It was late at night, and it had not snowed for several days. Xue Ziqin was lying on the couch and heard the soldiers who occasionally walked outside, their armors rubbing with their movements, and Cen Lixuan's gentle breathing, and... in his chest Restless heartbeat. It was said that he was sleeping with Cen Lixuan, but he was tired all day, but he couldn't fall asleep beside Cen Lixuan.
Cen Lixuan was injured, so naturally he had to be careful. At this time, he was sleeping on the inside, Xue Ziqin was sleeping on the outside, and most of the bed was asleep for Cen Lixuan. Xue Ziqin leaned against the edge of the couch, facing Cen Lixuan sideways, not daring to move, as long as he turned slightly, he might fall off.
Sleeping like this is really suffering, it is better to deal with it by the fire.
There were only two candles left in the general's tent. The light was dim. Xue Ziqin supported his head with his hands. He looked at Cen Lixuan's sleeping face. Inconvenient to move, anyway, sleep a little serious. And the hand on Cen Lixuan's side just happened to touch Xue Ziqin's waist with his tail finger, which made him itchy, so he didn't dare to move.
After all, he also worked hard all day long, but Xue Ziqin fell asleep at some point in his nervous and throbbing heartbeat.
When they got up the next day, the two of them didn't feel anything was wrong. Xue Ziqin still arranged for someone to take care of Cen Lixuan. He went out to hunt by himself. By the way, things in the barracks should also be supervised and supervised. I'm afraid I can't even lift the knife.
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Jiang will be healed in a few days, so he went to express his thanks to Zhong Yi.
Waking up early this morning, Wei Lin groaned. Jiang also put on his shoes and asked, "Why are you sighing in the early morning?"
Wei Lin shook his head and said regretfully, "You are cured."
"Huh?" Jiang looked at him in disbelief. "What? You want me to stay in bed?"
"What nonsense are you talking about, just linger with Wei Lin." Wei Lin glanced at Jiang Ye strangely, "That is, you are cured, and you are going to train again today..."
"If you don't train your tendon, it will become fat." Jiang also said, he had put on his shoes, stood up and moved around, ready to go out.
"Look at the pork belly on your waist, how about me?" Wei Lin retorted unwillingly.
Jiang Ye lifted up the armor confidently, exerted force on his waist, and used all his abdominal muscles. Then he pulled Wei Lin's hand, and he pressed it on his waist involuntarily and said, "Look at it? Look at it? Eight pieces, Touch it carefully."
"Okay, okay, it's not good to announce prostitution in the daytime, it's not good." Wei Lin said with a smile, but his actions were completely different. I saw that he touched the waist a few times, then turned to the side, and scratched lightly on the soft flesh on Jiang Ye's waist, it was so itchy that Jiang Ye immediately retracted and said, "Hey, don't touch it."
Jia Dagang came back from washing outside, holding a basin and a towel in his hand. He didn't hear a word in the preface, just heard "don't touch it", and said in surprise, "So passionate in the daytime?"
"Ah, don't talk nonsense." Wei Lin said. After the joke was over, he remembered his troubles again, and Jiang Ye and the two walked out of the tent and said, "If we think of a way, we don't need to train."
"You think beautifully," Jiang also scolded, "If it weren't for you doing things every day, I think you've become a battalion commander now, and you still have to work so hard?"
"Oh, you blame me for anything." Wei Lin pursed his lips unhappily.
"Then you don't want to train, and you have no ability. Don't you blame me?"
"Hey." Wei Lin shook his head, and in a blink of an eye, the two of them had already grabbed two large white-faced steamed buns from the food distribution area and started eating them.
After a long time, the steamed buns in his hands were almost eaten up. Wei Lin suddenly thought of something, and excitedly patted Jiang Ye on the shoulder and said, "I think about it!"
"Cough, just relax..." Jiang was still eating steamed buns, and he almost choked when he slapped him, so he coughed twice.
"Let's continue to take care of Xiao Mu, so we don't need to train." Wei Lin said.
"Is it possible?" Jiang also frowned, not thinking that this method was feasible, "If Xiao Mu needs our care, General Xue would have come to urge him earlier, and now it is estimated that we are not needed."
"Hey, men are fickle." Wei Lin also felt that Jiang's remarks made sense, sighed, shook his head again, and shoved the last bit of steamed buns into his mouth old-fashioned.
After the two had eaten, they walked to the training ground. There was nothing to say along the way, but Wei Lin kept tinkering with this matter in his mind, just because he didn't want to go to training. Seeing that they were all in front of the training ground, Jiang Ye saw Guo Linchong wrapped in a shabby jacket, standing in the wind. The soldiers who were supposed to be trained in the morning had already arrived seven to eighty-eight, and soon the bugle sounded, and the training was about to begin. After staying here for three years, I have already gotten used to it, and I can see what time it is when I look up at the sky. Jiang Ye was about to raise his hand to say hello to Guo Linchong, when Wei Lin suddenly reached out to stop him without explaining. Fortunately, there were so many people, they didn't make a sound, and Guo Linchong didn't notice.
Jiang was also a little irritable: "What are you doing, are you still playing your wishful thinking?"
"I think we should try it." Wei Lin looked serious.
He also racks his brains and concentrates on things like being lazy.
Jiang also looked up at the sky, but didn't speak. Anyway, Wei Lin was like this, so it was useless for him to object.
Wei Lin continued: "Why don't we go to the general's tent to see, if others don't take good care of it, we can invite ourselves to take office."
"If the general is angry, he will inevitably practice more. You can think about it clearly." Jiang also said lightly, probably because there is nothing to see in the sky, so he turned his attention to the training ground, "Maybe he will be beaten."
Wei Lin looked very distressed. After holding it for a long time, he finally made up his mind and said, "I think it will work."
"Have you figured it out?"
"Then I'll figure it out now." Wei Lin said, pretending to learn from the kind of Taoist priest he had seen before, he really pinched his index finger and thumb, and then pinched them one by one, back and forth several times, and said, "Um... um What are the Taoists reading?"
Jiang also rolled his eyes.
"Well...then..." Wei Lin had already had several rounds in his hands, and after holding it for a long time, he stumbled out the words randomly: "The general is in a hurry, and the old man makes a calculation, good luck, good things are coming!"
Jiang also watched him talk nonsense in a serious manner, one couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.
Wei Lin is the kind of person who thinks of what to do immediately, and even took Jiang Ye and the two to quickly run to the vicinity of the general's tent. Jiang Ye didn't have any bad intentions, and when he saw the general's tent, he honestly planned to enter. Wei Lin did not obey, dragged him to the back of the general's tent, found a position, and brought him with him.
Zuo Jiang also squatted down, making the two of them look like beggars.
Wei Lin lowered his voice and said, "Wait for the old man, first, explore the truth."
"Enough is enough, don't act anymore, you are the only one who plays too much." Jiang also cursed.
The two were very close to the tent, they were hiding behind a certain cabinet, and the shadow of the cabinet was printed on the tent. Jiang Ye was really convinced by Wei Lin. After being in the barracks for so long, he didn't develop a chilling aura in his body. These tricks and tricks were still staggeringly proficient.
But Wei Lin's position was chosen so that Jiang was speechless, and the conversation inside could be heard clearly.
Xue Ziqin woke up in the morning and was about to go out, but just after putting on his military uniform, he was stopped by Cen Lixuan.
"Could my cousin accompany me today?" Cen Lixuan said.
Wei Jiang and the two came at the right time. As soon as they heard the phrase "cousin", the two looked at each other in disbelief. Wei Lin asked angrily, "Is Xiao Mu the general's cousin?"
"You ask me who am I to ask?" Jiang also replied in a sullen voice.
"I'll just ask."
"Then why don't you just count?"
The two of them were about to fight, but Xue Ziqin's voice came from inside: "I'll go get you something to eat, or you'll get better soon."
"But I don't want my cousin to go out today."
"Then..." Xue Ziqin thought about it for a while, and then shouted outside, "Let Vice-General Min go hunt some prey and come back, just tell me my order."
Hearing this, Wei Lin shook his head a little distressedly: "Lieutenant General Min is really miserable, he sews clothes and hunts."
"Then you can go, anyway, you feel bad." Jiang also replied casually.
"Oh, are you jealous?" Wei Lin thief said with a grin.
Jiang Ye was too lazy to answer, and simply slapped Wei Lin on the back of the head.
He had to admire Wei Lin's professionalism in listening to the wall, and he was caught off guard. Wei Lin grinned and covered the back of his head, but did not cry out.
As a result, there was a wordless chat in it.
"Then what do you want me to do here with you?"
"Why not, cousin, tell me a story."
"It's okay to lead troops to fight, but I really don't know how to tell stories." Xue Ziqin's voice sounded a little helpless.
Unexpectedly, a young coquettish voice came out: "Just talk about it."
It's a pity that they can only listen, not watch, and they don't know what the boy did. Anyway, General Xue actually started to talk: "Okay, okay, let me tell you something about my past."
"it is good."
This is cheap for the two of Wei Jiang. When they heard Xue Ziqin open the chatterbox, they didn't have the time to quarrel. It was like hearing about books in a teahouse. If you listened carefully, it was only one machine, two cups of tea, and one more plate. Small melon seeds.
Xue Ziqin treats Cen Lixuan very well. He doesn't have time to make up one or two things in his mind. He starts from his notes: "When I remembered it, I was in the palace..."
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The only thing Xue Ziqin could know about himself was the year of his birth, which was the twenty-ninth year of Mingyuan. But he has an adoptive father, not Xue Changfeng, but another person.
That man was Xue Ziqin's first adoptive father, but he never called him adoptive father, but according to the rules, called him Director Song.
Director Song was the manager of the imperial dining room in the palace during the reign of the late emperor, that is, in the Ming and Yuan dynasties. He was the largest in the imperial dining room. No matter the eunuch and the maids saw him, they had to call him "Director Song" in a proper manner. Of course, this is not just because of the position. If it is not favored by the noble person in the palace, the position is also a false name. Whether others are respected or disrespected, it all depends on the favor.
The reason why Director Song has such a face is because the previous emperor loved his craftsmanship very much, and he led his own meals every day. During the festival, outside the wedding banquet in the palace, even if it is coercion and enticing, it is impossible to use the Director Song. Just for the favor of the late emperor, Director Song had a very comfortable life in the palace.
Xue Ziqin once asked Director Song about his own life experience, but Director Song did not elaborate, and perhaps he did not know the details. He only said that in the twenty-ninth year of the Ming and Yuan Dynasties, he went out of the palace to relax for more than a month. In the name of looking for inspiration, in order to make more delicious dishes, at that time, in a kiln restaurant At the door, he picked up Xue Ziqin who was still in the swaddling clothes.
Counting the months, Xue Ziqin was about more than a month away. It was summer at that time, so whenever the beginning of summer, Director Song would cook some good dishes and add some snacks to celebrate Xue Ziqin's birthday.
He lived a good and comfortable life in the palace. He was the head of the imperial kitchen and would not be involved in any struggles. He lived a good life and was kind. He treated Xue Ziqin like his own son, taught him how to cook, and also Teach him some boxing skills in order to have the ability to protect himself.
After Xue Ziqin became more sensible, he really felt that God had pity on him. He was probably a wild child born by Sister Yao. If he could meet such a good person as Director Song, and treat him as his own, there are a few people in the world who can have it. Such luck
But the good times did not last long. When he was eight years old, the late emperor died. Several princes of the late emperor began to compete for the throne. Xiangcheng was in a mess, and the palace was in crisis. Manager Song took Xue Ziqin to escape the palace all the way.
At this point in the story, if it is really good luck, it may be that Director Song took Xue Ziqin and became a commoner. With his craftsmanship, his life would not be too miserable.
But as the princes seized the throne, wars big and small were unavoidable. The capital city was once full of refugees and soldiers from all walks of life. Although Director Song knew a little bit of work, he would not be able to play a role in this general situation. Comfortable, on the way to escape from the capital, Director Song was killed by the refugees, leaving eight-year-old Xue Ziqin, who pretended to be dead in the dead pile and escaped.
At that time, the gates of the rich were closed, and the poor who had no money were so confused that they didn't even know who to ask for begging. In the so-called troubled times, those with money, power and soldiers are fighting for the position above the ten thousand people, while the common people have only one dead end.
Xue Ziqin hid in the pile of dead for three days. On the fourth day, he dragged his thin body and wanted to go patrolling for food, but he was already at the end of the fight and finally collapsed on the side of the street, dying.
Therefore, it can be said that God's will is unpredictable, and it can be said that there will be blessings after death. General Xue Yuanshan died in the battle to seize the throne, and his son Xue Changfeng took his place and continued to help the current emperor to win the throne, and the Xue family was full of glory. After the overall situation was settled, Xue Changfeng was transferred to the northern garrison. Just as he was passing through the outskirts of the city, the dying Xue Ziqin tried his last strength to reach out and grab Xue Changfeng's feet.
Xue Ziqin became Xue Ziqin, the adopted son of Xue Changfeng, and the current General Xue.