Quick Transmigration: Don't be the hero of the show

Such blunt and ambiguous words made Yan Mingxiu feel a sense of humiliation, he raised his head angrily, but looked into a pair of calm eyes.

There was no pity, no charity, it seemed that he just wanted to care about a future colleague in a flat manner.

At this time, Jiang Yiqiu also saw clearly the bloodshot and wet tears in the general's eyes.

He suddenly felt a little distressed.

The bright moonlight fell on the revived city, and the noise of joy from the common people could be vaguely heard.They never cared who ruled the city.

"Surrendering generals in the next realm is not worth worrying about." Yan Ming practiced the ceremony and wanted to leave.

"General Yan." Jiang Yiqiu stopped him, and even took the man's hand, his tone was unhurried, "Can you talk to me?"

Yan Mingxiu was quite dissatisfied with his familiar attitude, but due to his status, he couldn't refuse him, so he could only stay here with Jiang Yiqiu to blow the cold wind.

"How does the General view death?"

Yan Mingxiu was taken aback, he really didn't expect him to ask such a question.

During this short period of thinking, countless questions that the other party might have flashed through his mind, such as those that were ironic, or those that took the opportunity to seek information.

But it was very strange that what Jiang Yiqiu asked him was the big truth of life and death.

He thought for a while, but he couldn't think of any good answer. He only picked the most common answer: "When I serve the country, I put life and death aside when I go to the battlefield."

Jiang Yiqiu laughed: "You know that's not what I want to hear."

Yan Mingxiu was taken aback for a moment, thinking that this guy was really difficult to deal with, but he still replied patiently: "The end will not be known."

"People say that General Yan is both loyal and brave, and he will never surrender, and will only die for the country with his own body."

Yan Mingxiu's face froze for a moment, and his eyes wandered a bit: "The words of outsiders are not to be believed."

"Really?" Jiang Yiqiu looked at him thoughtfully, "I don't know how true or false you are at this moment?"

"If the general thinks it is true, it is true; if it thinks it is false, it is false. It is useless for the general to speak too much."

Jiang Yiqiu exhaled slowly, and quickly turned into a puddle of white air in the cold winter: "Well, I hope the general will have figured it out when I return to the capital with me."

The words full of hints and threats came out of Jiang Yiqiu's mouth, which seemed like lingering love words. Yan Mingxiu looked at his handsome and young face, and was a little lost for a while.

When he came back to his senses, a glass of wine was stuffed in his hand at some point.

Produced in the south of the Yangtze River, made of peach blossoms.

After more than two full months, he did not see Jiang Yiqiu again. He heard that the general led the iron cavalry and drove straight in, broke through several cities with lightning speed, and approached the emperor's feet.

The emperor had to cede land to pay compensation, and his already vulnerable strength is now lingering.

By the time Jiang Yiqiu's class returned to the court and took Yan Mingxiu back to another capital, it was already spring.

His face was a little rougher than when he first saw it, with unshaven beard on his face, and his armor was newly replaced, but it couldn't hide the strong smell of blood at all.

In Yan Mingxiu's mind, the image of this man killing the enemy involuntarily appeared in his mind, which should be heroic and frightening.

"Why, seeing me so happy, you even forgot to salute?"

Jiang Yiqiu stood at the door, his shadow stretched out on the ground by the sunlight.

Yan Ming practiced the etiquette, and said in a neutral manner: "The last general congratulates the general on his return with a great victory."

Jiang Yiqiu looked at the young man in front of him. Yan Mingxiu, who had taken off his military uniform, was much more handsome than before, and his spirit was also much better than before.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face: "It seems that Mingxiu is having a good time these days."

Such an intimate address made Yan Mingxiu a little uncomfortable, so he could only reply politely: "Thanks to the general."

Jiang Yiqiu came over, sat down opposite him, stared at him for a while, and suddenly said: "You are even more handsome."

Yan Mingxiu frowned, with displeasure written all over his face: "What do you mean, General?"

"It's nothing, it's just a joke." Jiang Yiqiu waved his hand, "Since I came back with a big victory, it's only natural for Mingxiu to accompany me to have a meal."

This obviously has other meanings.

Yan Mingxiu was silent for a while, then asked again: "There are so many people who are willing to celebrate for the general, why is the general so embarrassing?"

"Those reckless people, don't know anything." Jiang Yiqiu rarely showed a look of disdain on his face, "Give them some good wine and meat, and they will be happy on their own. How can they talk to me."

Yan Mingxiu thought about it, but he didn't deny anything.

"Tonight, Chunming Building." Jiang Yiqiu leaned over and winked mischievously at him.

After all, he still had to go, and it was still a bit chilly in early spring, so Yan Mingxiu casually put on a coat and went out.

Chunming Building was originally the largest restaurant in the city, but after years of wars, it was requisitioned by the imperial court and became a place for soldiers to drink.

Jiang Yiqiu had already been waiting in the room, seeing him coming, he had nothing to hold back, he patted the seat beside him directly: "Mingxiu, come and sit here."

The soldier next to him cast a strange look, which made Yan Mingxiu feel terrified: "Please forgive me for not daring."

Jiang Yiqiu stood up, took his hand and sat down in a daze: "Oh, it's just the two of us here, so who can show so many rules?"

After a few glasses of wine, Jiang Yiqiu began to talk more, chatting with Yan Mingxiu about things on the battlefield. At one time, it was the general who refused to obey the military order because of his noble background, and at the same time, it was the enemy general who was so resourceful that he almost died. After losing the battle, he did not treat Yan Mingxiu as an outsider at all.

Hearing these words, Yan Mingxiu was a little scared, so he had no choice but to put some vegetables in Jiang Yiqiu's bowl: "General, eat more."

Jiang Yiqiu seemed overjoyed, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled openly: "I knew Mingxiu cared about me."

It's all about.

He was full of wine and food, and Jiang Yiqiu's words hadn't passed away, and the soldiers outside also retreated at some point.

The general who returned from the great victory hummed a few tunes he heard from nowhere, tilted his head, and fell on Yan Mingxiu's shoulder.

"General!?"

Hot flashes of breath sprayed on his neck, with some obscure thoughts.

"Well... Mingxiu, let me... let me lean on."

Yan Mingxiu didn't know if he was really drunk or pretended to be drunk, but no matter what, he had no choice but to get away and let his boss's head smash a bloody hole on the ground.

But what I didn't expect was that Jiang Yiqiu got worse, even leaned his arms up, and snuggled into Yan Mingxiu's arms.