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

Jiang Yiqiu's class returned to the court, and as a surrendered general, Yan Mingxiu naturally wanted to go with him.

After a quick meeting with His Majesty the Emperor of the enemy country, he was placed in the General's Mansion.

In addition to reading some idle books and writing some poems and songs every day, I stayed with Jiang Yiqiu to discuss the art of war, and the days passed like this day by day.

In the early autumn of the second year of Dongping, the residual heat of summer shone into the house along the carved wooden windows. Although Yan Mingxiu was a surrendered general, the emperor never treated him badly, and gave him some things to worry about.

It has only been a few months since Jiang Yiqiu's victory and return, this ambitious emperor began to think about when he could tear up the treaty and completely unify the Central Plains.

Jiang Yiqiu's official appointment as the General of the Fuguo, he must be the chief general in such a matter.Yan Mingxiu took stock of the food, grass and logistics in the army, and had the illusion that things were right and people were wrong.

General Jiang who was sitting opposite looked up at him: "Mingxiu, do you feel that His Majesty has become a little irritable recently?"

I don't know how many eyes and ears there are in the General's Mansion, Yan Mingxiu didn't dare to say anything more, but only thought about it: "The General thinks it's too early to raise troops at this time?"

Jiang Yiqiu didn't have so many scruples, after all, he had already told the emperor these words.

"At that time, I attacked all the way. It was a great opportunity to unify the Central Plains. Your Majesty issued an edict to recall me. Now that they have half a year to breathe, it will be difficult to attack again."

Yan Mingxiu naturally understood such things, after all, what they were going to attack was his hometown.

"What the general said is not unreasonable, how does His Majesty think about it?"

Jiang Yiqiu threw the pen away, and leaned back on the chair, a little lazily: "Your Majesty thinks that now is a good time to unify the Central Plains. He is rectifying the army and horses, and ordered me to set off in October."

Yan Mingxiu's heart moved: "Now that the morale of the Liang Kingdom is low, it has only gone through the experience of ceding land and paying compensation. I am afraid that the government and the people will be in a bleak situation. It is reasonable for His Majesty to send troops."

Hearing what he said, Jiang Yiqiu just shook his head: "Mingxiu, even you think so, it seems that this battle must be fought."

Yan Mingxiu had to admit that there was indeed his selfishness in it.

The so-called one bang, then decline, three exhaustion.Jiang Yiqiu's approach to the capital of Liang State at the beginning of the year was tantamount to a great shame and shame. Now that the people of Liang State are united, Jiang Yiqiu is afraid that he will lose this battle.

It's not enough, not nearly enough.Yan Mingxiu lowered his head, trying to cover up the murderous intent in his eyes. What he really wanted to do was to bury Jiang Yiqiu's 20 troops in hell!

"What is Mingxiu thinking?" Jiang Yiqiu stood up and sat down beside him.

This general seems to like cuddling and cuddling, like a child who hasn't been weaned yet.

The autumn sun shone on his handsome profile, making him look like a dandy from a family in the capital.

Yan Mingxiu looked at his hands for a while, the thick calluses and some residual scars on the fingertips reminded him how many people from the Liang Kingdom the man beside him had killed.

"I'm thinking of a poem, prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer."

Jiang Yiqiu was taken aback, looked at him, and suddenly said firmly: "When the war is settled, I will accompany you to visit your hometown."

Liang Guo's defeat was only a matter of time. Although Yan Mingxiu wanted to make a final struggle, he didn't think this sentence was too offensive. He just nodded slightly: "Okay."

Jiang Yiqiu leaned close to his ear, and slowly unfolded the map on the desk: "Mingxiu's home is here, a place with green mountains and green waters."

The memory of my hometown has been blurred, it seems that more memory is the bustling capital.It's a pity that Yan Mingxiu never thought it was his hometown.

Where should his hometown be?

At the moment of distraction, the man unconsciously kissed his earlobe lightly: "By then, the one-year period may have come."

Yan Mingxiu was taken aback by the hint revealed in his tone, and almost bumped into it.

Sensing the patrolling soldiers passing by outside, Yan Mingxiu quickly kept a little distance from the general: "Be more serious."

"Mingxiu—" Jiang Yiqiu was extremely wronged, and clamped his chin on the opponent's shoulder, "I feel so uncomfortable."

Yan Mingxiu stiffened his body and turned his eyes in one direction, and as expected, he saw something indescribable.

They stalemate like this for a while, and finally ended with Yan Mingxiu's failure.

He finished everything with a cold face, and the footsteps of soldiers could be heard outside the house from time to time. Jiang Yiqiu even pointed on the map solemnly, as if the two were discussing the art of war inside the house.

Under the desk that no one could see, a big fire had already ignited.

People who have practiced martial arts for a long time are strong and energetic, so they make a fuss until evening.

But recalling these things now, Yan Mingxiu only feels that at that time they just needed each other, not love.

It has not yet reached the point where the dead can live and the living can die.

When going to bed that night, the King of Ghosts got a copy of the Youth League from somewhere.

"Remember this?" He asked Yan Mingxiu.

"Of course I remember, this is not the Youth League."

Jiang Yiqiu blinked: "Then do you still remember how I looked when I ate this stuff for the first time?"

Yan Mingxiu thought for a while: "After the Kingdom of Liang was pacified?"

Jiang Yiqiu sighed helplessly: "Idiot, I killed you at that time."

"It seems to be the same." Yan Mingxiu touched his chest subconsciously, as if the pain from the sword piercing his heart still remained.

"It was when we were planning to pacify the Liang Kingdom, and that day you specifically..."

Yan Mingxiu blushed, but he still remembered the soreness in his palms that day.

The ghost king talked eloquently: "After finishing the work that day, you suddenly said that you wanted to eat green balls, which made me go to the dessert shops in the capital to look for them. It was very easy to find a cook from Liang Guo who can make green balls."

Yan Mingxiu listened to him quietly, and also laughed.

In fact, in that life, he had already given Jiang Yiqiu a hint that he would rebel.

The Qingtuan is a product of the old country. He has never been a greedy person. How could he suddenly choose to eat the Qingtuan on such a day?

Yan Mingxiu suddenly became curious: "At that time, did you ever suspect that I was not sincerely surrendering?"

"Of course I doubted it." The Ghost King said without hesitation, "But there was nothing I could do afterwards. Even if your heart is for Liang Guo, I still love you."

Jiang Yiqiu seemed to recall the pain and entanglement at that time, he held Yan Mingxiu in his arms, and rubbed his lover's shoulder.

Only this habit, from a general to a fool to a cloudy emperor, has never changed.

Yan Mingxiu snorted coldly: "Since you love me, why did you kill me in the end?"

Jiang Yiqiu posted it with a playful smile: "I really loved you back then, and I really wanted to kill you."