The slag attack is no longer scum [Quick travel]

Meng Xiangbei selected a suitable martial arts book from his Nightmare Beast's memory. The martial arts no longer used the original whip, but changed it to a long spear.

He started practicing martial arts every day before dawn, and every time Qiao Qingjuan woke up, there was no one around him.

Qiao Qingjuan occasionally went to see Meng Xiangbei practicing martial arts when he was free. Seeing his hard work and sweat, and his daily perseverance, he felt very distressed, but he didn't persuade him to give up and relax. He knew ignorantly that Xianggong worked so hard. It's for their family.

So he has to work hard.

So Qiao Qingjun devoted himself even more to studying medicine.

The adults were busy with other things, and they were afraid that they would not take good care of Ange, so they specially invited an honest and simple woman to take care of them.

Brother Ang didn't cry. He was over one year old and he could already trot freely, and he was scratched from time to time like a small firecracker.

Sometimes he would go to the pharmacy to find his father and Grandpa Liu, the imperial physician, and sometimes he would squat in the martial arts training ground to watch his father practice martial arts. Both eyes were bright. When Meng Xiangbei was resting, he would follow what his father said. , Give father water to drink.

Sometimes, he also plays with the children next door.

Some of those children were a few years older than him, and some were of the same age.

The people in Sambar City, influenced by the folk customs, are mostly simple and forthright, with true temperament, and the relationship between children is straightforward.

Gradually, An Geer, who used to be a bit timid, became lively and cheerful.Especially in front of close people, I like to laugh very much.He is Yuxue cute, but when he smiles, he is even more lovable.

In the evening, Qiao Qingjuan came back from the medicine hall with a few sticks of medicine in his hand. When he passed by the martial arts training ground, he saw Meng Xiangbei practicing long spear, and An Geer sitting next to him was applauding excitedly.

The orange sky is warm and soft, and the afterglow of the setting sun magnifies the figures of one big and one small infinitely.

This scene is warm and beautiful.

Qiao Qingjun smiled.

These few months are the first days he has lived since his parents died.

Time flies, and two months have passed.

In the past few days, Qiao Qingjuan's mood was not very high, and he was very clingy to Meng Xiangbei at night, but he just accompanied him silently without saying anything.

Because of his personality and intelligence, Qiao Qingjuan would never hide his thoughts. Probably at this moment, he thought he hid his thoughts well.

Meng Xiangbei was lying on the bed with Qiao Qingjuan in his arms. The two had just finished a ups and downs. Qiao Qingjuan was so tired that he lay on Meng Xiangbei's chest, eyes closed, and his fair cheeks were flushed.

"Ah Qing, I'm leaving the day after tomorrow." Meng Xiangbei said.

Qiao Qingjuan, who was lying on his chest, suddenly opened his eyes, lowered them again, and let out a soft "um".

Meng Xiangbei hugged his stiff body tightly, rubbed his chin against his hair, and half-jokingly said: "Is there nothing you want to tell me? Or do you really want me to leave quickly."

"No, I don't want to." Qiao Qingjuan looked up at him, immediately denied it aloud, then remembered something, and added, "No, I thought about it. It's not that I don't want to, nor do I want to."

When he was in a hurry, he lost control of his emotions, his logic was almost lost, and he was at a loss for a while.

"Don't worry. I was just joking with you just now, so take your time."

Qiao Qingjuan breathed a sigh of relief, and after a while, he reorganized his tone: "My husband is leaving, Ah Qing will be reluctant to let him go, and will miss him, but Ah Qing will not let him go."

Meng Xiangbei understood what he meant.

Although Qiao Qingjuan's intelligence is not complete, he has a sensitive mind, can distinguish between good and evil, and can understand things.

He knew that his husband's temporary departure was for their family, and he would not stop it.

However, thinking that there will be fewer and fewer opportunities to meet Mr. Xiang in the future, he will still feel sad. He is reluctant to part with Mr. Ang, and An Geer is also reluctant to part with his father.

Brother An didn't know where he heard the news that Meng Xiangbei would leave, and he kept grabbing the corner of his clothes for the past two days and asking if his father didn't want them anymore.

Of course he knew that Xianggong didn't want them, so he patiently explained to An Geer.

Listening to his narration, Meng Xiangbei felt a little pain in his heart, and kissed his slightly red eyes: "I'm sorry."

Meng Xiangbei knew that he was leaving soon, so luckily he didn't practice martial arts these few days. He walked around with him and An Geer and enjoyed the life of a family of three, but he didn't think about communicating with them again. tonight……

He failed to reassure Qiao Qingjun and An Ge'er.

Meng Xiangbei wanted to say something, but Qiao Qingjun had already stretched out his small hand to cover his mouth.

"Ah Qing knows that Xianggong is for us."

"Sister-in-law will miss us too."

Meng Xiangbei's big palm slowly covered his hand, and nodded heavily: "I will think about it, you are my beloved Ah Qing, and you are also my child's father."

That night, Meng Xiangbei communicated with Qiao Qingjuan a lot to calm his restless heart.

The next day, I also had a detailed communication with An Geer.

Although An Ge'er is young and can't even speak clearly, children's perception is the strongest.

After some communication, the relationship between the family of three has improved a bit.

Even if they don't give up, now it's time to separate. Meng Xiangbei has already signed up for the conscription, and today is the day to go to the military camp to report together.

"Physician Liu, Ah Qing and Brother An are entrusting you." Meng Xiangbei sincerely entrusted his father and son to the old imperial physician.

Doctor Liu waved his hand: "Don't worry, Ah Qing and Brother An are like my sons and grandsons, I will take good care of them naturally. But you, when you are in the military camp, take good care of yourself. Don't let your martial arts fall behind. The relationship between the Great Sui Dynasty and its neighboring countries was unstable, and a war could break out at any time. With martial arts, a small life could be saved.

That's all, let's not talk, you are a smart and thoughtful person, and you know what to do. "After that, Doctor Liu put his hands behind his back, turned around, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Brat, it's really for the sake of the future, for the family to be able to work so hard.

Doctor Liu is emotional. For more than half a year, he has already treated them as his own children.

The child is going to go out to fight, so he naturally has to give some instructions.

The future is secondary, the important thing is life.

Doctor Liu asked the boy to give Meng Xiangbei a package, which contained the medicine he and Qiao Qingjun had prepared during the past few days, in case he needed it when he was in the barracks.

After Meng Xiangbei bid farewell to Imperial Doctor Liu, he looked at Qiao Qingjun, whose eyes were already flushed, and An Geer, who was in his arms with tears in his eyes.

"Father." An Geer called softly.

"Hey." Meng Xiangbei responded and hugged An Ge, "Father will miss us An Ge, An Ge should eat well and sleep well, you understand?"

Brother Ang nodded, and patted his small chest with his small hand: "Take care of Daddy."

Meng Xiangbei's eyes warmed up: "Thank you, Brother An, for being able to help father take care of Daddy." He couldn't help but kissed Brother An's tender face.

An Geer's wet eyes widened, and after a while, he clenched his fists, puffed out his cheeks, and shyly touched Meng Xiangbei's face with his tender lips.

Meng Xiangbei smiled.

Finally, he looked at Qiao Qingjun who had been silent all this time.

Meng Xiangbei touched his face: "Ah Qing, take good care of yourself, I will come back when I have time."

That being said, Meng Xiangbei didn't dare to give more guarantees.

He knew that the war between the Great Sui Dynasty and its neighboring countries would break out soon, and he would leave Shuilu Pass with the army.

Ah Qing pulled the corner of Meng Xiangbei's clothes, holding back tears, not letting them fall, and said firmly, "Ah Qing, Brother An, I have been waiting for my husband."

"it is good."

On that day, even though he was reluctant to give up, Meng Xiangbei finally left with his burden on his back and resolutely devoted himself to the military camp.

Ever since he severed ties with Meng's mother and left the capital, Meng Xiangbei had given up his status as a young master, and now he is just a commoner, Meng Xiangbei.

After entering the barracks, he had no status or power, and started everything from the bottom. Meng Xiangbei also became a small soldier.

On the first day he entered the barracks, he felt the solemnity and dignity around him.

Meng Xiangbei could vaguely guess the reason.

He participates in drills with other soldiers every day. At the beginning, Meng Xiangbei was looked down upon by others.

Most of the people who joined the army in the Northwest Military Camp were from this area, and most of them had rough looks and dark skin.

But Meng Xiangbei was white and tender, and his body was not as strong as the others. At first, everyone thought he was a little boy with no strength to restrain him, and he might cry or run away when the real war happened.

Meng Xiangbei didn't pay attention to other people's thoughts. For friends in the military camp, they got along with each other, and he didn't get along with them if they didn't.

He trained hard, and in the competition a month later, he picked hundreds of people in a row, and planned to train their centurions.

For a while, not only the soldiers, but even the centurion looked at him with admiration. During several conversations, the two had a very happy chat and became friends.

"Brother Meng, do you know why my northwest barracks has been strict in drills these days and refused to relax?" At night, it was rare to relax.

Beside the bonfire, there were two people sitting on the ground, one was Meng Xiangbei, and the other was a man who had just spoken. He had a rough appearance and a strong figure. There were some blue stubbles on his chin. Very unruly ruffian.

The man's name was Yang Huaizhong, and he was the centurion of Meng Xiangbei's group of soldiers.

Yang Huaizhong grew up in the northwest, another city near Sambar City, Bincheng.

Eighteen years ago, a war broke out between the Great Sui Dynasty and its neighbor Jiang State.

It is said that the Jiang people who were established in the past were born as ruthless grass bandits. When fighting against the Great Sui Dynasty, the army was obviously weak at that time, but the general Jiang Guo at that time was not only cruel, but also wise and brave. The Great Sui Dynasty was at ease for a long time Jiang Guo was caught off guard by Jiang Guo's sudden coldness.

General Jiang Guo also brutally slaughtered a whole city.

In the end, it was General Qian Zheng who defeated Jiang Guoren.

Yang Huaizhong looked up at the full moon in the sky, and said: "18 years ago, I was only 17 years old. During the city massacre, my parents, wife, and unborn child in my wife's womb all died."

Meng Xiangbei gave a fingertip to the bonfire with a branch, looked up at him, and saw a blush in his eyes without accident.

His family was slaughtered, and Yang Huaizhong hated the people of Jiang Guo, but he couldn't go to Jiang Guo alone, he just practiced martial arts and joined the army.Because he believed that with the ambitions of Jiang Guo people, they would definitely come again.

Yang Huaizhong spent eight years studying art with a teacher and devoted himself to the Northwest Military Camp.

I thought he could give alms to his ambitions, but unfortunately, Yang Huaizhong, who had made his mark in the barracks, was always suppressed by a deputy lieutenant above him.

The lieutenant transferred him to the logistics, responsible for cooking fires, and he was not allowed to practice martial arts like other soldiers, so that people isolated him.

During those seven years, Yang Huaizhong struggled hard in the barracks, almost dying several times, but unfortunately he couldn't deal with that man.

Sometimes he wondered whether it was right or wrong for him to devote himself to the military camp.

Fortunately, the deputy lieutenant was kicked out of the barracks because of a major crime. Yang Huaizhong saw hope again, and it took three years to become the centurion he is today.

Meng Xiangbei pressed his lips tightly against you, wanting to comfort him, but he couldn't do it except in front of Qiao Qingjun and his son, and he was quite distressed.

On the contrary, Yang Huaizhong laughed loudly, and patted him on the shoulder: "I'm fine, it's been so many years, and now I'm less sad, but, killing Jiang Guo people, Da Sui's defeating Jiang Guo, has become my passion." Obsession." This is what he will do for the rest of his life.

Meng Xiangbei pursed his thin lips tightly, noncommittal.

Some people have a chic personality and tend to forget grief, while others have a stubborn personality and are trapped in obsession all their lives. There are two kinds of people, and it doesn't matter who is right or who is wrong. Everyone has different choices.

After a moment of silence, Meng Xiangbei asked, "Brother Yang just meant that Jiang Guo..."

Yang Huaizhong raised his head and looked forward, his eyes narrowed. It was Jiang Guo's direction.

"In recent days, Jiang Guo's army has been on the verge of moving at the border, and has made many small provocations. After 18 years of raising them, their ambitions have grown again. War is coming soon."

When he said this sentence, Yang Huaizhong's mood was complicated.

He had waited 18 years for the war with Jiang Guo, and finally he was able to kill the enemy and take revenge, but in every war, the most innocent people were the people, how many people would be displaced and lost their lives.

"Prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer."

Meng Xiangbei looked at the flames jumping in the bonfire, thoughtful, yes, the war between the Great Sui Dynasty and Jiang Guo was about to start.

However, in the real life, due to old injuries in the early years, General Qian Zheng was old, and when he was fighting General Jiang Guo, he had an arm cut off abruptly, became disabled, and lost half of his life. Life.

The generals of the Qian family, among the people and generals of the Great Sui Dynasty, were like gods of war, and so was Qian Zheng.

Qian Zheng's defeat broke the morale of the soldiers of the Great Sui Dynasty.

Under the pursuit of victory by Jiang Guo soldiers, the Great Sui Dynasty was defeated, and finally forcibly cut fifteen cities, lost a lot of money, and the two princesses got married before the war subsided.

Also because of this battle, the small Jiang country became a transcendent power, while the Great Sui Dynasty was reduced to a small country.

As Yang Huaizhong expected, Jiang Guo launched a war a month later.

The soldiers of the Northwest Army Battalion immediately broke out and went to the front to join the battle.

"Master..."

Qiao Qingjuan woke up from a dream, her eyes still filled with fear that hadn't faded away.

He turned his head and looked to the side, it was An Ge'er who was still sleeping peacefully.

It has been more than two months since Meng Xiangbei went to join the army, and this was the first time Qiao Qingjuan dreamed of him.

He dreamed that someone stabbed his husband fiercely with a knife, and he woke up from the dream in fright.

Qiao Qingjuan's chest heaved and his heart was still beating wildly.

"Sister-in-law will be fine, will be fine." Qiao Qingjuan murmured.

It took a long time before the beating heart finally calmed down.

The next day, Qiao Qingjuan, who felt a little uneasy, took Ange to the temple in the north of the city to burn incense and pray for blessings.

This temple is full of incense, and it is said that it has a special spirit.

At the beginning, before Meng Xiangbei was about to leave, Qiao Qingjuan came here and begged Zhang Pinganfu for him.

Qiao Qingjuan pulled An Ge'er to kneel in front of the Buddha statue, praying sincerely.

"...Buddha, please bless my father-in-law Meng Xiangbei to return safely..."

An Ge'er, who had small arms and legs, also knelt on the ground, looked at the Buddha statue in front of him, and followed his father in a childish voice: "Father, be safe."

After the worship, Qiao Qingjuan took An Ge'er and left the temple. Before he got home, he heard the news that there was a war on the border, and people from the Northwest Military Camp rushed to join the war immediately.

Qiao Qingjuan froze in place, thinking of last night's dream, his legs suddenly went limp.

"Don't worry, Boy Meng will be fine. What you should do now is to take care of yourself and Brother An." Seeing his distraught appearance, Doctor Liu quickly enlightened him.

Under Liu Yuyi's enlightenment, Qiao Qingjun finally calmed down.

Then Qiao Qingjun became even busier.

He was busy taking care of Ange, busy in the pharmacy, and inquiring about the news of the war on the border. He also went to the temple to burn incense and pray for blessings from time to time.

He believes that as long as he is sincere, the Buddha will bless his husband.

The court hall in the capital was turbulent.

At this time, the courtiers were discussing fiercely who should lead the army this time.

The No. 1 choice was naturally Qian Zheng. Even though everyone already knew that Qian Zheng was old and had hidden injuries, there was no other candidate in the court except Qian Zheng.

Others proposed several other people, but they were all difficult to take on the big job.

In the end, Qian Zheng was settled.

"Father, my son is willing to go to the northwest to fight Jiang Guo with General Qian and my soldiers." A handsome young man in a python robe stood up and bowed.

"Third brother, are you going to the border?" The emperor was surprised.

The young man is none other than the third prince, Murong Yin, born of Concubine Lan Gui.

All the courtiers were thoughtful, but they really didn't understand that the weak third prince would want to go to the border.

In their view, Murong Yin was intelligent and talented, and even had extraordinary talents when he was ruling the country. The emperor had always admired this son quite a lot, including martial arts.

He is average.

No one wants to live a good and rich life, but they have to go to the border to endure hardships or even die, everyone can't figure it out.

But Murong Yin has made up his mind.

"Yes." The emperor finally agreed, "Qian Zheng is the general, and the third prince is the deputy general. They will lead 15 troops. Starting tomorrow, they will go to the border."

General's House.

When Aunt Xiao heard the news, she wept silently.

"Master, do you know what it means to lead the army this time?" Aunt Xiao was teary and even angry.

She didn't know anything else, but she knew about Qian Zheng's body, and the ferocity of that Jiang Guoren.

This time, it is very likely that there will be no return.

Qian Zheng put his arms around Aunt Xiao and said, "Whether it's from the Sui Dynasty or from the Qian family, I am obliged to go out this time. It's just that I'm sorry for you, and I may not even be able to see Jiaojiao getting married."

"Master, I don't allow you to say that, you, you must come back safely."

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