When the boss wears the best [Quick Transmigration]

Ding Yuan stared at the man with a bright smile like the moon in his eyes, as if he was real, he raised the wine pot in his hand: "Ah Xian, I respect you."

The moonlight is bright and gentle, and the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus is accompanied by the night wind.

The man arched his eyebrows, and smiled like a warm breeze, like a banished fairy, intoxicating.Ding Yuan raised his head, and the wine drew an arc along the spout, and fell into his mouth accurately.

A jug of wine bottomed out, and his eyes were already stained a little drunk.

He rested his head on one hand, half-closed his eyes, and the wind blew through the leaves, making a loud noise.

"Wine is good wine, but it's not as good as the green plum wine you make, Ah Xian."

As he spoke, he smacked his lips, his slightly drunken eyes were full of reminiscence, and his thoughts drifted back to that year—it was also this late at night, when A-Xian took his hand, took him to the kitchen, and held him in his arms. Sleeves, wash his hands and make 'soup' for him.

A bowl of aromatic chicken noodle soup and a pot of sweet and sour plum wine.

For the best delicacy he has ever eaten in this life, and also the sweetest wine he has ever drank.

The only not-so-good thing was probably when he hugged A-Xian and called him daddy after he was drunk... At that time, he didn't understand, but because of nostalgia and greed for that warmth, he ignored the heart that missed that night.

Throwing away the jug in his hand, his slender phoenix eyes gazed affectionately at the smiling face in front of him, and murmured: "Ah-Xian..."

"Little General!"

The clear voice interrupted Ding Yuan's thoughts, and the smiling faces in front of his eyes also disappeared.

His eyes panicked, and he reached out to grab it, but it was in vain.

"I heard that my lord held a celebration banquet for you tonight, why are you hiding here alone?"

Jiang Lin, who came back from Jingshui Town, found the big tree where Ding Yuan was hiding, and jumped onto it. He leaned against the trunk next to Ding Yuan, and handed over the small porcelain white wine jar he brought with him: "This is Qingfeng." The lotus wine brewed by the young master himself."

Ding Yuan withdrew his hand in the air, and swept towards the porcelain-white wine jar in Jiang Lin's hand indifferently. He was not very interested in the wine made by the so-called Mr. Qingfeng, and only took it with a lack of interest: "Didn't I ask you to bring sweet-scented osmanthus wine?"

"Osmanthus wine is not as good as the wine made by Mr. Qingfeng." Jiang Lin couldn't see his expression, but heard a trace of dissatisfaction in his voice.

He chuckled in his heart, the little general usually looks like he has no desires and desires, he doesn't care about everything, but he doesn't want to be a little more emotional because of a simple pot of sweet-scented osmanthus.

As soon as his thoughts turned, he suddenly had an idea in his mind: "Do you know who Master Qingfeng is?"

Ding Yuan had been with him for four years, so he couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Now that he is emphasizing Mr. Qingfeng... His eyes lit up, he raised the wine jar in his hand, pulled out the cork, and a light lotus fragrance penetrated into his nostrils instantly, just like the hair that passed through him that night many years ago The fragrance left on his cheeks, although different, could make him drunk just by smelling the fragrance.

Through the mask, although Jiang Lin couldn't tell the other person's expression, he could guess a thing or two from the pleasant aura emanating from his body.

Seeing his intoxicated appearance, thinking about what to say next, he quickly jumped down from the tree: "Little general, it's useless to look at things and think about others. If you don't go to your son Qingfeng, your Master Qingfeng is about to marry a wife!"

"boom!"

Just as Jiang Lin ran three meters away, he heard a loud noise from behind.

He couldn't help turning his head to look back, and saw that the thick and strong tree that had just stood there had collapsed.Looking at the flying leaves after the collapse of the big tree, thinking of the hidden information behind him, if the little general knows... He shivered instinctively, and ran towards the lord's tent.

Two days later, outside Jiangzhou City, King Yun's army approached the city again.

The blue dome is cloudless, and the scorching sun is like the army of the king of clouds showing off its might, exuding dazzling light.

According to the usual practice, before the two armies fight, they must first call the battle.

Amidst the sound of drums, Jiang Lin, who was sitting on a tall horse, rushed forward and shouted. All kinds of provocative words made the enemy generals turn green with anger.

Ding Yuan rode his horse and rushed forward, the silver mask reflected a cold light in the sunlight.

The soldiers of the two armies also rushed forward shouting slogans. In an instant, the sound of killing, swords and horses roared through the world.

Ding Yuan fought vigorously with the general who was stationed in Jiangzhou for several rounds, and beat the middle-aged general to retreat, and he was extremely embarrassed.

The Yunzhou Army has been fighting on the battlefield for many years, and won another victory yesterday, boosting morale, which is not comparable to the Jiangzhou Army.

In just one cup of tea, the Jiangzhou general was beheaded by Ding Yuan.

As soon as the general died, the Jiangzhou Army immediately declined. The Yunzhou Army did not give the enemy a chance to breathe, and attacked the city in one go and took Jiangzhou.

The next day, King Yun held a celebration banquet at the state official's mansion.

After dealing with it for a while, under the cover of Jiang Lin, Ding Yuan quietly left the banquet, changed into casual clothes, took off his mask, and rode his horse to Jingshui Town anxiously.

Along the way, he organized the words after the meeting in his heart, but when he saw Jingshui Town, he suddenly felt like retreating.

He was not afraid that A-Xian would blame him for his sister-in-law killing Laizi Sheng, but he was afraid that A-Xian would be angry with him for his sudden disappearance back then.At the beginning, he was distracted by his sister-in-law's murder, and there was only one thought in his mind, that is, not to let his sister-in-law die, but to escape, far away.

It wasn't until he walked out of Jingshui Town and his flustered mind gradually calmed down that he realized what he had done, and it was too late to turn around.

It was late at night, and Jingshui Town was silent.

Ding Yuan turned over, got off his horse, and walked slowly down the long street while holding the rein.

In five years, Jingshui Town has not changed much.

Just like the road leading to Ah Yuan's house under his feet, it is still clearly imprinted in his mind after many years, and it also emerged in his mind together with the morning when he left.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, bright and gentle.

Ding Yuan stood at the gate of the familiar house, and the soft moonlight shone down, reflecting the peace and harmony in the house, which he could not bear and did not dare to break.

He struggled to stand for a long time, exhaling and inhaling, the palms hanging by his sides tightened again and again, but he still didn't dare to knock on the door. He jumped over the wall and came to the outside of the north room familiarly. With the closed doors and corridors, long memories flooded into my mind again.

The morning he left, it was raining outside.

He was standing in the corridor, blowing the cold wind while spurning himself as a beast in his heart.

Just as he recalled, the door creaked, and a figure flashed, which made him turn around in fright and wanted to run out, but he didn't want a cold light to flash past his peripheral vision, followed by a chill on his neck——

"Your Excellency is very interested!"

A familiar voice came to Ding Yuan's ears from behind.

Ding Yuan only felt a 'boom' in his mind, all his thoughts exploded, only one thought was clamoring.

"Who are you? Why did you break into my house at night?"

"..." As soon as Ding Yuan opened his mouth, he realized that he lost his voice under excitement.

"Speak, or don't blame me for being rude."

"Ah..." Ah Yuan, it's me.

"Dumb?"

"……"I'm not.

After a moment of silence, the sword on the neck was retracted——

"You turn around."

Ding Yuan restrained the excitement in his heart, turned around slowly, and the person who thought about it day and night was slowly revealed under the moonlight.

She was dressed in white clothes, draped over her body, her black hair was scattered on both sides of her cheeks, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, with just the right curvature, her eyes were clear and distant, and her expression was casual——

"It's you." A faint smile hangs on his lips, and the smile in his eyes is still the same: "When did you develop the habit of climbing over the wall instead of leaving the door?"

Looking at the man's unchanging expression, Ding Yuan felt a chill in his heart.

Compared with being angry or being indifferent, this kind of casual attitude is the most unpredictable.

He opened his mouth, and A-Xian, who came to his mouth, changed into: "... foster father."

The voice was hoarse beyond words.

Qiu Yun raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "Just come back."

After finishing speaking, he yawned: "It's getting late, I will arrange for someone to clean up your room tomorrow, and I will wrong you to find an inn tonight."

"Ah... adoptive father, can I, can I make a bed in your room for a night?" Ding Yuan restrained his feelings and looked expectantly at the man whose face hadn't changed at all. Back then, A-Xian doted on him like that. After sharing the same bed twice, now... now, you probably won't reject him, right?

"No way." Qiu Yun said with a smile: "Xiao Yuan, you have grown up, you can't cling to your adoptive father anymore."

Although Ding Yuan was prepared, there was still a huge gap at this moment.

The way the other party looked at him was the same as five years ago, treating him as the boy who lacked love, gentle and tolerant, but his words were full of life.

Bitterness spread in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it, he could only probe in a negotiating tone: "It's so late, the inn should have closed."

"That's it." Qiu Yun pondered for a moment: "Then follow me."

A huge surprise hit Ding Yuan suddenly, making him unable to react for a while.

It wasn't until the other party urged him that he trotted up with the corners of his lips raised, but he didn't want the other party's steps to turn, and before the smile disappeared on his face——

"You make do with Ping An for the night first, but I have to remind you that you promised to teach him how to weave rabbits, and then ran away, and he was very angry. This kid has a stubborn temper and is not easy to coax. You have to be mentally prepared."

"..." The corners of Ding Yuan's lips dropped a little bit, and even the steps under his feet felt as heavy as a thousand catties: "Ah, foster father, do you have anything you want to ask me?"

"I can probably guess that you have the evil spirit and bloody smell all over your body. You must have gone to join the army. You can come back at this time..." Speaking of this, Qiu Yun paused: "Has Jiangzhou been destroyed by King Yun? I thought you went to Guanzhou, but I didn’t expect you to join King Yun’s command.”

Ding Yuan lowered his head guiltily, and pursed his lips: "I'm sorry."

Qiu Yun stopped, turned around, and looked gently at the person who was already as tall as him.

The thin and taciturn boy in his memory has grown up, he has swept away the gloom and low self-esteem of the past, and has become mature, strong and stern, and he feels very relieved: "You don't need to say sorry to me, back then I only verbally recognized you as my son, But you didn't drink your wedding tea, so you don't have to blame yourself."

The author has something to say: Qiu Yun: My son has grown up, and I am very relieved.

Ding Yuan: ...the tears now are all from my brain back then.