I was spotted by the heroines while doing the quick-travel mission.

Yang Liu looked at Lingzhi and suddenly smiled. The timid little girl who was brought back now had grown up to this point. So she waved her hand and let her go with relief.

"If you're tired of watching it, you can put it aside and I'll watch it tomorrow."

After saying that, Yang Liu left yawning.

Spring went and autumn came, and the cold winter covered the land with snow. Huangfu Ling had been away for the battlefield for several months. Just when Yang Liu thought that today was calm, the system suddenly sounded an alarm, and the sound was so piercing that Yang Liu's eardrums hurt.

[Warning! Warning! The admiration value of the heroine Huangfu Ling has dropped to 20, and is about to fall to the lowest value. Please carefully attack her, otherwise you will be punished. 】

The screen was filled with red exclamation marks. Yang Liu's eyes and ears hurt as she looked at the red. She closed the page in a hurry. She just pinched her eyebrows to relieve the fatigue after the excessive visual sensory stimulation.

"What's going on?" Yang Liu asked.

[System detection, Huangfu Ling has already met the original male protagonist, the time has been advanced by one and a half years, the host seems to have made a fatal move. ]

The system rarely had emotional fluctuations, and was inexplicably excited about Yang Liu's ease and ease. Yang Liu also felt a headache. Now the two were thousands of miles apart, and she couldn't interfere. She could only worry. After pacing in the room for a while, Yang Liu forced herself to calm down. She could not bear to see each other even if she loved him deeply. As long as Huangfu Ling knew the male protagonist's face, it would be fine. But it would take a year and a half to wait, so there was no need to be nervous. Yang Liu forced herself to calm down and waited for time to pass.

Another year and a half passed, and the army won a great victory at the border. The enemy was defeated and driven out of the border. They wrote letters to ask for peace, and they would be able to return to the court in a few days to meet the emperor and receive rewards. For a time, the young generals who became famous at a young age were praised by everyone, and the girls in the streets and alleys who admired them almost broke down their doors.

Of course, there was no shortage of willows. Yang Zhao performed brilliantly in the army, showing the style of the Yang Family Army. He wielded a spear majestically and killed the enemy without leaving a single piece of armor. His ferocity was so fierce that it could scare a child to tears.

On the day when the city gates were opened to welcome the army into the city, Yang Liu woke up early and changed into nice clothes. He didn't even have to walk out of the door by himself. The crowded crowd pushed and dragged Yang Liu to the street.

People divided into two sides to leave a long street extending straight to the palace gate. All they could hear were the sound of war drums and the sound of horses' hooves trampling on iron stones. The people cheered one after another, praising this achievement. Yang Liu stood in the crowd. She saw the leading general, Yang Zhao, Huangfu Ling, and the male protagonist riding tall horses into the city first, followed closely by the soldiers. The girls' flowers fell on them one by one, and soon the long street was covered with bright flowers.

Yang Liu looked from afar and saw that Yang Zhao had long lost his childishness. His face was cold and his eyes were full of coldness. A quick glance at the crowd fixed on Yang Liu. Yang Zhao finally melted the cold and turned into spring. He smiled, and the unmarried girls' eyes lit up. They blushed and threw the flowers in their hands more accurately and forcefully, inviting Yang Zhao to embrace them.

Yang Liu raised her palm and waved it. Yang Zhao stared at Yang Liu for a long time before he discovered something surprising. Yang Liu seemed to be as tall as the others, or even a little taller. She stood up! ?

Yang Zhao could only keep all his doubts in his heart for the time being and ask for clarification when he returned home.

After a brief eye contact with Yang Zhao, Yang Liu shifted her gaze to the fair-faced young man next to Huangfu Ling. He looked quite decent, and if she hadn't known the plot in advance, she would have thought he was a loyal and good guy.

Yang Liu looked at the culprit who showed up out of nowhere and caused her to lose a few points. She wished she could rush up to pull Huangfu Ling down, grab her collar, and pry open her eyes so that she could see clearly the beast in human skin in front of her.

Unfortunately, Huangfu Ling just waved enthusiastically after seeing Yang Liu, and he had no idea that Yang Liu was feeling overwhelmed with emotions.

Yang Liu looked for a while until she could no longer see their figures, then she dragged her sore leg and walked back slowly with a crutch. After she walked out of the crowd, she was found by Lingzhi who came hurriedly to look for people. When Lingzhi saw Yang Liu limping and staggering in the crowd, trying to avoid the crowd and walk back, she felt regretful and angry. She was angry that Yang Liu did not wait for her to go out first, and regretful that no one helped Yang Liu when she was alone with her leg disability. The two of them were entangled in a quarrel and neither of them could get angry for a while, so they could only lecture Yang Liu in a serious tone like an old nanny, telling her to be more sensible.

Yang Liu felt a little embarrassed for being scolded by the little girl, and knew she was in the wrong, so she sneered and leaned over to Lingzhi's shoulder and started to act pitiful.

"Oh my goodness Lingzhi, my legs hurt so much, can you help me back?"

Yang Liu was in such a state already, Lingzhi couldn't get angry either. He could only resign himself to his fate and help Yang Liu walk back, sighing as he walked, hoping that the Second Young Master would come back and talk to her. He was becoming more and more out of control.

With the help of Lingzhi, Yang Liu successfully returned home. It was almost midnight when Yang Zhao came down from the celebration banquet in the palace. When Yang Liu returned home, she was reading an account book and was drowsy. Yang Zhao walked into the room quietly and tapped the table with his fingers. Yang Liu was startled and quickly woke up from her dream. She also shook her legs subconsciously, like a student who was caught by the teacher in class. She subconsciously looked up and prepared to explain.

But when he looked up and saw that it was Yang Zhao, all his sleepiness disappeared immediately. Yang Liu propped himself up and stood up, reached out to touch Yang Zhao's face and pinched it with his fingers, which made Yang Zhao's face turn red immediately, and he bounced away as if he had stepped on a hedgehog.

"It hurts!"

Yang Zhao didn't even blink when his arm was pierced by a sword on the battlefield. Only when he saw Yang Liu did he look childish, because Yang Liu made an inexplicable movement, covered her face and cried out in pain to others.

"You've grown up and become more shameless. Why did you come back so late? Don't you miss your good brother?"

Yang Liu pretended to be delicate and wiped her face with a non-existent handkerchief. However, she was now dressed like a young master. Her aggressive appearance and shy posture made her look weird no matter how you looked at her. Yang Zhao looked at Yang Liu's distorted face and opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something but stopped. He had expected too much from her and she was as out of tune as ever.

"It's a waste of my talent if I don't go to the stage to sing."

Yang Zhao interrupted Yang Liu's outburst with a light sentence. Yang Liu sighed heavily and sat down on the chair, looking like he was about to die.

"My younger brother has grown up. He doesn't get close to his older brother anymore and he even curses at people. He's not cute anymore."

Yang Liu kept on complaining about Yang Zhao's crimes, but Yang Zhao ignored her and strolled to Yang Liu's side and pinched Yang Zhao's leg. Yang Zhao's muscles were strong and it was obvious that he had gotten better. Yang Liu felt itchy from Yang Zhao's pinching, and before Yang Zhao could ask, Yang Liu answered his questions.

"Aunt Jun felt sorry for me over the years and sought treatment from many famous doctors. She gave me a lot of medicine and injections. Now I don't need a wheelchair and can even walk a few steps with a cane. I was afraid that you were busy with military affairs, so I thought of giving you a surprise. How about it? Are you surprised?" Yang Liu smiled happily.

It was indeed a surprise for Yang Zhao. Yang Liu's legs were a knot in his heart. This person who was confined to a wheelchair and could barely protect herself had done a lot for him. Picking up any one of them would be something he would never be able to repay in his lifetime. Looking at her legs and seeing how heartless she was all day long only magnified the guilt in his heart. He already felt that her legs were injured for the sake of redress.

"You're not fully recovered yet, so why didn't you bring anyone with you when you went for the parade today?" Yang Zhao ignored her boastful words and continued to ask. He knew how difficult it was behind all the medicines and injections she mentioned.

"I got lost and Lingzhi scolded me for a long time." Yang Liu said with a bitter face.

"Ganoderma lucidum?"

Yang Zhao heard a strange name from Yang Liu's mouth, and from what she said it seemed that they had a good relationship.

"The girl I rescued when I went to the building was quite smart, so she stayed by my side to serve me. But I didn't want her to serve me. I wanted her to manage the business with my cousin, but she refused to do it and I couldn't persuade her at all."

Speaking of Ganoderma Lucidum, Yang Liu was somewhat amused and helpless, but Yang Zhao grasped the key point from Yang Liu's words, which was not the key point at all.

"You visit a brothel and buy girls?"

If Yang Zhao hadn't known that Yang Liu was a girl, everyone would have despised her for being so reckless and casual.

"Ah?" Yang Liu was also puzzled by Yang Zhao's special focus. Thinking of the incident in the brothel before Yang Zhao left, she felt a little embarrassed and hurried to smooth things over for herself.

"I see she is an innocent family, and I can't let such a poor girl be abused by those beasts."

Yang Liu felt justified in her anger. After all, she also visited brothels, and in the eyes of others, she was no different from those lechers.

"I know you are not a child anymore, so try not to go to those places. I don't know why you always dress up as a man, but you are quite famous in Beijing. If people find out, it will definitely cause a big uproar." Yang Zhao said to Yang Liu in a serious tone.

Yang Liu looked at the child who was a little awkward when they said goodbye and in the blink of an eye he grew up to be half a head taller than her. He also began to weigh the pros and cons. Some families feel happy to see their children grow up. It is indeed a great achievement if they are not raised in the wrong way.

"I know my limits. Don't worry. You just came back. I will definitely host a nice reception for you tomorrow and call everyone to come. You can catch up with your cousin and Lanzhi. And Ling'er, how are you doing in the army? Has anything happened?"

Yang Liu took the opportunity to turn the topic to Huangfu Ling. If they were to talk about understanding, Yang Zhao, who lived and ate with several people in the army, knew him best. It would be better to learn what she wanted to know from him than to try to find out indirectly by herself.

"Ling'er...it's hard to tell. It's too late today. I'll tell you tomorrow."

Yang Zhao took the initiative to pause the topic, reached out to take the account book in Yang Liu's hand and folded it neatly, then he grabbed her arm and lifted her up to take her to bed.

"If I hadn't come, some people would have dreamed of meeting Zhou Gong. Go to sleep."

Yang Liu was first forced to sleep by Lingzhi's nagging, and then was urged to go to bed by Yang Zhao who lifted her arm and carried the bed. She felt that now in their eyes, she was probably a very troubled patient, who made people worry about her. Yang Liu wanted to cry but had no tears. She was a middle-aged woman with a total age of nearly 40 in her past and present lives. It was inexplicable shame for her to be taken care of by a group of children like a child. Yang Liu felt embarrassed for the first time in a long time.

"Actually, I know what's going on. You don't have to be like this... Just give me some face."

Yang Zhao raised his eyebrows and raised his voice.

"Face? When have you ever cared about it?"