I was reborn after choking on water [Quick Transmigration]

At the same time, Ye Zhuolin stuffed himself under the quilt, without saying a word.

Jing Xing lay beside him, followed silently, wrapped his arms around his waist lightly, whispered a few murmurs from time to time, Ye Zhuolin was getting irritable, but he didn't turn his anger to his side as usual body.He couldn't make Jing Xing suffer the slightest grievance.

"Actually, it's nothing, just not very happy." Ye Zhuolin finally stuck his head out of the quilt and took a few breaths of fresh air, "It's a bit different from what I imagined."

"The rebel army does not have a good reputation, but Zhao Feng also said that he is for his family."

Ye Zhuolin suddenly sternly said: "So what? The country is the country, the country is prior to the family, and all personal emotions are nonsense in front of the survival of the family and the country."

"If one day I fall into the hands of the enemy and he forces you to retreat, will he kill me if you don't retreat?"

Jing Xing was still smiling, which made Ye Zhuolin's aggressive expression froze, and after a moment of silence, Ye Zhuolin said quietly, "This is different."

"Why is it different? They are all loved ones. If your father doesn't love you and your mother, he will never abandon the country." Jing Xing changed from lying on his side to lying on his back, looking at the ceiling, as if he said casually , "Brother Ye, some things can be inherited, such as family and country feelings, loyalty to duty, this kind of habit will be engraved in the bones, your father is definitely not a traitor to the enemy, it is just possible... He suddenly became selfish for a moment."

Ye Zhuolin frowned: "Jing Xing, have you used the magic spell? How do you know so much?"

Jing Xing was honest this time, he turned his head silently, and smiled muffledly: "If I say no, you probably won't believe it either."

Ye Zhuolin: "..."

He stood up suddenly, straddled Jing Xing's body directly, clasped Jing Xing's hands to prevent him from moving, and stared blankly at him.

"Huh?" Jing Xing struggled a little, and found that Ye Zhuolin was quite strong, so he was too lazy to move, "What to do? I don't have the energy right now, wait until night, or if you can't help it, you can solve it yourself."

"...I'm very serious." Ye Zhuolin lowered his head, and at the same time freed his hand to rest on Jing Xing's pulse for a moment, then stopped talking.

Silence is the best way to cover up your mood, but Ye Zhuolin can't hide it from Jing Xing.

After following decades secretly, Jing Xing knew Ye Zhuolin too well, so he told Ye Zhuolin that he could use spells to check, not to ask, but simply to inform: I'm going to help you check, you know Don't be angry later.

"Is backbiting comfortable?" Ye Zhuolin asked in a deep voice.

"I'm uncomfortable, my pulse is chaotic, I'm very uncomfortable." Jing Xing didn't look uncomfortable at all, and he teased Ye Zhuolin quite contentedly, "Isn't it because I want to help you, otherwise I would leave a hole in my heart and make it even more uncomfortable. "

Ye Zhuolin took a deep look at him, he didn't know where to start scolding, and Xun couldn't find any reason, but he was a little bit aggrieved, like a slap and he couldn't slap it, he was stuck half dead.

"Okay, don't make trouble." Jing Xing stretched out his hand to grab Ye Zhuolin's shoulder, and pushed it to the side, and the two immediately switched positions. Jing Xing didn't give Ye Zhuolin time to recover, and directly pressed on it.

Ye Zhuolin glared sharply, and wanted to push Jing Xing away while breathing disorderly - he was really not in the mood to do this right now.

In the past, when Jing Xing felt his resistance, he would relax, especially now that he was so obviously unwilling, it should have ended long ago.However, today's Jing Xing is surprisingly stubborn, like a mad wolf, showing the domineering that he never shows on weekdays to the fullest, leaving Ye Zhuolin no chance to resist for a while.

Under the oppression, there is a burst of anger, but beyond the anger, there are all kinds of helplessness and distress.

Ye Zhuolin cursed secretly, finally let go of her hand, and let Jing Xing do whatever he wanted.

Not to mention drawing a knife instinctively, he was even reluctant to pull out one of Jing Xing's hairs.

However, Jing Xing seemed to be doing it on purpose. After he stopped resisting, Jing Xing did not continue. He lowered his head to look at Ye Zhuolin's complex expression, and sighed softly: "Brother Ye, I don't intend to do anything wrong now. I just want you to see with your own eyes what happened in those years, if you don’t want to, then I have no choice but to force you to watch.”

"It's all said and done, National Teacher, you really don't usually reveal it easily, and once you reveal it, it's especially scary."

Ye Zhuolin kept nodding his head as if holding grudges, Jing Xing couldn't do anything about him, he couldn't explain clearly, but seeing Ye Zhuolin's appearance of compromising on the surface but not being happy, Jing Xing still felt a little distressed.

"Brother Ye, don't resist, just treat it as... just a dream, Brother Ye, look at me."

Ye Zhuolin raised his eyes slightly, and was facing Shang Jingxing's eyes, which were pure and clean, the original childishness was gone, only more elegance and gentleness remained.

Randomly, his lips were covered by a very soft thing, Ye Zhuolin only felt the chaos in his mind, a sense of dizziness hit him, and he couldn't control the drowsiness, he instinctively resisted the powerlessness of falling asleep, However, just like before traveling to various worlds, even though he was unwilling in every possible way, he couldn't help but lose consciousness.

This time he woke up again, not in the wilderness, not in bed, and not in Jing Xing's arms.

"It's born! It's a big fat boy! The Ye family has a successor!"

Hearing the sparse voices around him, the noise was so loud that it hurts the brain, Ye Zhuolin was only stunned - he saw himself wrapped in swaddling clothes, being carefully hugged by a strange young woman.

In fact, a little baby, no one can figure out who it is when it grows up, but Ye Zhuolin has a feeling—he feels that he is not only a bystander, but also a person in the play.

The strange woman looked very happy, but her body was really weak, and her hand holding the baby was trembling: "Brother Qian, it's a boy, our son..."

"Thank you Ma'am." The man stepped forward, reached out and touched the baby's face lightly, couldn't help smiling, and pressed a kiss on the woman's forehead.

"General, the battle is urgent! We can't delay! Going home in violation of military orders is a serious crime! If you lose this battle again, you..."

A soldier hurried over from the outside and stopped in front of the delivery room door, anxiously scratching the ground with his sword.

"Brother Qian... did you come back against the military order?" The woman was shocked.

"It's a small matter, it's more important to look at your wife." The man seemed unhurried, "I hope it's a girl, so...he won't be as busy as I am in the future."

The midwife at the side couldn't help laughing: "Master, I'm afraid that our young master will become a general in the future and steal his limelight."

The man smiled: "Yes, yes, but being a general requires one's own abilities."

The urging outside the door became more and more urgent. After all, the man stepped out of the delivery room, closed the door gently, picked up the sword placed by the door, and left without saying a word.

The woman didn't say anything, as if she was used to it.

The mother and child are safe, and the delivery room is full of joy.

Ye Zhuolin was stunned for a long time, he found that he was looking at all this in the state of a phantom, but he still couldn't touch anything when he stretched out his hand, just like... Jing Xing before he died.

Looking at everything, there is nothing to do.

These are his parents, Ye Qian, the city guard of Nanzhao, and Yun Xiaolan, the most talented woman in the capital.

A cloud of mist seemed to overflow suddenly, and it directly blurred in front of the eyes. When the screen turned, the baby in the swaddle was already babbling, and Ye Qian poured a jug of wine into his mouth, and was snatched by the young woman: "Drink less, don't you have to drink tomorrow? Alcoholic!"

"Oh Xiaolan, isn't our Ye'er almost two years old now, I...I'm happy!"

Yun Xiaolan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and poked Ye Qian's forehead with her index finger: "Why are you happy at the age of two? It's not a weak crown anymore."

"Our son's birthday is coming, can't I be happy?" While Yun Xiaolan wasn't paying attention, Ye Qian took another sip of his wine, "Let me tell you, while you went out a few times a few days ago, I taught him something! Come! Son, come on!"

"I didn't say anything when you go out every day, why do you seem to be doing something important behind my back once I go out?" Yun Xiaolan shook her head helplessly.

Ye Zhuolin—Xiaoye Cong babbled and ran to Ye Qian's side, Ye Qian took out a wooden dagger from there and handed it to Xiao Ye Cong, Xiao Ye Cong let out a cry of excitement Small steps, staggering step by step, waving a dagger in his hand, he looks quite handsome.

"You taught him that?"

"What do you mean, really, come on, son, tell your mother what Dad told you before!"

"Whoa, whoa whoa—"

Just as he was babbling, Xiao Ye Cong was unsteady, fell down and landed on his face, Yun Xiaolan was startled, and quickly pulled her son up, took out a handkerchief to wipe off the ashes on his face , and was reprimanded by Ye Qian with a smile: "It's still dirty, and he will drop some in the future."

"Hey—didn't you say that you don't plan to make him a general in the future? What's the matter, the dignified general regretted it?"

"You don't have to be an official to learn martial arts from an early age. This kind of thing can be used for a lifetime."

"Cut." Yun Xiaolan rolled her eyes.

Turn around again, and it will be two years later.

This time, what Ye Zhuolin saw was no longer himself, but only Ye Qian.

The young general sat cross-legged in the military tent, tapped the table with his fingertips, rested his forehead with the other hand, and spread a large pile of paper in front of him, on which the current military situation was written densely.

One of them was placed at the top, poking people's hearts in brightly enlarged characters: Madam has been captured, please make plans early.

"General, what should we do... They threatened us. If the general doesn't go to the enemy camp to surrender alone, they..."

"I know, I'll go."

"But the general... this is the rebel army!"

"I know, so what." Ye Qian picked up the piece of paper and tore it into pieces with his own hands, "For the sake of my wife and son's life, being a traitor once, one for two, more value, by the way, tell the prince Your Highness, I have to go first. I said at the beginning that I would protect him and help him consolidate his future. Now it seems that I am going to break my promise. If it is possible... Let Ah Cong become an ordinary citizen in the future. Once he leaves, his father's reputation will be ruined, I don't care, but don't let him bear so much."