him. Sometimes he was afraid that Prince Zhou would be angry, so he offered to paint for him. Life is really not easy.

Yuan Ji Nian walked behind him to look at Liu Yiwen's painting.

There are only a few strokes on the white paper, which simply outlines the general outline of Prince Zhou. The overall charm is full of charm. Just relying on imagination, one can imagine a handsome appearance.

"Mr. Liu's painting skills are still as good as ever." Yuan Jinian sat down opposite him and admired him sincerely.

He never seemed to care about Prince Zhou's face.

I never know what I look like in the eyes of others.

"After Mr. Liu finishes painting, can you tell me about the mighty God of War?" Yuan Ji Nian propped his chin, always a little curious about such a person, and wanted to know more about how powerful the mighty God of War is. Can learn something from it.

"It turns out that Your Highness is interested in the deeds of Wuwei God of War." Liu Yiwen supported his sleeve with one hand, and ticked off the paper with a pen, "I have only heard a little bit, if Your Highness wants to hear it, I can tell it to His Highness while drawing." listen."

"Okay." Yuan Ji Nian lifted the teacup on the side, poured two cups of tea, pushed one cup to Liu Yiwen's side, propped his head in one hand and held the teacup in the other, as if listening attentively.

"I have heard the rumors about the Wuwei God of War a long time ago. Everyone says that the Wuwei God of War is invincible and invincible, and Da Zhou's territory was won under his horse..." Liu Yiwen's voice It was always very light, so light that Yuan Ji Nian's eyelids could no longer hold on as he listened.

In a daze, he felt someone helping him up, and Yuan Ji Nian opened his eyes.

The person supporting him was Liu Yiwen.

"I help His Highness go down to rest." Liu Yiwen said in a gentle voice beside him, calmly.

"Young Master Liu, don't draw anymore, and get some rest earlier." Yuan Jinian walked to the bed by himself, and at the same time advised Liu Yiwen.

"The painting has already been drawn." Liu Yiwen paused, "Does Your Highness want the sleeping minister's bed?"

"Ah?" Yuan Ji Nian was blindfolded, he was also extremely sleepy, and almost all touched by feeling.

Hearing Liu Yiwen's words, Yuan Jinian stopped going to bed, and knocked his head to the side of the bed.

The author has something to say: "What is the old enemy?"

"Only if you have slept, can you be called an old enemy."

It makes sense

——Smashed thoughts—————

In an empty room, I typed words, brainstormed plots, and when I smirked at the computer, I looked like a fool