major general

The four of them got along very happily, Wen Le remembered what Fu Xiaoyu told him, frowned and thought about it, and said: "Gu Huaxuan is not big, how did you hide the red bead?"

Zhou Chong looked at Yan Zhou, and Yan Zhou said: "His Royal Highness has cramps at night recently, and the slave sent someone to invite the imperial doctor, saying that he was growing bones and needed to eat more. Everyone knows that His Highness Ninth Prince is spoiled, and even at night, he has to put a few dishes on the bedside to eat, so as not to wake up hungry. The slave will put the red beads in the snack every day, and the bottom is placed so that it is hard to see the inlay. with red beads."

Zhou Chong recalled the snacks from the past few days, and said, "No wonder...you know my taste, but every time you bring dim sum, there is a dish that I don't like."

Yan Zhou pursed his lips and smiled, "Just in case."

While talking, Ma Cheng knocked on the door and said, "Master, there is a man outside, who is said to be Yuan."

Zhou Chong and Yan Zhou looked at each other, Fu Xiaoyu put a cup of pine nuts in front of Wen Le, and said, "Call someone in."

Yuan Qing didn't know how long she ran, her hairbands all came loose, and she was panting heavily.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Fu Xiaoyu, whom he admired the most, sitting there, and almost passed out again.

Just as Yan Zhou wanted to get up and give up his seat, Zhou Chongyan firmly pressed him on the seat.

Ma Cheng at the side found a wooden chair, supported Yuan Qing to sit on the wooden chair, and finally evened out his breath.

"Hey, hello, to Your Highness, Major General, and Lord Jijiu."

Zhou Chong took a sip of hot tea and said, "Sit down."

Yuan Qing sat down, took out an origami fan from her sleeve, and said, "Your Highness said, after I got home, I went to my sister's boudoir to look for it. This is a folding fan left in a dark box in my sister's boudoir."

Yan Zhou looked at the handle of the fan, it was made of pear blossom wood, this folding fan can't be bought for 200 taels, the person who uses it must be either rich or noble.

Wen Le looked at it with her cheeks on her cheeks, and said, "If this is really belonging to someone with your sister, why didn't she bring it into the palace?"

"Being sent to the palace by my father, I naturally know that this life is not destined for this person. If I carry the fan and leave something to talk about, neither her life nor that of the Yuan family can be kept." Fu Xiaoyu said, opened the fan, and handed it to Zhou. Chong, "She was already mentally prepared, and her youthful love had been sealed up in her boudoir. Unexpectedly, she reunited with the person she loves in the palace..."

There is a poem written on the fan, and a seal is engraved on the bottom.

璋。

Today's prince is named Zhou Zhang.

Zhou Chong closed his fan and held Yan Zhou's hand tightly.

Everyone speaks and speaks.There was a lot of noise outside the yard, Fu Xiaoyu frowned and stood up, opened the door and asked, "What's the noise?"

Si Zhu pursed his lips, looked at Ma Cheng, saluted everyone in the courtyard, and finally focused his eyes on Yuan Qing, and said: "There was a fire in the south of the city, 32 members of the Yuan family, and no survivors."

Yuan Qing was startled, then suddenly knelt down on the ground.

His father, his grandma, and his uncoffined sister were all burned by fire?

Yuan Qing braced herself to go out, her hands were shaking so much that she tripped over a stone on the ground.

Yan Zhou hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, and said, "Young Master Yuan, calm down."

"How do I calm down? You tell me how to calm down!?"

Fu Xiaoyu frowned, if Yuan Qing was lazy today and asked someone to send this paper fan to Zhen Guo Mansion, he might be buried in the flames himself.

At the beginning of summer, it’s not yet that hot time. It rained continuously a few days ago. How could there be a fire at this time?

Zhou Chong held Yuan Qing down and said, "If you go back now, you may not live until tomorrow."

Yuan Qing knelt down on the ground in a daze, and said, "If you don't go back, can you live? Live in the Zhen Guo Mansion for the rest of your life and never let the people in the dark see you again?"

Zhou Chong frowned, but he didn't punish him for being rude, but said: "If you survive these two days, it will be different."

"What is the difference?"

"Release the list immediately. You are the number one scholar, and you will be a fourth-rank official when you enter the court." Zhou Chong said, "That person dares to touch you, it is nothing more than your family being soft-spoken. But you are different. If you are the number one scholar, you can serve the country , as long as you are the power in today's world, he will not dare to move you."

Yuan Qing's eyes were red, as if she was holding on to a life-saving straw, she looked up at Zhou Chong, and asked, "Really?"

Zhou Chong looked at him with firm eyes and said, "Really."

Yuan Qing lived in Zhen Guo Mansion, and the dark guards surrounded the whole house, and Si Zhu personally took care of him, not even a breath of wind could come in.

Zhou Chong and Yan Zhou hurried back to the palace, while Fu Xiaoyu looked at the soldiers outside the courtyard without saying a word.

When Wen Le was a centurion, the more than a hundred soldiers he brought back were all strong and strong, and Emperor Wen was jealous, so they scattered them and arranged them in different barracks.

It stands to reason that Bunle's major general is just a title and has no subordinates.

Who are these quick-witted people?

"Major General." The leading man was wearing Tsing Yi, his hair was coiled up high, fastened with a silver crown.

Wen Le greeted him with a smile, and said, "Yang Qing, you are getting stronger."

Yang Qing was a little shy, touched his head, looked at Fu Xiaoyu, and said in awe: "Master Jijiu, my subordinate Yang Qing, the commander of the city guard."

garrison army.

Fu Xiaoyu looked at his inexplicable reverence, and looked at Wenle with raised eyebrows.

Wen Le patted Yang Qing on the shoulder and said: "When we were at the border, Zu Jun forced us to listen to the master's lectures while training. At that time, Yang Qing was impatient and always asked the master to punish us. We were training, and he One person holds the book and memorizes it next to him, and if he recites a wrong word, he will hit the palm of his hand."

Yang Qing scratched his chin embarrassingly, and said: "At that time, I was young, I didn't know that I was learning something, and it should be disliked by my master."

Fu Xiaoyu liked to hear Wen Le talk about things at the border, so she frowned slightly and asked, "What about Master? Didn't you go back to Jinlin with you?"

"Master is dead. I and another boy were endorsing at Master's house that day. The Huns suddenly appeared. Master hid us in the cellar. When we came out, Master had already been thrown into the well." Yang Qing said, "The town The general of the country personally found a cemetery for the master, and stood next to the gate, looking at the watchtower day and night, which can be regarded as the heart of the master to guard the city."

Fu Xiaoyu was silent for a moment.

Yang Qing realized later that he had chatted to death. He was embarrassed to communicate with a talented literati like Fu Xiaoyu. He was afraid of showing cowardice, so he bowed and left.

Fu Xiaoyu looked at the man's back and asked, "How many 'friends' like this do Lele have?"

The soldiers who used to be centurions were scattered among various arms, and they were all seventeen or eighteen years old.Now they are the mainstays in various places, the city defenders, the Jinwu Guards and the Imperial Guards, and even the Minister of the Ministry of War and the Minister of the Ministry of War.

These people are all lifelong friends with Wenle.

Wen Le looked at him and said, "There are about 20 people who know the basics."

20 people.

Fu Xiaoyu thought to himself that if one person orders a hundred people, he can completely control the palace.

Seeing that Fu Xiaoyu was silent, Wen Le asked in a low voice, "Are you afraid?"

Fu Xiaoyu glanced at him and said, "What are you afraid of?"

Wen Le smiled, and the hand covered by the sleeve quietly hooked his fingertips in front of the public.

His wife is more courageous than others.

Chunwei released the list, and the weather was just right, the sun was shining brightly, and there were no clouds in the sky.Jinlin was extremely lively, students from all over the place gathered in this capital city, waiting for the announcement of the results.

The servants in the mansion squeeze each other and squeeze you, always wanting to occupy the front position.

With the sound of a gong, a man with a long knife at his waist stepped forward with a yellow cloth list and pinned it to the wooden board.

There was a crowd of people, and whoever saw the list clearly shouted, "It's the young master of the Yuan family! The young master of the Yuan family has won the top spot!"

"Yuan Family? Which Yuan Family!"

"Which Yuan family still has a hard life to say the least, in a big fire, the whole family is gone."

"The whole family is gone? What a crime."

"I heard that someone set the fire on purpose!"

"Don't talk nonsense, let people hear-"

Ma Cheng squinted his eyes on the roof, and after seeing clearly, he hurried back with lightness kung fu.

Yuan Qing has been in the house for the past few days, never going out for a single step, chatting with Si Zhu occasionally, but still in a sleepy mood.

His big family has been burnt clean by now.The government only left some of his ashes in a wooden box for more than thirty people, and he could hold the box with one hand.

Human life is very cheap.

"bingo."

Yuan Qing paused, pressed her fingers on the chess pieces, and said, "Master Jijiu, I want to go back to Yuan Mansion today."

Fu Xiaoyu rubbed the black jade chess in his hand, and said: "Yes. The land deed of the Yuan Mansion has a certificate in the government. If you want to build again... you can go to the Fu family."

Yuan Qing smiled and nodded, but there was no smile in her eyes.He got up and made a long bow to Fu Xiaoyu, got up, and walked outside.

The sky is bright outside, and the fragrance of flowers and plants is very fresh.

Yuan Qing squinted her eyes, and was escorted by Si Zhu back to Yuan Mansion.

It's not that serious if it's completely burnt, but the wood is black and the tiles are everywhere.Looking around, it was pitch black, the porcelain was broken, and the gold and silver had been touched by the beggars.

Yuan Qing walked to the door, brushed away the dust from the Yuan Mansion plaque, and asked, "Mr. Sizhu, can you take these to the inn for me?"

Si Zhu nodded, called the guard over, and took the plaque to the inn where Yuan Qing lived.

Yuan Qing stood outside the door, in a daze, he seemed to see someone running out from inside, wearing a bright yellow skirt, with a dangling red hairpin on his head, followed by a short young master.

"Brother Qing, you are so dull, I'm afraid you won't find a beautiful wife in the future!"

"I don't want a beautiful daughter-in-law. I want to be a high-ranking official. Dad said that as long as I become a high-ranking official, I can choose any girl!"

"Nonsense! It also depends on who you are—you are that glib, lazy guy, someone likes you?"

"After all, I still have my sister to accompany me. Grandma said that if my sister doesn't follow the precepts for women, she won't be safe if she gets married!"

"If you don't feel comfortable, then you should be restless. I should find something I like. At worst, I will be dismissed and go back to the Yuan Mansion. At that time... Brother Qing, if Daddy scolds me, you have to speak up for me! "

Yuan Qing stood up straight, watching the two people go out back and forth to buy candied haws from the old man on the side of the road.

How did you answer yourself?

It seems to be saying——okay, dad won't support you, and younger brother will support you even after he has obtained the honor in the exam. At worst, he won't marry.

"Master Yuan?"

Yuan Qing was brought back to her senses by Si Zhu's voice, she stared blankly at the man selling candied haws, and walked towards him step by step.

"Master, here is a bunch of candied haws."

"Okay! Two pennies, my lord."

The author says:

In the eyes of others: Major general 55555 is too miserable, so hard to become a centurion, but now the proton of Jinlin has nothing but an empty name, and it is too miserable to marry a man.

In Fu Bulling's eyes: Good guy, don't work hard, no matter how hard you try, you can usurp the throne.