Kuai Chuan: I was picked up by the sickly male protagonist again

That face is all over my head.

He simply put down the memorial in his hand, closed the door, got up and walked to the bookshelf beside him.

At this moment, if this state continues to approve, it is obviously impossible to handle government affairs well. Long Xu has never forced himself to review memorials when the state is not right.

Both the country and the people are too irresponsible.

He wants to be a wise king, because that person said, I hope he can become a wise king who is diligent in government and loves the people.

He wants to make that person happy.

The tall bookshelf is full of books about governing the country and imperial courts, as well as some topography, but these are not what Long Xu is looking for at the moment.

His eyes quickly scanned the bookshelf, and he raised his hand to take a book off the shelf, and a small mechanism suddenly appeared in the bookshelf.

After pressing the switch, several hidden compartments slowly opened on the bookshelf.

The dark compartment is full of books without titles, and there are several picture scrolls.

Long Xu reached out and took out a book from inside and opened it. What caught his eyes was a painting that was quite old and immature.

On the page of the book is a handsome young man wearing a battle armor and sitting on a tall horse, leading a group of soldiers to return in triumph.

Both sides of the road were crowded with people who came to welcome the news, and their faces were filled with joyful smiles.

The faces of the soldiers were also full of joyful smiles after the victory.

Everyone had bright smiles on their faces, except... the young man in battle armor who rode at the forefront.

There was no smile on his face, and he couldn't even see half a smile. It seemed that this victory had nothing to do with him.

Looking at some yellowed paintings on the pages of the book, Long Xu couldn't help falling into memories.

That was the first time he saw him, when he was very young, only 12 years old.

The palace maids and eunuchs would often mention in his ears how majestic this young general was, how many military exploits he had made at such a young age, and how frightening the enemy was.

Therefore, when he was still young and was not favored and bullied every day, he looked forward to and admired this young general who was only six years older than himself.

That day when I heard that the great general Su Lang had returned from a great victory, the people all over the city lined up to greet him, the scene was really spectacular.

Out of curiosity, he changed clothes with Xiao Guazi, dressed as a little eunuch and sneaked up to the city wall to see the legendary general.

He originally thought that the general must have a beard, a hulking back, tall and mighty, because that's how the court ladies described him.

But he didn't expect that he was such a handsome and handsome young man, who didn't look like the invincible mighty general in the rumors.

It is also completely inconsistent with the appearance he imagined.

After confirming with the palace people next to him several times, he finally believed that that was the great general of the dynasty.

But even though they have won the battle, why is the general who is a great hero not happy at all?

The people in the palace next to him told him that the general was never smiling, and he never smiled every time he won a battle. It wasn't that he was unhappy, but he didn't like to laugh.

But he didn't believe this statement, because he felt that the general was not happy.

His eyes were full of disappointment and sadness, without a trace of joy.

After returning to the residence, he told the incident to the court ladies and eunuchs who played well, no one believed it, and everyone just laughed at him because he read too many story books and thought about it all day long.

But he always remembered the scene he saw on the city wall, and those eyes full of disappointment and sadness, which he couldn't forget.

At night, I quietly drew the scene imprinted in my mind on the small notebook I specially used to paint flowers and plants.

Later, every time he improved his painting skills, he would repaint that painting again.The more pictures the better, the whole book is full of that picture.

He thought about showing those paintings to the hero in his heart, and then asking him why he was unhappy.

But since then, he has never had the chance to see that general again.