The general is easy to bully

In July of the eighth year of Daqi, Xiao Qihan returned to Beijing.

Shen Xingfeng stayed in Yangzhou and continued to treat Wen Jue's illness.

Wen Jue's illness became more and more serious. If no one stepped forward to pull him, he could even sit there all day without blinking his eyes.

Mr. Qi was helpless with Wen Jue, but said that his body was getting weaker and weaker.

If it goes on like this, I'm afraid there will be life-threatening.

Shen Xingfeng could only take Wen Jue to find Dr. Na Ding again.

Unexpectedly, before entering the door, he was driven out by the Ding family's servants with a broom.

Shen Xingfeng returned without success again.

On the way back, Shen Xingfeng ran into Ming Lan.

He was a little surprised, how could he be here?

Xiao Qihan has obviously returned to Beijing.

When Ming Lan saw Shen Xingfeng, he was obviously taken aback for a moment, then he walked over quickly, and bowed respectfully, "Young Master Shen."

"Has Xiao Qihan not returned to Beijing yet?"

Ming Lan shook her head: "Master Hou already went back four days ago."

"then you……"

"I have other things to do for Lord Hou." Ming Lan frowned, "Besides, I am no longer Lord Hou's bodyguard."

Shen Xingfeng was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Minglan took a deep breath: "Just to help Master Hou finish the last thing, I will no longer be a servant. Master Hou also set me free."

Shen Xingfeng came to his senses, "Then there are no guards around him to protect him? He has something important for you to do."

Ming Lan clenched her fists: "Of course, you will know when the matter is done."

He was talking to Shen Xingfeng when a middle-aged man came running from a distance and said to Minglan out of breath, "The old farmer now lives in the west of the city. I fell and broke my leg, so I was released from the Huo Mansion, and my family moved to the west of the city. Maybe he knows where the person you are looking for is. "

Ming Lan nodded, took out a piece of silver from his pocket and threw it to him: "Lead the way."

The man's eyes were shining, and he smiled from ear to ear: "Hey, please, sir."

Shen Xingfeng took two steps forward: "Who does Xiao Qihan want you to find?"

Ming Lan ignored him, turned around and walked away.

……

Shen Xingfeng discovered that Wen Jue had learned martial arts one evening.

He saw Wen Jue sitting on the stool, he picked up a handful of leaves from nowhere, used them as hidden weapons, and threw them into a rice bag not far away.

The bag made of rough linen was all cut by leaves with sharp knives.

Shen Xingfeng was stunned.

When he was young, he had heard that someone could kill with leaves, but he only took it as a joke. In addition, he was born in the general family, and he felt that those hidden weapons were insidious, so he didn't want to get involved.

Unexpectedly, in this world, there are really people who can use leaves to hurt people.

And it's still warm.

How could it be Wen Jue...

Shen Xingfeng walked slowly behind Wen Jue, "Wen..."

Like a flash of lightning, Wen Jue stood up from the stool with a "whoosh," and pinched Shen Xingfeng's throat with his pale fingers.

Shen Xingfeng's eyes widened.

Can't say a word.

Fortunately, Wen Jue realized that this person was the one who accompanied him every day, so he quickly let go of Shen Xingfeng, and sat back on the stool in a dull manner.

Shen Xingfeng touched his chilly neck, a little dazed: "Wen Jue, who the hell are you...?"

Ever since he discovered that Wen Jue knew how to hide weapons, Shen Xingfeng didn't let Wen Jue go out much.

Wen Jue lay on the bed all day long, sleeping soundly and drowsily.

This year's winter.

The youngest, Qiao Yijin, found Shen Xingfeng in a hurry.

Shen Xingfeng hadn't seen him for a long time, and was pleasantly surprised, "Why are you here?"

"Of course he escaped." Qiao Yi pouted, patted the snow on his body, and drank the milk tea that Shen Xingfeng had made.

"Ying Shen sees you so strictly, how can you escape?"

Qiao Yijin frowned, his eyes darkened: "He, he has been busy managing the world for that little emperor recently, so how could he waste time on me."

Qiao Yi held his chin, and sneered: "The beauties and concubines that ministers gave him are so stuffed that his palace can hardly fit, and I have a headache from arguing all day long. Xiao Qihan told me that you are here, we are here. I'm looking for you."

Shen Xingfeng was a little helpless: "Could it be that you were jealous and lost your temper with Yunying Shen, so you ran to my place to take refuge?"

Qiao Yijin slapped the table with a "slap", and the palm was numb to herself.

"I'm not jealous because of him." He shook his hand, pinched a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and put it in his mouth, "He is a prince, with three wives and four concubines. What's more, I hate him to death, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be where I am today. "

Shen Xingfeng looked at his expensive attire: "Brilliant clothes and fine food, what can you call it?"

Qiao Yijin stuffed the pastry in his mouth and chewed it, his eyes suddenly turned red, and big tears fell down.

Shen Xingfeng was startled.

"Why are you crying while eating? Look at how promising you are." Shen Xingfeng pushed the plate in front of Qiao Yijin: "Can I give you all of it? I won't eat any of it."

Qiao Yijin rubbed her eyes with her sleeve, her voice was hoarse, and she choked, "I have...haven't been home for seven years."

Qiao Yijin is bigger than Shen Xingfeng.

Seven years ago, Qiao Yijin was only 14 years old.

Qiao Yijin's tears continued to fall, "My parents don't want me anymore."

Shen Xingfeng heard this story that had been buried for many years from Qiao Yijin.

The Qiao family is a scholarly family.

Qiao Yijin's father is knowledgeable and a doctor. He often treats people near his home without charging a penny.

Qiao Yijin is the youngest child of the Qiao family.

There are two older brothers on it.

As the youngest child in the family, Qiao Yijin was almost held in the palm of her hand and grew up with no worries about food and clothing.

The father is strict, the mother is loving, and the elder brother loves him.

This is how to raise this bright and bright Qiao Yijin.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival when she was 14 years old, Qiao Yijin was outside looking at the lanterns. On the way back, she found a blood-stained man.

He fell on the side of the road, almost dying.

Qiao Yijin immediately called the servant at home and carried the man back home.

Shen Xingfeng vaguely guessed: "Is it Yun Yingshen?"

Qiao Yijin nodded: "Yes."

Yun Yingshen stayed at Qiao's house for three months.

Qiao Yijin is very interested in the man she picked up, and often runs to play with him.

Yun Yingshen would always talk to him about things in the capital, which made Qiao Yijin, who had lived in the small town for a long time, feel very novel, and the relationship between the two became closer and closer.

Until that night, Yun Yingshen pinned him down.

Recalling this point, Qiao Yijin's face turned a little cold: "He said he would not betray me. It's a pity..."

Unfortunately, paper cannot contain fire.

The matter between him and Yun Yingshen was discovered by his parents.

How can a scholarly family tolerate such a thing that is despised by the world to happen in his own home?

Qiao Yijin's family law was used, and she was beaten to pieces, but she also resolutely refused to bow her head and admit her mistake.

However, Yun Yingshen was nowhere to be found.

He gritted his teeth and waited for Yun Yingshen to come to find him, one month, two months.

In the third month, Yun Yingshen finally came back.

At that time, he was already dressed in fine clothes, and he was already a big man, riding on horseback, looking down at him.

He was so excited that he rushed over desperately.

His parents couldn't pull him back.

But Yun Yingshen only frowned slightly, and there was clearly a bit of disgust and resistance in those eyes.

He said to Joe's father, "Please discipline your son and don't let him come out to seduce people again."

Qiao Yijin seemed to have been slapped across the face. He seemed crazy, trying to tear Yun Yingshen off his horse.

He is talking nonsense.

Obviously it was him.

Obviously he forced himself, and coaxed himself to treat himself well for the rest of his life.

How can he do this?

Qiao Yijin cried and was taken home by her parents.

Father Qiao was furious when there was such a big scandal in the street.

Qiao Yijin was beaten again, and then Qiao Yijin was expelled from the genealogy in front of the ancestors of the ancestral hall.

That's how Qiao Yijin was kicked out of the house.

He knelt at the door, no matter how much he begged, the door never opened again.

His father hated him, his mother hated him, and the two elder brothers only said that he was unfilial and unworthy of being a human being.

Qiao Yijin knelt at the door for three days and three nights and passed out.

When he woke up, he had been thrown into a barren hill, and there was no one around.

A young master who grew up pampered by rich clothes and fine food, gradually learned how to beg for a bite of food in a low voice, steal and grab.

The dog blood sprinkler who was pointed at the nose and scolded.

Later, Qiao Yijin entered the beggar's den.

"I really hate him." Qiao Yijin smiled palely: "I used to think about marrying seven or eight daughters-in-law, but I would be so stupid to believe a man. If it wasn't for him, I would I won’t be kicked out by my family.”

Qiao Yijin's eyes were red again, "Did you know? I often sneak back and hide behind the big tree opposite my house. The year before last, my grandma passed away, and I couldn't even go see her off...I hate Yun to death. Be careful! I hate him to death!"

Qiao Yi buried her head in her arms and burst into tears.

Shen Xingfeng didn't speak, but just accompanied him silently.

Qiao Yijin had cried enough before wiping away the tears, "He has no shortage of people around him now, and it's a good thing not to spend his mind on me. I can also spend more time here with you and Wen Jue."

Shen Xingfeng nodded: "Okay, there are a lot of vacant rooms here."

Qiao Yijin remembered something: "Hey, did you know? Xiao Qihan is going to fight again."

"And Jin Guo?"

"Yes. When I came, I must have left." Qiao Yijin kept talking: "He has already asked the little emperor to put several ministers in prison, and those who are dissatisfied with him in the court have both hands. I can’t count them all, but I think there are quite a few people who hope that he will die there.”

Shen Xingfeng smiled: "It's really good. There will be one less disaster in the world."

Qiao Yijin pushed him: "Are you willing to let him?"

"Then are you willing to agree to Shen?"

Qiao Yijin hurriedly made a disgusting gesture: "I wish he and Xiao Qihan died together, let's forget about the joint burial."

Shen Xingfeng patted the table and burst into tears: "Then we must go to their graves."

"Not only do we have to go to the grave, but we also have to take our daughter-in-law with us!"

Shen Xingfeng did not wait for the news of Xiao Qihan's death.

The spring of the ninth year of Daqi.

Xiao Qihan turned against him.