Pick up a general at the door of the crew

"I—" the little emperor stood up abruptly and swept the pen and paper on the table to the ground, but his eyes were red when he looked up at the person in front of him, "I don't agree!"

"I hope Your Majesty will focus on the overall situation." The armor Wei Zhonghou was wearing at that time did not fit perfectly, and his slightly green face was full of determination at this moment. The minister volunteered to serve as a soldier and a general."

The expression on Wei Zhonghou's face made the little emperor take a step back, his mouth was flattened, and he wanted to cry but held back: "I don't agree, I don't agree, I don't agree!"

"You are wearing a dragon robe now, and behind you are the people guarding this land." Wei Zhonghou took two steps forward and half-kneeled in front of the little emperor, "You should know what to do when you grow up, Your Majesty."

"I don't want to know!" The little emperor pulled Wei Zhonghou's sleeve so hard that he could even see the red marks between his knuckles, "I don't want any peace and prosperity at all, I just want the people around me You can live well, why is it so difficult?"

"Do you think it's because we are demanding? Or is it our fate?" Wei Zhonghou walked out of the palace gate with his helmet in one hand, whispering, and laughed out loud after he finished speaking, "I asked you what to do?" , you are not a god in the sky, at most you are a lonely ghost who doesn't understand anything."

Ji Zhou followed him silently, and turned to look at him when he heard this.

"I'm joking." Wei Zhonghou bowed deliberately and comically, "Mr. Ji, you are a big man."

"... Really want to go to the battlefield?" Ji Zhou realized that his voice was hoarse when he opened his mouth.

"I'm defending my home and country, and I can't let the soldiers who trust me have no food or hot kang." Wei Zhonghou turned the helmet in his hand, "By the way, do you have anything special to spare?" Nobody?"

Ji Zhou stopped in his tracks, looked at him with an inexplicable expression for 2 minutes, and then nodded slowly: "Yes."

"Your wife?" Wei Zhonghou seemed to be interested, he turned his back and looked at Ji Zhou curiously, "Are you already married?"

"Basically," Ji Zhou said with a smile, "it's a man."

"...Oh." Wei Zhonghou was stunned for a moment, then touched his nose, "Mr. Ji, you are really extraordinary."

Ji Zhou didn't speak any more, just smiled.

Seeing Wei Zhonghou in front of him, Ji Zhou almost forgot that this was only the eighth day after the death of Wei Zhonghou's parents and brother-in-law.

Wei Zhonghou in front of him is only 16 years old now.

Regardless of his demeanor and movements, he was much more immature than the General Wei that Ji Zhou was familiar with.

Speaking of which, Ji Zhou didn't know why this dream was so long and so real.

When he was conscious, he stood on this quaint old road with bluestone slabs, and 15-year-old Wei Zhonghou was standing not far in front of him.At that time, he was accompanied by a group of people dressed like dogs, and they walked out of the gambling house with their shoulders crossed and their backs on their backs. They staggered like a drunk who had drunk too much, and walked towards the red and green street in front of him. .

Ji Zhou didn't have time to think about the situation, so he quickly walked two steps and called Wei Zhonghou: "General!"

"Huh?" Wei Zhonghou in front of him looked back, "Who is the general?"

"What general... hiccup—" the friend who clung to his shoulder hiccupped, and smiled meaningfully, "Are you afraid of your father, right? Little General Wei?"

"I'm afraid of him?" Wei Zhonghou waved his sleeves, "Let's go! Young master, I'm not afraid of anything! I don't care about Old General Wei or Great General Wei!"

"Wei Zhonghou!" Ji Zhou panted and stood behind Wei Zhonghou, reaching out his hand to grab his sleeve, but when his body touched Wei Zhonghou, his body became translucent and passed through Wei Zhonghou's arm.

Ji Zhou looked down at his hand and was stunned.

"Don't make trouble! Someone really called me!" Wei Zhonghou waved away the people around him, turned his head, and happened to meet Ji Zhou behind him.

Probably because Ji Zhou's attire was already within the scope of his cognition, Wei Zhonghou took a step back unconsciously, and then probably realized that this action was too unmanly, so he straightened his back and cleared his throat: " you call me?"

Ji Zhou didn't have time to answer.

I heard the people who were with Wei Zhonghou laugh together, "I said, General Wei, are you drunk? If you don't dare to go, just say it..."

"Hey, no..."

Wei Zhonghou hurriedly pointed to Ji Zhou and explained, "There is a man..."

"Who is there?" At first, the man with Wei Zhonghou's shoulder deliberately stood where Wei Zhonghou was pointing. Ji Zhou hurriedly backed away, but his fingers still passed through the man's body. "Did you see a ghost in broad daylight?"

Wei Zhonghou, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, swallowed.

"So I'm the only one who can see you?" Wei Zhonghou, who didn't hang out with friends, said hesitantly, "And I'm the only one who can hear you?"

"It should be like this..." Ji Zhou also nodded in confusion.

"Then you... are you a human or a ghost!" Wei Zhonghou suddenly turned around fiercely and made a strangled motion, and then he just touched a handful of air as he expected.

He withdrew his hand and shrugged his shoulders: "...Okay."

Wei Zhonghou at this age can always give Ji Zhou a novel feeling, he should be more lively and cheerful, he can play tricks, and he will deliberately take Ji Zhou to the gambling house to cheat.Regarding Ji Zhou's appearance, after confirming that Ji Zhou will not cause any trouble, he accepts his existence as a matter of course. There may be doubts, but at least on the surface it is calm.

Ji Zhou also met Wei Zhonghou's parents and brother-in-law.

It has to be said that appearance does have a genetic component.

Moreover, it is rare for the Wei family brothers to inherit their mother's looks.

It made Wei Zhonghou get into trouble every time, his father would not be willing to hit him hard.

At this time, Wei Zhonghou would turn his head and make a face at Ji Zhou, who was invisible to anyone.

"why are you crying?"

Wei Zhonghou was still wearing filial piety, but he smiled at Ji Zhou when he came out of the mourning hall.

"Why are you crying, a lonely ghost?"

"... blinded by the wind."

Wei Zhonghou put his hands on top of Ji Zhou's head weakly, although he is not as tall as Ji Zhou now.

Even if Ji Zhou wasn't the person involved, he couldn't laugh at all in this situation.

He couldn't bear to see the appearance of Old General Wei being sent back.

The funeral was arranged by Wei Zhonghou, the only remaining member of the Wei family. Wei Zhonghou also cleaned up the bodies of the old general and Vice General Wei himself, and politely asked Ji Zhou not to appear by his side.

During the days of the mourning, Ji Zhou stood at the gate of the mourning hall and did not go in.

All the people in the mourning hall were taken away by Wei Zhonghou Qing, and from Ji Zhou's perspective, only the back of Wei Zhonghou kneeling in front of the coffin could be seen.The four pitch-black coffins are arranged in a row, and just looking at them gives people a chilling feeling of suffocation.

Wei Zhonghou burned paper in front of each coffin to send the coffin, and finally knelt down slowly in the middle, bent his back, and kowtowed deeply three times.

Ji Zhou turned his head, and after hearing the suppressed crying in the mourning hall, he closed his eyes tightly.

Wei Zhonghou looked more and more like the general he knew, but not quite.

It was like when Ji Zhou was with Wei Zhonghou in front of him, Ji Zhou didn't feel real, but this feeling was also very magical.Wei Zhonghou looked serious and harsh in front of the soldiers, but after seeing Ji Zhou, he still carried the shadow of his youth.

"I saw you next to me when I went to the battlefield." Wei Zhonghou sat beside the sand pile, stretched his right leg, and put his hand casually on his arched left leg. "Suddenly I wanted to laugh."

"The body is squeezed from time to time, and I feel a little uncomfortable myself." Ji Zhou put his hand on the fire, and before Wei Zhonghou wanted to stop it, he watched the flame directly penetrate his palm, "It feels like It's like a lot of people have stabbed you a few times, but you don't really feel it at all."

Wei Zhonghou sat back and fiddled with the dry firewood, "I went shopping today, and the grandmas in the town started to match me again. Why do you think so many people want their girls to be widowed at a young age?"

Ji Zhou smiled and said, "Perhaps Mrs. General sounds more imposing?"

"Don't talk about me, talk about your family," Wei Zhonghou leaned back, "I haven't heard you mention it much."

"Him?" Ji Zhou glanced at Wei Zhonghou, lowered his head and smiled, "He is a very good person."

Wei Zhonghou, who was waiting for the following, didn't hear Ji Zhou speak again for a long time, and was stunned: "...that's it?"

"If I want to say how good he is, I can talk about it for a few days and nights, but when I was suddenly asked this question, my first reaction was that my heart was very warm." Ji Zhou shook his head and smiled, "That is to say, Remembering him, even if I can't remember how good he is for a while, I feel very comfortable."

Wei Zhonghou looked at him half understanding.

Ji Zhou didn't say any more: "You will know later."

After finishing speaking, he thought that if the general in front of him was really a general, he would never be able to say these words.

In that case, the general should really slap his nose on his face.

It's been almost a few days.

Ji Zhou looked at his increasingly transparent body, and at Wei Zhonghou's tired appearance after being busy for several days without a sip of water. Even if he didn't know anything about the art of war, he could tell that the current situation was not good.

The frequency of the enemy sending small teams to provoke from time to time became more and more frequent, sometimes causing four or five riots in a day.

"I'm leaving." Before Wei Zhonghou was about to go to the battlefield, he put on the armor he wore all the year round, and shrugged his shoulders at Ji Zhou, "It's not sure if he can come back."

"If I don't come back, you can reincarnate." Wei Zhonghou tilted his head and exhaled, "Although I don't know why you have followed me these past few years, but if I...you should be able to reincarnate, right?"

"Really, Mr. Ji, why are you crying again?"

"You said, why do you have so much water as a ghost? Are you a water ghost?"

"Okay, I'm leaving." Wei Zhonghou put on his helmet and bent his exposed mouth upwards, "Don't be too happy, maybe I'll come back alive."

"Ill?" Wei Zhonghou touched Ji Zhou's forehead sideways, and tested the temperature, "Why are you still crying?"

Ji Zhou looked blankly at Wei Zhonghou who was wearing home clothes, and subconsciously reached out to shake his hand.

It's the general's body temperature.

"What?" Wei Zhonghou looked down at his hand, held Ji Zhou with his backhand, and smiled, "Are you afraid I might run away?"

"I had a very long dream." Ji Zhou half-lyed on Wei Zhonghou's shoulder, "I still miss you, General."

"I want to cry." Wei Zhonghou rubbed Ji Zhou's hair, pretending to be relieved, "Then I'm relieved."