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

The festivities at the Prince's Mansion were lively and lively until before the curfew. In the side courtyard, Wen Heyin was sitting on the porch and yawning sleepily. A servant came and took him to the backyard to wait in front of Yan Guo's carriage.

Wen Heyin saw and had to wait again, leaning against the carriage boredly, took out an oiled paper bag from his arms, opened it and ate the sweet-scented osmanthus cake inside, at this moment, the sound of greedy swallowing came, Wen He Yin Xun looked over and saw a thin young man in sackcloth standing next to the previous carriage. He was staring at the pastry in Wen Heyin's hand, as if he was very hungry.

After being discovered, the boy quickly withdrew his gaze, hunched 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? Here, here you are."

"Ah, ah,...." The young man was frightened and took a step back in fright. "Let's eat." Wen Heyin Diandian said the pastry in his hand, "You're welcome."

"Really, is it really edible?" The boy swallowed. "Yes." Wen Heyin stuffed the pastry into the young man's hand. The young man thanked him again and again, took the pastry and devoured it. When he raised his hand, bruises and scars appeared on his slender wrist. "Huh?" Wen Heyin saw it, and asked suspiciously, "What's the matter with the injury on your hand?"

"what."

The boy swallowed the pastry, tugged at his sleeve, and said in embarrassment, "Yes. I made a mistake, my young master beat me."

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

Unexpectedly, the young man was even more surprised than him: "We are slaves, our bones are contemptible, and if the children are not going well, we will naturally have to beat them twice to vent our anger."

Wen Heyin muttered: "What kind of talk is this?"

The young man said weakly: "Isn't it all like this? If the deed of sale is in the hands of others, we are not free, but just a dog next to the master. They look down on us from the bottom of their hearts, and think that we are just Just slaves."

Wen Heyin: ...

While speaking, the young man suddenly pushed him with a panicked face: "Go quickly, my young master!

Wen Heyin had no choice but to go back to Yanguo's carriage. He folded his arms and looked there. He saw a handsome, about 19-year-old dude walking up to the young man with bowed eyebrows. The young man squatted down hurriedly. , the young man stepped on the young man's knee and got into the carriage, and then the carriage swayed to the outside of the mansion.

Wen Heyin saw something with sharp eyes, stepped forward a few steps, and picked up a money bag with brocade pattern on the ground - it just fell from the young master.

Without hesitation, he trotted to stop the carriage, startled the groom, and shouted loudly: "What are you doing? Do you want to die?"

"Your master lost his purse." Wen Heyin said loudly, neither humble nor overbearing.

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

Wen Heyin stood still, and the servant next to him quickly shouted: "Did you hear that? Our young master is calling you over!"

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

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

Wen Heyin said: "Young son of the Yan Kingdom."

The young master's eyes moved slightly, and his expression changed immediately. After all, the glory of the Duke of Yan cannot be achieved just by trying to climb it. Great thing?

The young master thought aloud, reached for the purse, opened it, took out an ingot of gold and handed it to Wen Heyin: "My reward, if your master asks where the gold came from, you should say it is the son of the Yuan family." , Yuan rewards, your master must know that my uncle is the head of the Juan Division, he is the emperor's confidant, and the emperor's favorite person!"

Wen Heyin didn't feel any fluctuations in his heart: "Oh"

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

Wen Heyin collected the gold, turned around and forgot Yuan Baode's words, but the word "cheap slave" that the young man said still lingered in his ears.

He went back to the carriage sullenly, and found Mu Zhiming standing there watching. When he heard the sound of the crane, Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "Where did you go?"

"Return the things." Wen Heyin said.

"Come." Mu Zhiming dragged Wen Heyin into the carriage, smiled and took out two things wrapped in clean silk handkerchiefs from his sleeves, he opened one of them and handed it to Wen Heyin, "Look, I'll give it to you." What good things did you bring?"

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

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

"Yes." Mu Zhiming smiled wantonly, "I stole two yuan from the banquet, one for you and one for Sister Caiwei."

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

Mu Zhiming was puzzled why Heyin made such a statement, suddenly rolled his eyes, and said seriously: "I don't like you."

Wen Heyin: ...

Mu Zhiming smirked, imitating Wen Heyin's tone back then: "Hey, it's really distressing to have an outstanding temperament. I can understand that you like me, but this kind of thing is about pleasing two people."

Wen Heyin: "...Master, you are so vengeful, how long has it been?"

Mu Zhiming staggered with belly laughs: "Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge!"

When the ice and snow melted and spring began, the virtuous king Fu Ji'an came to Qiongzhou to rescue the disaster in person, and his reputation was unrivaled for a while, even the prince of the East Palace Fu Qi could not compare.

From spring to summer, in June, the war between the Northeast and Gouji had been settled for less than half a year, and the Xirong tribe in the northwest invaded again. Gu Heyan led the melting flame army to rush from the northeast to the northwest to fight against the barbarians. Their iron cavalry could not even step into the territory of Dajin.

The war has been stalemate for a year. Due to the difficulty in supplying food and grass in winter, the Xirong people no longer hold back stubbornly, and they huddled back outside the Great Wall with their defeated soldiers.

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

Sixteen generals of Rongyan collectively petitioned for orders. Due to the snow and frost outside the Great Wall, the head coach Gu Heyan suffered from physical injuries, and begged the emperor to call Gu Heyan back to Beijing to recuperate from his illness.