The Rebirth Of The General Who Always Sees Himself As A Replacement

The banquet in the prince's mansion was so lively that the banquet ended before the curfew. In the side courtyard, Wen Heyin was sitting in the porch so sleepy that he was yawning. A servant came and led him to the backyard to wait in front of the carriage of Yan Kingdom.

Wen Heyin had to wait again when she saw it, so she leaned beside the carriage boredly, took out an oiled paper bag from her arms, opened it and took the sweet-scented osmanthus cake inside to eat. Yin Xunsheng looked around and saw a small, burlap-clad boy standing next to the carriage in front of him. He was staring straight at the cake in Wen Heyin's hand, as if he was starving.

After being discovered, the boy quickly retracted his gaze, shrank his shoulders and stared at the ground.

Wen Heyin walked over generously and handed him the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand: "Want to eat it? Here, here it is for you."

"Ah, ah,..." The boy was frightened and took a step back. "Eat it." Wen Heyin dipped the cake in her hand, "You're welcome."

"Really, is it really okay to eat?" The boy swallowed. "Okay." Wen Heyin shoved the cake into the boy's hands, the boy thanked him repeatedly, and devoured the cake. When he raised his hand, his slender wrist showed bruises and scars. "Huh?" Wen Heyin saw it and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with the injury on your hand?"

"what."

The teenager swallowed the cake, tugged at his sleeve, and said embarrassedly, "Yes. I made a mistake, my young master beat it up."

"How could your young master beat you?!" Wen Heyin was surprised.

Unexpectedly, the young man was more surprised than him: "We are slaves, and our bones are contemptuous. If we have children, we will naturally have to fight twice to vent our anger."

Wen Heyin muttered, "What is this called?"

The young boy said weakly: "Isn't it all like this? We are not free agents, but we are just a dog beside the master. When they look at us, they all look down on us, and they all think that we are just Just a bastard."

Wen Heyin:  …

When he was talking, the young man suddenly pushed him with a panicked expression: "Go away, my young master.

Wen Heyin had no choice but to go back to the carriage of the State of Yan. He folded his arms and looked at the place. He saw a graceful and luxurious, about nineteen-year-old boy walking to the side of the boy who lowered his eyebrows and bowed his head. The boy was busy squatting. After coming down, the young man stepped on the boy's knees and got on the carriage, and then the carriage swayed to the outside of the mansion.

Wen Heyin saw something in her sharp eyes, took a few steps forward, and picked up a gold-patterned money bag on the ground—the one that fell from the boy just now.

Without hesitation, he trotted to the carriage to stop him, startled the groom, and yelled at him, "What are you doing? Don't die?"

"Your master's purse has fallen." Wen Heyin said loudly, neither humble nor arrogant.

Hearing this, the curtain of the small window of the carriage was lifted, revealing a half-faced face: "Come here."

Wen Heyin stood still, and the servant next to him hurriedly shouted, "Do you hear me? Our young master called you over!"

"Oh." Wen Heyin walked to the carriage and handed over the purse, "You dropped the purse."

The son didn't answer, looked at Wen Heyin, and asked arrogantly, "Whose servant are you?"

Wen Heyin said, "What a prince of the State of Yan."

That young man's eyes moved slightly, and his expression changed immediately. After all, the glory of the Duke of Yan is not something that can be achieved by just wanting to climb it. Great thing?

The young master was so excited, he reached out and took the money bag, opened it and took out a piece of gold and handed it to Wen Heyin: "To reward you, if your master asks where the gold came from, you will say that it is the son of the Yuan family. , Yuan rewarded the Virtue Award, your master must know that my uncle is the head of the Biqi Si, he is the emperor. The confidant of the emperor, the big red man by the emperor's side!"

Wen Heyin's heart didn't fluctuate: "Oh"

"Remember to tell your master that I will reward you with gold." After Yuan Baode emphasized, he put down his veil and the carriage went out of the mansion again.

After Wen Heyin collected the gold, she turned her head and put Yuan Baode's words behind her. Instead, the word "low slave" said by the young man was still in his ears.

He went back to the carriage gloomily, and found Mu Zhiming standing there, looking at the sound of Heyin, Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "Where did you go?"

"Return the things." Wen Heyin said.

"Come." Mu Zhiming dragged Wen Heyin into the carriage, took out two things wrapped in clean silk handkerchiefs from his sleeves with a smile, he opened one of them and handed it to Wen Heyin, "Look, I'll give You brought something good."

Wen Heyin took a closer look: "This is... crab cake?"

It is rumored that it is made from the crab paste of the Chengyang Lake hairy crabs in the golden autumn and October.

"Yes." Mu Zhiming said with a wanton smile, "I stole two pieces from the banquet, one for you and one for Sister Caiwei."

Wen Heyin looked at Mu Zhiming's smile like the bright moon and the breeze, and suddenly said, "Young master, you are so kind to me."

Mu Zhiming was confused as to why Wen Heyin said these words, suddenly rolled his eyes, and said sternly, "I don't like you."

Wen Heyin:  …

Mu Zhiming smirked, imitating Wen Heyin's tone: "Hey, it's really annoying to have outstanding temperament. I can understand if you like me, but this kind of thing is about mutual affection."

Wen Heyin: "...Young master, you hold grudges, how long has it been?"

Mu Zhiming laughed heartily: "It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge!"

When the snow and ice melted and the spring began, the sage king Fu Ji'an visited Qiongzhou for disaster relief, and his reputation was unparalleled, even the Prince of the East Palace, Fu Qi.

In June from spring to summer, the war between the northeast and Gouji was only settled for more than half a year. The Xirong tribe in the northwest attacked again. Gu Heyan led the Rongyan army from the northeast to the northwest to fight the barbarians. Not even half an inch of their iron cavalry could step into the territory of the Great Jin.

The war was stalemate for a year. Due to the difficulty of supplying food and grass in winter, the Xirong people no longer stubbornly resisted, and huddled back outside the fortress with the remnants of defeated soldiers.

In the warm spring of another year, a document was passed from the frontier to the imperial palace in the capital.

The sixteen generals of Rongyan asked for their orders collectively. Due to the snowstorm outside the Great Wall, the coach Gu Heyan's physical pain was difficult to heal, and he begged the emperor to call Gu Heyan back to Beijing to recuperate.