My name is General's Little Uncle

Chapter 32: Where is the girl from?

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The shaking carriage made creaking sounds all the way, which was monotonous and boring.

Wei Yang was holding Xiao Bai in her arms in the car, staring blankly at the scenery outside the car window. From time to time, she could vaguely see the silhouette of a large bird flying across the distant sky. It had been ten days since Yan Gui left, and five days since they left the town.

"Xiaobai, are you bored?"

"Xiaobai, are you annoying?"

"Xiaobai, does the general not want us anymore?"

On the carriage, Wei Yang was bored and lifted up Xiao Bai's front paws to face him. But Xiao Bai just moved his ears proudly and refused to even wag his tail!

"girl."

Konggu, who was standing beside him, called out softly, and Wei Yang was shocked to realize that she had inadvertently mentioned Yan Gui, and she couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

"Miss, the military situation is urgent and the general has no choice. If he arrives a step later, Yancheng may be captured by the enemy, and countless innocent people will die under the enemy's iron hoof." Konggu looked at Weiyang's face and advised carefully.

Along the way, she heard too many stories about him, such as Ding Wu Li Pot and Orchid in the Valley.

When General Yan was twelve years old, he followed his fourth brother to attack Yancheng. At that time, Yancheng was still in the hands of the enemy. That year, his only fourth brother died in battle. General Yan single-handedly attacked the enemy group, went in and out three times, and rescued the seriously injured General Yan. That year, he recaptured Yancheng. When General Yan was eighteen years old, he led three thousand soldiers to flatten the hills of Yanzhou, big and small, and bid farewell to the banditry. That year, his mother died. General Yan personally paved the road and built the first road directly to Liuzhou for the people of Yanzhou. General Yan saved money and built a shelter for the orphans of Yanzhou... ...

The girl sat by the window, the warm autumn sun shining on half of her face, with a smooth and almost transparent purity. Undoubtedly, she was beautiful, beautiful but not coquettish, which made people feel warm.

Youlan looked at the girl in front of her with fascination. She still remembered that when the general was called over, he was so busy that he just hurriedly told them, "Take good care of the girl," before whipping away.

After a while, Youlan finally spoke: "Girl, what are you thinking about?"

Wei Yang retracted her gaze, pursed her lips and smiled: "Listen, the guards of the caravan are singing."

Youlan opened the curtain on the other side and looked out. As expected, those men were singing. Their voices were rough, with a bit of banditry, and mixed with dialects and nonsense from various places.

Konggu couldn't help but twitch his lips. This song is really not suitable for girls to listen to.

Now, they were in Boss He's caravan. Outside the car window were the sounds of men talking and laughing, mixed with the singing that Wei Yang had vaguely heard just now.

They were people Wei Yang had never met before. They were different from the servants in the Su Mansion and the soldiers under Yan Gui.

They seem to be more down-to-earth, living naturally and vigorously.

Konggu stole a glance at Weiyang who was concentrating on listening to the song, and felt more and more strange. If it were an ordinary lady from a wealthy family, she would have been embarrassed and angry, but the girl in front of him didn't care at all.

After a while, Konggu couldn't help but ask, "Are you from Luoshui or the capital?"

Wei Yang came back to her senses and replied softly, "I am from the capital."

Konggu's palms were sweating, and she seemed to be able to hear the thumping of her own heartbeat.

Thinking back to the day when the restaurant mentioned the fire at the Su family, Wei Yang burst into tears. Could it be that...

She didn't dare to think about it, nor did she dare to ask. She just pretended to ask casually and asked tentatively: "What do you call General Yan, young lady?"

Wei Yang pursed her lips, her eyebrows curved: "The general is my uncle."