major general

He is a scholarly family with a collection of books at home.

Jin Yun originally thought that he had been a teacher for three generations, and he had a considerable collection of books at home.Who knew that when he arrived at Fu Xiaoyu's study room, he knew what collecting books was.

The bookcase is made of pear blossom wood and smells faintly of flowers.All the books are placed neatly, without any dust on them, and they are well preserved, so it can be seen that people read them from time to time.The books on the top are all the laws of the Southern Dynasties, which are thick and dense. Even when Jin Yunguang looked up, he felt scary.

"You can read any of his books as long as you don't scribble." Wen Le said, after thinking for a while, he moved a small wooden stool in from the outside, "If you can't hold it, just step on it."

Jin Yun looked at Wenle and agreed with a smile.

Wen Le is not like the average master, who does whatever he has to do.It's the same with teaching children. The book is very high, if you can't get it, then use a bench to get it. Don't bother others when you can do it yourself.

Jin Yun took out a book casually, and sat on the wooden chair to read it slowly.

As soon as I turned a page, I saw a large series of small seal characters annotated with cinnabar beside the book.

[It doesn't rain to blame the emperor for not being diligent in political affairs?Just because your mind is unique doesn't mean you're useful. 】

[Increasing taxes in the treasury gap?Hehe didn't dare to talk drunk like that when he was too drunk. 】

[The harmony of yin and yang is the right way?If you are used to the waterways, you don’t know that there are dry roads in this world. If you go to the nursery house, I will pay for it from my Fu’s family. 】

Jin Yun closed the book abruptly, and saw that "Memorial Transcript and Record" was written on the booklet.

The memorials of the Southern Dynasties were uploaded layer by layer, and when they were passed on to Emperor Wen, they needed to be recorded.The Guozijian will occasionally help to transcribe, store and seal.

Occasionally, Fu Xiaoyu would get angry while reading, and would scold at the top while copying. After scolding, she felt good, and then threw it to Old Master Yue to ask him to copy another copy, and take home and put away the disrespectful one.I don't know if Jin Yun had a tacit understanding with him, so he got this book as soon as he took it.

"What's wrong? Can't understand?" Bunle asked.

Jin Yun shook his head, stepped on the small stool, sandwiched the book among the laws of the Southern Dynasties that no one would read a second time on the top floor, and said: "...the foster father misplaced the book gone."

Wen Le couldn't sit still. After reading the military book for a while, he took the silver gun and went outside to use it.

He is too busy in Xuzhou these days and has no time to practice.On weekdays, he would fight with Fu Xiaoyu, and the next day he could get up and play with guns.After all, the training has fallen behind, and when playing with the gun, I feel that there is always a little shackle on my body, and it is not as easy as usual.

Jin Yun knew that Wenle and martial arts were highly skilled, but it was the first time he had seen him playing with a gun so seriously, sitting on the window sill with a book in his arms and reading it seriously.

When Wen Le raised his hand, the tip and tail of the silver gun seemed to have his will.Breaking through the air, I heard the sound of sharp weapon gestures.The tip of the silver spear finally pointed high at the leaves on the treetops. The leaves were still shaking in the wind, but they broke off and fell to the ground, maybe they were hurt by the strong wind.

Jin Yun was dumbfounded, looking at Wenle with admiration.

At this time, Ma Cheng hurried into the house, saw Wen Le and said, "Young General...Master, I'm gone."

Wen Yue paused and asked, "What do you mean?"

Jin Yun ran out with the book in his arms, only to hear Ma Cheng say: "The master is going to the Imperial College in the afternoon, so he came out from the side door, and the servant asked the bearer to wait there, but in a blink of an eye, the master disappeared."

Wen Le held the silver gun in his hand, his momentum restrained completely.He frowned and walked out, Ma Cheng hurriedly followed behind.

Jin Yun stood on the spot with the book in his arms, pursed his lips tightly, and looked at their backs worriedly.

Zilin came in from outside carrying a plate of candied green plums, with a serious expression on her face.She looked at Jin Yun's tense little face, pulled him to sit in front of the stone table, and said, "Don't be nervous, your adoptive father will take care of it."

Jin Yun frowned, and said: "If I know martial arts, I can help my foster father right now."

Zi Lin put the candied green plum into the astringent tea, brought it in front of Jin Yun, and said, "Everyone performs their duties, you are still young, if you can take care of yourself and don't make others worry, you will be helping."

Jin Yun was dazed, and after drinking the cup of tea, he accidentally choked on it, pushed Zilin out, and said, "Auntie, go and do your own work, Jin Yun can take care of herself."

Zilin laughed, patted his head, and walked out, calling out: "Call someone to Zhang Shangshu's residence, just say that there is something important to discuss."

The little servant hurriedly responded and ran outside.

For a moment, the Zhen Guo Mansion, which was like a deep and quiet pool, seemed to be thrown into a flint, and with a squeak, it came back to life.

At this moment, Fu Xiaoyu was sitting in a ruined temple outside the city.There were broken bricks everywhere on the ground, he picked a clean one to sit down, and fanned it slowly with a folding fan, not at all like a kidnapped person.

And the people in front of him were either lying or sitting, and the faint smell of blood surrounded the entire ruined temple tightly.

Fu Xiaoyu had seen enough excitement, she put away her folding fan and said, "So... is there something wrong?"

The leader is not a stranger, but Fu Xiaoyu has been very familiar with him for a while, and even said that he wants to compare with Wen Le last time - Asi.

Asi had a broken arm, his brows were full of sweat, and his lips were bloodless. He looked at Fu Xiaoyu and said, "Da Shanyu is dead."

Fu Xiaoyu pursed her lips, looked at Asi and said, "How do you know?"

"Am sent me a letter with a falcon." Asi said, he was supported by his subordinates and sat on the ground, took a few sips from the water bag hanging at his waist, and burned the knife as soon as he spoke "We were assassinated before we reached the border. Of the more than 20 brothers, only six were left, and I also lost my arm."

Fu Xiaoyu hugged her shoulders and said, "Then why are you looking for me?"

Asi raised his eyes, looked at Fu Xiaoyu and said, "Nanchao, I only believe in you. Asi has something to ask."

"If you ask me to help you, I will help you?" Fu Xiaoyu smiled and said, "You also know that my family has been in business for generations, and only when it is profitable can we do business. Charity is not the business scope of the Fu family."

Asi ignored what Fu Xiaoyu said, and leaned against the wall and said, "Chunwei, the eldest son of Liaoyu Da Shanyu, is now on the throne. Lin, Shan Rong, the second son of Da Shanyu, is in a weak position, I'm afraid he won't be able to overcome it, let him take the lead."

Fu Xiaoyu just smiled and said nothing, waiting for Asi to continue talking.

"...I know that your own emperor's body is also deteriorating day by day. My Liao is willing to sign a contract with the Zhen Guofu. If we can help Shanrong regain the throne, Liao will not take a step into the Southern Dynasty in 50 years. Tens of thousands of war horses and silk are offered every year."

"And the town government?"

Asi nodded, his breath trembling from the cold sweat, and he said: "The Zhen Guofu has a total of 30 troops at the Border Gate plus the South Bank, which can completely level Jinlin. Power, money and women, you are Wen Le Wife, don’t you want to see him climb to the highest position? With Liao’s promise, the border gates will not be violated, and soldiers and horses at the border gates can directly step into the Jinlin, as if passing through the land of no one..."

In the ruined temple, one could hear a needle falling.

Asi's subordinates were more or less injured, and their faces were ugly. At this moment, they were holding the handle of the knife, as if Fu Xiaoyu said an inappropriate word, and they would cut off his head in this ruined temple.

The cold wind at the end of autumn made people's cheeks hurt. The Buddha statue in the temple did not know which Bodhisattva it was, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, watching the people in front of him nonchalantly planning the great event of destroying the country.

Fu Xiaoyu's sudden smile shocked Aspen.

No one dared to speak in the ruined temple, Fu Xiaoyu had laughed enough, rubbed the sore side of her teeth with her hands, and said, "To be honest, I'm really moved."

His family's Bunle is so good, so naturally it deserves the best.

Asi squeezed his cuffs tightly, and asked seemingly unintentionally, "Then you agreed?"

"No."

"what?"

Fu Xiaoyu waved his hand and said, "I can't help it. The young man in the family is lazy, and he is most afraid of things that use his brain. The family of the Zhenguo Mansion is loyal to the emperor and patriotic, and they will spend their lives at the border and the south bank..."

Asi interrupted him, stood up, and said: "The emperor of the Southern Dynasty was stupid, and he treated the Zhen Guofu so coldly, are you crazy, are you going to complain directly?"

"No, you're thinking wrong. The Zhen Guofu is not loyal to Emperor Wen, nor is it loyal to Emperor Wu. They are loyal to the entire Southern Dynasty." Fu Xiaoyu said slowly, "A Hun's head is a tael of gold and silver. What this soldier wants is money; offering advice to recapture the lost land can get the commander-in-chief of the sixth-rank battalion, what these soldiers want is power; there are countless casualties, and a verbal vacancy is required, guess what they want?"

Asi thought of the Major General Wen Le on the battlefield. He could take an arm of his subordinate Wusun Lie by shooting an arrow thousands of miles away, and he could trample a soldier to death with a single lift of his horse. There were countless battles on the battlefield, and his blood could kill him. White clothes dyed red.

That's a born general.

"...What he wants is this peaceful and prosperous world."

The master is used to it, and Fu Xiaoyu's words made Asi unsteady, so he knelt down on the ground, frowned and began to think carefully.

But Fu Xiaoyu didn't let him think about it, and turned the subject with a soft smile, "But the fact that the Zhen Guofu doesn't participate in the seizure of power doesn't mean that there are no supporters. According to what you said, Liao'an can also be his support."

As if grasping at the last straw, Asi asked, "Who is it?"

"His Royal Highness King Jing, Zhou Chong."

It's getting late, let's discuss important matters.

Asi suddenly frowned and looked outside the ruined temple, and the soldiers on the side also drew their swords.After about an incense stick, the outside was surrounded by densely packed soldiers.The leader was dressed in black, holding a silver gun tightly in his hand, and frowning.

Before the people in the room could think about it, the temple door had already been kicked open.

Wen Le, who was wearing a white jade armor, entered the room with a silver gun in his hand. When he saw Asi, his eyes were about to burst open, and he kicked him on the Buddha statue.Asi groaned and spat out blood, staining the Buddha statue red.

"Young, Major General, Asi is in a hurry..."

Before Asi could finish his sentence, the silver gun was firmly pressed against his throat.

Bunle's voice was cold, and the soldiers beside him dared not move.The silver gun in his hand only needs to be inserted an inch further, and it can pierce Aspen's throat.

"It's my fault that I usually hold back, and everyone thinks I'm easy to bully." Wen Le's silver gun didn't let go for a moment, pressing Asi's face blue and purple, and the sharp silver gun head seemed to pierce his throat in the next moment. "You thieves who came to the Southern Dynasty are good and don't learn from bad ones. Just learn from today and make a fuss about my life, right?"

The author says:

Lele is on fire!