After I traveled through the book, I spoiled the anorexic prince

At the age of fifty-one, Wei followed his master, who had changed his identity, to the military camp. Because he was too young, he and his master, who was less than fourteen years old, were left to serve as cooks at the rear guard of the military camp.

His master learned the skill of making fire, and he learned the skill of cooking.

After his master had been in the barracks for three months, he volunteered to go to the front as a soldier charging into battle. However, he was still too young, so he could only watch his master and the other Moyi Guards fighting in the bloody battlefield.

He could not go to the battlefield, so he could only find ways to use the limited supplies to replenish their strength every day. Two years passed like this.

He watched his master climb higher and higher, and as the familiar people around him became fewer and fewer, he became more and more panicked.

He practiced hard day and night the skills of secret guards and killers, as well as marching and fighting skills, and was finally allowed to go to the battlefield when he was nearly fourteen years old.

However, the day he longed for day and night to fight alongside his master did not come as he wished.

Because his master is missing.

He disappeared into the military camp with a team of a hundred men.

No one knew what they did.

Of the hundred Black-robed Guards who had secretly followed him from Yandu to protect his master, about twenty had died in battle in the previous two years. When he was able to go to the battlefield, about thirty had disappeared with his master.

It was in the third month after the disappearance of this team of 100 men that the southern battlefield, which had been winning and losing at times, finally achieved a long-lasting victory.

The morale of the army was high and everyone was cheering.

Only Wei Wu looked up and asked Wei Lin in the bright summer night, "Boss, why do you think this is happening?"

He started to join the military camp at a very young age. In this hard-working environment with scarce supplies, his height did not grow and he remained short.

Only when you look up at Wei Lin's eyes at that moment, you suddenly realize that he has grown up.

He is no longer the child who always missed his master and wanted his master to accompany him a few years ago.

He would worry and think about the reasons behind the victory.

I still miss the master who has been missing for three months.

But he learned to endure.

Wei Lin rarely relaxed his expression. He rubbed the child who had grown up under his watch and yet seemed to have never grown up. His tone was as gentle and soft as that summer night: "The master has his own way to go. No one can influence him."

Hearing his words which were exactly the same as they were back then, Wei Wu's eyes instantly turned red.

He is fifteen this year, and the only thing that has helped him in the transition from fourteen to fifteen is Wei Lin's seemingly gentle but actually heavy teachings.

He didn't like this sentence, just as he didn't like meeting his master again after disappearing.

He held his mouth and went downstairs in anger, and his mind unconsciously emerged of his master, who was dressed in blood, tattered, scarred, and looked abnormal and crazy when they met again.

With red eyes, he turned back and cried, "If that is the master's way, I will stop him even if I risk my life!"

Wei Lin stood on a high place, looking at him in silence. After a long while, he said softly, "Xiao Wu, you are still young."

Fifteen is not young.

At this time, the master had already made great achievements.

He's just not very tall.

Wei Wu walked out feeling aggrieved.

He didn't understand why they kept everything from him.

He also didn't understand. His master, a noble prince of Yan Dynasty, had such a thorny and difficult road ahead.

Wei Lin watched him go away, went upstairs and knocked on the closed door. A cough came from inside: "Come in..."

The young man sitting inside had disordered breathing and looked weak and cold. Wei Linzhixiao knew at a glance that he did not take good care of himself.

He slid the blanket off the boy and tucked him in again: "Master, if you don't want to eat, just rest well. Thinking too much can easily make you nervous."

The flesh on the cheeks of the young man in front of me disappeared completely due to the mental torture in recent days, and he became so thin that he was almost boneless.

The days without memories are like rebirth.

He fell into hell again with the memory of his rebirth. It seemed as if he had really split into two people, one kneeling in the dark March, and the other standing in the bright October.

In the sixth year of Chengning, he met a woman with bright eyes and eyebrows in this gray and bloody world.

Then he pushed her away with his own hands.

From then on, the sky became dim.

There is no more light and shadow in his world.

The image of the bearded man who drank human blood filled Wei Yanshi's mind. He felt nauseous and bent over to cough violently, "Cough, cough - vomit -"

Colorless acid water vomited onto the ground, emitting a pungent and unpleasant smell.

Wei Yanshi felt so uncomfortable that cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He covered his chest with his hands and swallowed his breath. The next moment he started coughing again, and his internal organs seemed to be moving wildly in his chest.

The acid water spread blood all over the floor. He looked up, with bright red blood at the corner of his mouth.

His fingers brushed lightly, Wei Yanshi lowered his eyes to look at the bright red color in his hand, his eyes were filled with endless sarcasm: "Wei Lin, I won't live long, it's just as they wish."

Wei Lin was also frightened by his sudden coughing up of blood. In the past, he just couldn't eat, but he didn't cough up blood.

He stood there in a daze, not coming back to his senses for a long time.

Wei Yanshi closed his eyes tiredly, his voice vague: "Well, it's good to go and accompany them..."

Wei Lin gently woke him up: "Master, let's go back and ask His Majesty to invite the best doctor in the world to treat him."

He was the only person in the entire Moyiwei who knew most clearly what happened to Chun Sanyue, and he could not persuade him to forget.

Sometimes he would feel that the young man in front of him was cruel and ruthless, but more often than not, he just felt that he was helpless and pitiful.

He is the master of the Moyi Guards, the prince of Yan Dynasty, the invincible god on the battlefield of Southern Xinjiang, and the demon that everyone in the South fears...

He has many identities.

The only thing I can’t do is leave something as Miss Gu said.

When you are in heaven, you are born to learn how to cover up.

He couldn't be himself, Wei Lin knew it, and he knew it too.

More than half a month of insolence was long enough. He was no longer needed for the sweep of the South, so he had to go back to the capital.

A corner of the chess game of Breaking the South has been disrupted, and all that's left is for other black pieces to rush in and surround and strangle the opponent.

It depends on his life to break this broken corner.

Wei Yanshi's closed eyes trembled slightly: "Wait a little longer..."

Wait for Wei Wu to come back, wait for me to know what she is going to do.

Let's go back.

How nice it would be if there was no spring March in the sixth year of Chengning...

The fragile and silent prayer was gently blown away by the autumn wind and dissipated in the vast sea of ​​​​heart.

……

When Wei Wu came back, he was holding a bowl of steaming soup.

He knocked on the door gently, and the sweet and sticky aroma of chestnuts in the soup came in through the crack in the door, but Wei Yanshi didn't react at all.

Wei Lin stood by, looking up at the young man sleeping with his eyes closed in the rocking chair. After waiting for a moment, he raised his foot to open the door.

Just as he turned around, the boy opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and bright: "If it's food, bring it in."

Wei Lin paused, a little surprised and a little happy. He took a big step and brought Wei Wu, who was holding the bowl, in.