Chapter 94:

It was late at night, and it had not snowed for several days. Xue Ziqin was lying on the couch. He heard the soldiers walking by outside occasionally, the armor clawing with the movement, and Cen Liyu's gentle breathing, and ... his chest The restless heartbeat. It was said that he was sleeping with Cen Lishan. He was tired for a day, but he couldn't fall asleep beside Cen Lishan.
Cen Lishan was injured, so he should be treated with care. At this time, he slept on the inside, Xue Ziqin slept on the outside, and most of the bed was Cen Lishan asleep. Xue Ziqin leaned against the edge of the couch and faced Cen Liyu, daring not to move, as long as he turned slightly, he might fall.
Sleeping like this is really a crime, it is better to deal with it by the fire.
There were only two candles in the general ’s tent extinguished, and the light was dim. Xue Ziqin put his head on his hand. He looked at Cen Lizhen ’s sleepy face-he slept soundly, motionless, and lay down properly. Because of the inconvenience of movement, I slept a little serious anyway. Cen Lishan's hand on his side just happened to put his finger on Xue Ziqin's waist, making him tickle, and he was even more afraid to move.
After all, he also worked hard all day long, but in the nervous and throbbing heartbeat, Xue Ziqin didn't know when to fall asleep.
On the second day, the two did not feel anything wrong. Xue Ziqin still arranged for someone to take care of Cen Lihang. He ran out to hunt himself. By the way, things in the military camp should be supervised and urged. I'm afraid I can't even lift the knife.
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Jiang didn't get better in a few days, so he specially thanked Zhong Yi.
When we got up early in the morning, Wei Lin sighed. Jiang also put on his shoes and opened his mouth to ask: "What sighs early in the morning?"
Wei Lin shook his head and looked regretfully: "You are ill."
"Huh?" Jiang looked at him in disbelief. "What? Do you want me to be sick?"
"What are you talking about, just lingering on Wei Lin." Wei Lin glanced at Jiang Ye strangely. "That is, you are ill, and you have to train again today ..."
"Without training, your tendons are almost fat." Jiang also said that he had put on his shoes and stood up to move, ready to go out.
"Look at the pork belly on your waist, let's talk about me again?" Wei Lin retorted reluctantly.
Jiang Ye lifted the armor confidently, exerting his strength on the waist, and using all his abdominal muscles. After pulling Wei Lin's hand, he couldn't help but said that he pressed it on his waist and said, "Look? Look, look? Eight yuan, You touch it carefully. "
"Okay, okay, day prostitution is not good, it's not good." Wei Lin said with a grin, but the action was not that much. I saw him touch a few on his waist, then turned to the side, and gently grabbed the soft flesh on Jiang Ye's side waist, and itchy Jiang immediately retracted and said: "Hey, don't touch it."
Jia Dagang came back after washing outside, with a basin and a towel in his hand. He didn't hear a word in the preface. He just heard "Don't touch it" and was surprised: "How passionate is the day?"
"Ah, don't talk nonsense." Wei Lin said. After the ridicule was over, he remembered his troubles again. He and Jiang also walked out of the camp and said, "If we think of a way, we don't need to train."
"You want to be beautiful," Jiang also scolded. "If it weren't for you to do things every day, it is estimated that you are now the battalion commander. How hard would it be?"
"Oh, you blame me for anything." Wei Lin's sullen mouth unhappy.
"Then you don't want to train, you have no skills, don't you blame me?"
"Hey." Wei Lin shook his head. The two of them had taken two big white-faced buns in the food distribution area and nibbled up.
After a long time, the buns on his hands were almost gnawing, and Wei Lin suddenly thought of something like that, and excitedly patted Jiang Ye's shoulder and said: "I thought of it!"
"Cough, please light up ..." Jiang was still eating steamed buns, almost choked with a slap, and coughed twice.
"We continue to take care of Xiao Mu, there is no need to train." Wei Lin said.
"Can it be done?" Jiang frowned, not feeling that this method was feasible. "If Xiao Mu needs us to take care, General Xue has already urged him. Now, it is probably not necessary for us."
"Hey, men are fickle." Wei Lin also thought that Jiang's words were reasonable, sighed, and shook his head, old-fashionedly stuffed the last bun into his mouth.
The two of them went to the training ground after they had eaten something. They were speechless all the way, but Wei Lin had been tinkering with this in his mind, but he didn't want to train. Seeing that they were all in front of the training ground, Jiang Ye Da Lao Yuan saw Guo Lin wrapped in a worn jacket and stood in the wind. In the morning, the soldiers to be trained had already arrived in seven, seven or eight, and the horn was sounded soon, and the training was about to begin. After staying here for three years, I have already gotten used to it, and I know what time it is when I look up at the sky. Jiang Ye was about to raise his hand to say hello to Guo Linchong, and Wei Lin suddenly reached out to stop him, without explaining. He just hurriedly pulled Jiang under the big tree beside him, and looked at Guo Linchong suspiciously. Fortunately, so many people, they did not say anything, and Guo Linchong did not notice.
Jiang was also annoyed and said, "What are you doing, do you still play your wishful thinking?"
"I think we should still try it." Wei Lin looked serious.
He is also slacking off his brain and focusing on things like laziness.
Jiang also looked up at the sky and did not speak. Anyway, Wei Lin was like this, and it was useless to object.
Wei Lin continued: "Why don't we go to the general account and see if other people can't take care of it, we can invite ourselves to take office."
"If the general is angry, it will inevitably be practiced, you can think about it clearly." Jiang Ye's tone was faint, and there was nothing in the sky that looked good, and his eyes turned to the training ground.
Wei Lin looked very distressed. After holding for a long time, he finally decided to say: "I pinched my fingers and thought it would work."
"Did you pinch your fingers?"
"Then I count now." Wei Lin said, pretending to learn the kind of Taoist priest he had seen before, really pinched his index finger and thumb, and then pinched one by one back and forth, several times, and said, "Um ... Um ... what do Taoists say? "
Jiang rolled his eyes.
"Well ... then ..." Wei Lin had been coming for several rounds without knowing it for a long time, and he suffocated his words for a long time: "The general is in a hurry, like the law. "
Jiang also watched him talk nonsense, but one couldn't hold back and laughed loudly.
Wei Lin was the kind of person who thought of what to do immediately, and even with Jiang, the two quickly ran to the general account. Jiang also had no bad thoughts, and when he saw the general's tent, he planned to go straight. Wei Lin didn't follow, and led him sneakily to the back of the general's tent, found a place, and brought
Zhu Jiang also squatted down, and the two made them look like beggars.
Wei Lin lowered his voice and said: "Before the old man, first, explore the virtual-real."
"Enough is enough, don't act, you play more." Jiang also scolded.
The two were very close to the tent. They were hiding behind a cabinet with the shadow of the cabinet printed on the tent. Jiang also really served Wei Lin. After coming to the barracks for so long, he didn't cultivate any kind of killing spirit. These tricks of stealing chickens and dogs to listen to the wall are still surprisingly proficient.
However, Wei Lin chose this position so that Jiang had nothing to say, and the dialogue inside was clearly heard.
Xue Ziqin was about to go out in the morning, and when he was wearing his military uniform, he was stopped by Cen Liyu.
"Can my cousin accompany me today?" Cen Liyu said.
The two of Wei Jiang came at the right time, and they heard the phrase "cousin" as soon as they heard it, and they couldn't believe it. Wei Lin asked in a loud voice: "Xiao Mu is the cousin of the general?"
"Who do you ask me?" Jiang replied similarly.
"I'll ask."
"Then why don't you pinch your fingers?"
The two were about to quarrel, but inside came Xue Ziqin's voice: "I'll get you something to eat and come back, otherwise you'll hurt slowly."
"But I don't want my cousin to go out today."
"Then ..." Xue Ziqin thought for a while, then shouted at the outside, "Let Deputy Min go back to play some prey and say my order."
Hearing this, Wei Lin shook his head distressedly: "Lieutenant General Min is really miserable, sewing clothes and hunting."
"Then you go, you feel distressed anyway." Jiang also replied casually.
"Oh, jealous?" Wei Lin said briskly.
Jiang was too lazy to answer, simply slapped Wei Lin on the back of the head.
He had to admire Wei Lin's professionalism in listening to the foot of the wall, and he was so caught off guard. Wei Lin gritted his teeth and covered his head with a grin, stunned.
In the end, there was a chat.
"Then do you want me to stay here to do something with you?"
"Inferior, cousin tell me some stories."
"It's okay to take a soldier to fight a war. I really don't tell a story." Xue Ziqin's voice sounded a little helpless.
Unexpectedly, the voice of the young coquettish voice came out: "Just talk about it."
It's a pity that they can only listen, not see, and don't know exactly what the teenager did. Anyway, General Xue actually started to say: "Okay, okay, let me talk about my previous things."
"it is good."
It was cheaper for Wei Jiang and two people. Hearing that Xue Ziqin opened the conversation box, they did n’t have time to quarrel. They heard the book in the teahouse. It sounds like it seriously. Small sunflower seeds.
Xue Ziqin was very good to Cen Liyu. In the past, he had no time to use his brain to make up one or two. He actually started from his memoirs: "When I am memorizing, it is in the palace ..."
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The only thing Xue Ziqin can know about himself is the year he was born, which is the 29th year of the Ming Dynasty. As for the birthday, he does not know anything about it. But he has an adoptive father, not Xue Changfeng, but another person.
That man was Xue Ziqin's first adoptive father, but he was never called the adoptive father, but according to the rules, he was called Song General Manager.
Mr. Song was the head of the imperial dining room in the palace during the reign of Emperor Xian in the first year of the Ming Dynasty. It was the largest in the imperial dining room. No matter if the eunuch's court girl saw him, he had to call him Mr. Song. Of course, this is not just because of the position. If it is not for the noble person in the palace, the position is a nickname. Whether others are respected or not respected, it all depends on grace.
The reason why Mr. Song is so face-saving is that the first emperor loved his craftsmanship, and the daily meals were all prepared by him. The other concubines in the palace wanted to taste the craftsmanship of the master Song, except every year. During the festival, in addition to the wedding banquet in the palace, even if it is an intimidation and a lure, it can't keep Song from moving. Just for this grand favorite of the first emperor, Song Song was a pleasant one in the palace.
Xue Ziqin once asked Mr. Song his own life experience. Mr. Song did not elaborate, perhaps he did not know the details. He only said that in the twenty-ninth year of the Ming Dynasty, he went out of the palace and went away for more than a month. The name is to find inspiration in order to make more delicious dishes. At that time, in a kiln At the door, Xue Ziqin, who was still in his baby, was found.
Counting months, Xue Ziqin asked Mo Yueyu, it was summer at that time, so whenever the summer was established, General Song would cook some good dishes, and add some snacks to Xue Ziqin to celebrate.
He lived in a comfortable and comfortable life in the palace. He served as the chief of the royal dining room, but he would not be involved in any struggle. His life was good and people were kind. Treating Xue Ziqin was like treating his own son, teaching him cooking, and also Teach him some punches and kung fu in order to have the ability to protect himself.
After Xue Ziqin is more sensible, he really feels that the sky is pitying. He is a wild child born from Sister Kiln. He can meet such a good person as Director Song, and then treat him like himself. There are a few people in the world who can have Such luck?
But the good times didn't last long. When he was eight years old, the first emperor collapsed. Several first emperors of the first emperor began to compete for the throne. The city of Xiang was in disarray. The palace was in crisis everywhere.
Here is the story. If it is really good luck, it may be that Song Song took Xue Ziqin as a civilian, and by virtue of his craft, his life would not be too miserable.
However, as the princes seized the position, wars of all sizes were unavoidable. Wang was once full of refugees and soldiers from all walks of life. Although Song General Manager would work hard, but he could not play any role under this general trend. Comfortable, on the way out of Wangdu, Song Song was killed by the refugees, leaving eight-year-old Xue Ziqin, who was pretending to be dead in the heap of dead people, and escaped the disaster.
At that time, the door of the rich man was closed, and the poor man with no money was stirred up, and he didn't even know who to ask for begging. In the so-called chaotic world, those who have money, power and soldiers are in a position to compete for that 10,000 people, but civilians have only one way to go.
Xue Ziqin hid in the dead for three days. On the fourth day, he dragged his thin body and tried to patrol and eat, but it was already the end of the crossbow, and finally fell to the side of the street, dying.
Therefore, it is said that God's will is unpredictable. General Xue Yuanshan died in the battle for the throne, and his son Xue Changfeng took over his position to continue to help the current emperor and win the throne. After the overall situation was settled, Xue Changfeng was transferred to the northern garrison. Just as he was passing through the suburbs of the city, the dying Xue Ziqin tried his last effort and reached out to grab Xue Changfeng's feet.
Xue Ziqin became Xue Ziqin, Xue Changfeng's son, and now General Xue.