What should I do if I see the male protagonist? [Transmigration Book]

The smooth official road is dusty.

A pair of tall horses with shiny coats and strong bodies galloped quickly through the center of the official road. The riders on the horses were all wearing dark leather armor, with a longbow on their backs, daggers on their waists, and A forehead guard made of the same material as the leather armor.

They were all young, with deep but indescribably sharp eyes, dark complexion, and resolute and handsome eyebrows.

In front of these young men who looked like they were elite cavalrymen was a middle-aged man in germanium red shorts. with a handful of beards.

Unlike his sister.

Shang Yujiang Tian has a square face that makes people look easy to like, his appearance doesn't match Yin Shengle's many assumptions, he doesn't look like someone who commands a million-dollar army The Generalissimo of the Northwest is more like an ordinary middle-aged scholar who strayed into the barracks.

Yin Shengle took the horse that his uncle gave him, stood outside the gate of the capital, and looked at the group of people galloping towards this place from a distance. The hand holding the rein is long and wide, with a thick palm, and from his wrist, the arm hidden under the rough linen clothes slightly bulges out the arc of muscles, which looks very powerful and steady.

Riding on horseback, he seemed to be walking on flat ground, as stable as a mountain.

far away.

Shang Yujiang also saw the young man holding a horse and guarding outside the city gate.

Yin Shengle's stature was already very prominent for his age, and his eyebrows and eyes reminded Shang Yujiang of his sister whom he hadn't seen for many years.

A sense of closeness could not help but surge in my heart.

The slender boy in black wore a dagger gifted by his mother on his waist, and waved his hand in the direction of Shang Yujiang excitedly: "Uncle!"

Marshal of Northwest Marshal's entry into the court was originally a big event. The emperor wanted to take the civil and military ministers to meet his brother-in-law outside the capital, but was stopped by Queen Shang: "It's not about offering prisoners. There hasn't been any war in the north recently. Going back to Beijing to report a job, just to reunite with the whole family, why is there such a big fight?"

Her anger hadn't subsided yet, and it was inevitable that she would become a little bit annoyed when she spoke to the emperor: "Besides, he is a courtier. You, the monarch, welcome you in person, and you want to bring the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty with you? Do you think it's a businessman?" Isn't there enough gossip?"

The emperor was helpless, and did not dare to stroke the empress Shang's beard, which was obviously exploded, so he dismissed his thoughts embarrassingly, and just in time to catch Yin Shengle, who was about to skip work and slip away to the Imperial Academy, ordered him to He went out of the city to pick up his uncle, so he was not rude, but also seemed close to both sides.

"Uncle." Yin Shengle hung the whip on the saddle and strode forward, "You've come, my mother has been talking about you every day lately."

Shang Yujiang reined in the reins, stopped five steps away from Yin Shengle, got off the horse, raised his hands, and stopped the bowing motion of this nephew who had never met before: "I haven't returned home for a long time, In my heart, I also miss my empress and Your Majesty very much."

As he got closer, Yin Shengle realized that his uncle actually looked four to five points like his own mother, but his eyebrows were very thick and rough, with high eyebrow arches, which were very conspicuous.

"Of course there are two other Highnesses." Shang Yujiang's gaze stayed on Yin Shengle's face for a long time, and a layer of bright tears slowly appeared in his eyes, "The Seventh Highness is very similar to the empress."

Yin Shengle felt that his uncle was probably acting a little strange because he hadn't seen his family for a long time, so he smiled heartily and said, "Why do you have to be so divided as a family? Uncle just calls me by my name, or Xiaoqi, I My parents and sisters also call me that way."

Shang Yujiang paused, and then laughed: "Xiaoqi."

Yin Shengle was happy now, he took the charcoal behind him and gnawed boredly on the weeds on the roadside: "Look, uncle, this horse was given to me by you back then, I raised him very well, he called ..."

Yin Shengle choked up.

The name "Heitan" doesn't seem very imposing when he said it. He originally chose it casually at the time, and planned to choose a more prestigious name in the future.

Fortunately, Yin Shengle's mind was spinning quickly, he just paused for a moment, and continued as if nothing had happened: "His name is Black Xuanfeng!"

Heitan, who lowered his head and gnawed at the grass, shook his ears, but didn't respond to the name at all.

But it doesn't matter, as long as I'm not embarrassed, then... well, it seems that my uncle didn't notice anything unusual.

Shang Yujiang kept smiling, and the kindness in his eyes was almost the same as when Empress Shang looked at her own cub: "It's a good name."

He also patted his beloved horse on the neck: "Uncle hasn't studied much, and this old guy has been with me for many years, his name is Da Hong."

Yin Shengle: ...

Not as good as black charcoal.

The first meeting between the nephew and uncle can be said to be very harmonious.

Yin Shengle is open-minded and good at talking, when he is not disturbed by the poisonous blood in his body, he is the favorite sweet-mouthed junior of the elders; and Shang Yujiang is not a rigid person, although he does not talk about various customs and wars in the north. What elegant and subtle diction, but the rebirth is lively and interesting, and Yin Shengle can't stop crying when he hears it, his eyes keep shining.

"Uncle, wait for me for a while, I'll call someone."

When passing by the Imperial Academy, Yin Shengle still hadn't forgotten that he was going out to look for Shen Hui today.

Empress Shang's metaphorical order transferred Shen Hui to a small county in the north, and Shen Hui had been doing book repairs in the Imperial Academy before, so it wasn't too troublesome to hand over, but his superiors and colleagues were very friendly. Explain why Shen Huihui, who has a bright future and is accompanied by the prince, will be transferred to the north, but the emperor has no intention of refuting the metaphor of the middle palace, and they can only follow it.

But these Hanlin officials still showed a lot of reluctance to Shen Hui, keeping this one for a while, giving that one a few farewell poems, and then someone will explain to him in detail the benefits of accumulating qualifications in places, so as to reassure him. Come on, the things that could have been handed over in a day or two will be delayed longer and longer.

Anyway, I heard that Marshal Shang is going back to Beijing to report on his duties, maybe editor Shen will go to the north with him at that time, don't be in a hurry, since there is no urging from the palace, let's delay it for a few more days.

So, as soon as Yin Shengle entered the Imperial Academy, he saw an old man with a beard dragging to his chest holding Shen Hui's hand with tears in his eyes: "Well, although it is easy to make political achievements in the north, but in the Imperial Academy In the courtyard, you can often have the opportunity to meet the saint... Mr. Shen has gone, and he doesn't know when he will come back, alas... I have quietly asked that the place Mr. Shen is going to is not only It is remote, and there are bandits around, Mr. Shen..." He glanced around a few times with mischievous eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "Did the Seventh Highness not keep you?"

Shen Hui shook his head: "Master Wu is too worried. If he can leave Beijing and go to the north to become a parent official, it will be a rare experience for the younger generation. His Highness knows the ambition of the younger generation, so it's not that he doesn't stay, but he never Stop me."

This old man is Wu Hanlin who quietly took refuge in Yin Shengle. In his opinion, Shen Hui, as the companion of the Seventh Prince, should be valued more by the Seventh Prince than himself, who had taken refuge with him halfway. How could he be silent? The land was transferred to the north... Could it be that he was finally rejected by the bad-tempered Seventh Prince?

Since he can do the operation of standing in line with the prince in advance, he is naturally not a square and polite person. It's just that even if Wu Hanlin has speculative thoughts, he is really timid, otherwise he wouldn't have waited so many years before taking refuge in him. Yin Shengle, the prince who seems to have a chance of winning, has a bright face.

He came here this time to test whether Shen Hui has lost Yin Shengle's attention: "But it's too bitter and cold here in the north, Mr. Shen, why don't you go and ask the Seventh Prince to find a more comfortable place?" .”

However, before he could wait for Shen Hui's answer, an unharmonious voice broke in first: "Wu Hanlin, you live in a comfortable place, and you don't want to make progress, but don't judge others by yourself. "

Yin Shengle frowned and looked at Wu Hanlin with displeasure.

Wu Hanlin was startled, and rolled his eyes. He was clever, and he didn't show that he was too close to Yin Shengle, but smiled contemptuously: "Isn't this minister worried about Mr. Shen?"

"You don't need to worry." Yin Shengle gave him a warning look, looked away, and when he turned to Shen Hui, he showed a smile full of eyes full of intoxication, "This time, my highness will go to the north with my uncle. It happens to be not far from the place where Mr. Shen is."

Wu Hanlin suddenly realized: "It turns out that this is because the minister is narrow-minded."

It turns out Master Shen is going to accompany this ancestor to the north!

Wu Hanlin felt that he had realized it.

Yin Shengle didn't say any more. When he went back to the north, he planned to keep Chen Ping in the capital, contact people like Wu Hanlin who secretly took refuge in him, and also monitor them for any changes after he left the imperial capital.

Although even if he left, some Empress Shang would keep an eye on the fourth and fifth princes and others, but... Yin Shengle felt that he had to have his own people guarding him, so that he could feel at ease.

After all, once the things that I secretly planned without telling my parents are exposed, I am afraid that it will usher in a mixed doubles meal after a long absence.

Leaving the Hanlin Academy.

Yin Shengle told Shen Hui: "I went out to pick up my uncle just now, and now my uncle is outside. He will go back after he has finished his duties. Then we will go with him. Now you get to know each other first, and we can only get to know each other when we get to the north, right?" ?”

When Shang Yujiang saw Shen Hui, he first praised his nephew's companion as "a scholarly student", then changed the subject and said: "This kid has a temperament very similar to my military adviser, but he came to Beijing in a hurry this time. I am not in good health, so I did not follow, and you will know when I meet you in the north."

Shen Hui naturally gave in a few words politely.

Shang Yujiang patted his nephew on the shoulder and pointed to Shen Hui: "Hey, this kind of modesty is like it!"

Yin Shengle was a little curious about his uncle's military advisers, but he didn't want to be outdone: "Ah Hui is so smart, he is the Tanhua Lang of Jinke! I heard from the elders of the cabinet that if he wasn't too young, He's so handsome, he can't run away even if he appoints a number one scholar!"

"Ouch! Then, Ah Hui, when you get to the north, you have to compare yourself with the military division!" Shang Yujiang laughed, raised his hand, and patted Shen Hui's shoulder habitually, patted the latter staggeringly, and hurriedly Withdrawing his hand, "Hiss... are all of you scholars so weak?"

He was full of fear, as if he had just touched something precious and fragile, he took a step back cautiously, and felt relieved when he saw Yin Shengle supporting him.

"It's because the juniors neglected to exercise on weekdays. It's not the marshal's fault."

Shen Hui didn't ride a horse, and at Yin Shengle's request, he got on his horse's back. Seeing him straddling his nephew, Shang Yujiang couldn't help opening his mouth again: "Xiao Qi, I should ask A Hui to sit on you." The front is right, you protect your sides with your hands, so that you can sit firmly, and you won’t throw people off when you run.”

He looked very experienced: "If these scholars fall, it will be a disaster!"

The author has something to say:

The update is late today because my aunt is here orz

I originally wanted to write about a stable uncle with a sense of seniority, but I didn't expect to become inexplicably harmonious when I wrote it...

感谢在2021-11-2821:01:33~2021-11-2921:48:23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of book mirror;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!