Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

"What do you want to ask, Master?"

The night breeze blows, and the coolness is deep. The chirping of insects gradually faded away, and in the bone-chilling chill, Wan Lian asked. Asked like this.

"Gloom."

The smile on Wan Lian's face froze. As a sword, it was rare for him to feel regressed. The three souls of spiritual fetus, clarity and ghostly light, are indispensable for reincarnation. The spiritual fetus is a refreshing spirit, inheriting one's nature, carrying one's wisdom with clarity, and determining one's destiny with its dim light. Now that he mentioned the ghost light, this was...

While he was thinking about it, he saw a silver light flashing in Jiang Chen's palm.

Wan Lian saw the phantom clearly and frowned, then sat down and did not look at Jiang Chen again, "Young master, can you believe the cause and effect?"

"snort."

Jiang Chen sneered back.

"Shouyou, as the name suggests, stick to the quiet light. Once it comes, let it be at peace. Now that it has existed in the world, why do you need to investigate the reason for your coming and going?"

It's really a good thing that already exists in the world, why bother to find out the reasons for coming and going.

When Fang heard this sentence, Jiang Chen felt that he should have been furious, but at this moment, he felt that it was unnecessary. What is there to hate about him?

There was no words for a moment, and the turret immediately fell silent for a moment.

"Literary talent!"

"Literary talent!"

The sound of Xie Yan calling from the corner tower came closer and closer.

Jiang Chen turned his palms, took back Shouyou, looked down, and saw Xie Yan coming out of the main hall.

Wan Lian took a breath and secretly thought that this man was really a savior. She grabbed Jiang Chen's sleeves and swept him down to the top of the building, landing in front of Xie Yan.

Xie Yan's eyes lit up, "Good work!" When he saw Jiang Chen, he lowered his head and smiled, "Wencai, the Shouyang Prefect sincerely invites us to help the army. As the time approaches, there is no sign of you and Brother Wanlian. Come over here." Looking for something." Before Jiang Chen could reply, he added, "Yan Jing is a scholar and a talented person. He has no intention of drinking and having fun. If he doesn't show up at the celebration party, he might be behind the scenes."

Wan Lian responded decisively, "Thank you for your concern, brother. I'll be there soon." A few days ago, he led the army to defeat Xiangcheng, and the young master publicly expressed that he was not a lowly citizen. Even if Xie Yan had objections to him, he could do nothing about it.

Although there is no difference between a good and a bad person in the world, but the young master has good intentions, and although Wan Lian is unpopular, it is not that he is ignorant.

"Yuan Du has offended me a lot recently. I hope Brother Wanlian will forgive me."

He was so helpful, and Wan Lian replied happily, "No problem, no problem, brother Yuandu, don't worry."

He was so happy that Xie Yan and Zhang Er were confused.

Another thing is that the grain supervisor sent by Kyoto to escort the grain and grass was a member of the Shangyu Zhu family.

So Jiang Chen heard at the banquet, "I just went to Yu Zhu Yingquan, and my younger brother Zhu Yingqi was ordered by the emperor to escort 300,000 stones of grain and grass to the frontline army. Today, good news from the frontline is spreading frequently, and all the generals have done a great job..."

Jiang Chen was sitting at the table. He raised his head when he heard the words. He was about forty years old, broad and fat, and looked like a businessman with a friendly look. In fact, he didn't look like a man who owned thousands of hectares of fertile land. This may be related to their status in the family.

Zhu Yingquan. People from Shangyu.

interesting.

Next to him was a boy of about eight or nine years old, who looked quite upright.

Zhu Yingqi. I wish you the eighth son of the family.

To put it more bluntly, Jiang Chen did care a little about his identity.

Zhu Yingtai's brother.

This information flashed through his mind, and Jiang Chen remained silent and did not make any move for a long time.

Xie Yan turned his head and glanced, then looked down at Zhu Yingqi, who could not hide his impatience for such a banquet even if he meant it. After thinking about it for a while, he thought to himself that maybe literary talents are used to living alone, and now they would be at a loss when meeting people of the same age. Got it

It's rare to see a literary talent cast his eyes on his peers... Although, even for older people, he only treated them with courtesy.

Sometimes Xie Yan vaguely felt that he knew whether they knew each other or not. Sometimes, I actually don’t care. He didn't care about his identity as the prime minister's nephew, and he seemed to have no interest in Nishan Academy. Their acquaintance as classmates only happened by chance. Like ripples in clear water, after a moment, there are no more waves.

In fact, as his brother said, he didn't know much about Wen Cai's thoughts. Although he is only eight years old, he acts too thoughtfully. He said that during the war between Qin and Jin, before the water flooded Xiang City, he had led the refugees out of the city, but he did not say anything about it. He waited until there was a change in the court before taking action... causing everyone in the court to remain silent.

Whether it was the camp, the battlefield, or even the direction of the wind in the court, he was so calm and comfortable, as if nothing was unexpected. He looked like a battle-hardened general and a conscientious politician... But thinking of his age and status, Xie Yan told himself that he was just born smart and had nothing else to do with it.

"I wonder if this young master..."

Zhu Yingquan's words made Xie Yan wake up for a moment, and he saw his eyes falling directly on Jiang Chen, and the meaning of his inquiry was quite obvious.

"This..." Xie Yan immediately stood up to respond, but Xie Xuan secretly raised his hand to stop him.

There was something slightly strange here. Jiang Chen glanced at it and made some calculations about it. It's just that the Xiangcheng incident was too tough. Although the court had nothing to say, there were still whispers. At the same time, he appointed generals as foreign ministers. With the Xiangcheng incident happening this time, it is not advisable for internal ministers to interact too much with foreign ministers, otherwise they will be suspected of forming a clique. Huan Wen learned from his mistakes, so the current emperor was extremely suspicious. Being an emperor, being suspicious is a safe and good quality.

Because of this, the Xie family members must avoid suspicion.

Although it was a little early, it didn't surprise Jiang Chen.

Xie Xuan tilted his head, never meeting Jiang Chen's gaze.

"Hangzhou Ma Wencai." Jiang Chen stood up, picked up the wine glass, and said with a polite smile on his lips, "I wish you the army to accompany you to escort the grain and grass, and have great achievements in your hard work. Wencai would like to drink a glass to the army."

Hearing his answer, and whether he was flattering him intentionally or not, Zhu Ying felt proud, picked up the wine brought by the maid next to him, and saluted him from a distance. "How dare you, how dare you. The general has a great reputation, and I have admired you for a long time." After finishing speaking, he thought that his answer was appropriate and natural, and blurted out, "I just never thought that the general is so young, so heroes come from young!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone present had different expressions.

It is absolutely impossible to say that Zhu Yingquan does not know Ma Wencai's age. The news of Xiangcheng's victory has been sent back to Kyoto, and now the overall situation has been decided. Zhu Yingquan came here with the last batch of food and grass escorted, how could he not know about this eight-year-old nobleman's son.

Xie Yan frowned secretly. I don’t know whether this person is intentional or not, but this sentence is simply making a target of literary talent and a thorn in his side...

Jiang Chen's expression did not change, and his answer was even more official, "I wish Suijun a good reputation. Since ancient times, wars have always involved the bloodshed of soldiers at close quarters, and never strayed from the control of the imperial court. They have a constant supply of food and grass internally, and must not abandon the military's morale and morale externally. It cannot be done by just one man of literary talent. I wish Suijun a great reputation." If this statement is spread, it will chill the hearts of millions of soldiers in the army."

Wan Lian sat in the shadow behind Jiang Chen on the left side, and they could hear every word clearly. Turning around to see Xie Yan, the two looked at each other and couldn't help but smile.

That's good. In just a few words, Zhu Yingquan was labeled as disturbing the morale of the army.

Zhu Yingquan was stunned, and after thinking for a long time, he finally understood what he meant. His legs softened and he knelt down, "General, please forgive me. Zhu had absolutely no intention of doing this, but it's just..."

After half a day, there was no follow-up. I always feel like I don’t know how to express myself. When the two armies are fighting, it disturbs the morale of the troops. Even if Zhujiazhuang pays half of the court's taxes, he cannot afford such a crime.

Jiang Chen looked calm, "Zhu Suijun's words were not intentional. However, when the two armies are fighting, I hope Suijun will pay more attention in the future. Suijun, please stand up and sit down."

Should I say it was unexpected or expected?

Even though he hasn't done anything yet, what he says will be misinterpreted intentionally or unintentionally when he meets these legendary righteous people who are well-known and famous throughout the ages.

Sure enough, are they two inherently hostile parties?

"Thank you, General! Thank you, General!" Zhu Yingquan felt relieved and thanked him several times. He raised his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. His face was green and white. With Zhu Yingqi's support, he tremblingly walked to the side and sat down.

The Shouyang Prefect huddled aside for a long time. Seeing that the situation was stable now, he came out to smooth things over and brought a glass of wine. "I won't talk about anything else about today's banquet. The generals are here. One is to take back the land of Xiangcheng, and the other is to report the good news ahead. , You guys won’t go back until you’re drunk, you won’t go back until you’re drunk.”

Seeing the situation, Wan Lian curled her lips. He can completely guarantee that this Zhu Yingquan is just stupid. But being brainless to this point can be considered a state of mind. Speaking in public without knowing the situation is like being taught a lesson right at your door.

A member of the Zhu family in Shangyu.

Are they Zhu Yingtai's relatives?

Wan Lian propped her head and shook the wine cup, watching the lights flickering in and out... She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, this time, trouble more troublesome than the war is coming...

Speaking of which, there are obviously a lot of ordinary people in Yuzhu Village. How did they survive in this era when the gentry controlled the power? It is also said that it accounts for half of the tax money of the national treasury every year? Isn't there anyone interested in the Zhu family's property? Are all the aristocratic families so noble and honorable? ...It's so strange...

If it stays like this...

I'm afraid, I won't have to deal with the Zhu family anymore.

As for the various aristocratic families in this world, they have been compared to princes, occupying one place. Even if you think about it, you won't compromise easily, so naturally you can't stay.

Wan Lian thought about this, paused, and couldn't help but straighten her posture. He finally knew what it meant to be red when near red and black when near ink. If he was still following his former master, he would not think in advance about how to disintegrate the family.

Although there are occasional thrills when seeing the owner, it is always very interesting.

There are not many interesting things in the world, and it is even rarer for him to live such a colorful life.

It also exists for protection. The previous owner's integrity is indeed admirable, but it is a bit lackluster.

In this way, it is more in line with his essential hobby as a sword spirit to collect one and destroy a pair.

Although the sword is not as powerful as a gentleman's sword, it is still a killing weapon.

…

Jiang Chen would occasionally go to the military camp to inspect it in person. For him, it was occasional, but for military doctors, big and small, it was quite frequent.

He frequently visited everyone from the school troops to the wounded.

Although it has something to do with his appearance, it is not fundamental.

When he gets here, he can see more clearly what it means to be as light as a piece of grass, and what it means to be as light as a flying pod.

In the tent where the wounded soldiers were placed, there were screams and blood in the eyes.

Even if most of them can survive, they are destined to be unhealthy in this life.

When the soldiers saw him coming again, their voices of pain slowed down a bit. Even though the pain was not over, some old people smiled and said, "Young master, you are here."

Even though the general's decree has been passed down, in this camp, they still see the gentle and patient young man in their eyes, nothing else.

"Yeah. I'm here."

He answered one sentence, two sentences, three sentences like this... What he saw in his eyes was the dazzling blood on the sheets covering them.

Doctor Xu was covered in blood. When he saw Jiang Chen, he quickly got up and cleaned up. Holding his medical box in his arms, he showed a rare lightness on his wrinkled face. Thinking of his current status, he straightened his sleeves and bowed, "General, you are here."

His voice was vicissitudes and hoarse, and his eyes were bloodshot. That's not because of his old age, but because he hasn't had a good rest for a long time. Xu Fengan has been with the army for many years and is now nearly 70 years old. If he didn't really have superb medical skills and had the intention to stay in the military camp, he should have returned home to be raised in honor.

For an elderly man, Jiang Chen would not mean to embarrass him, so he stretched out his hand to help him up, "Military doctors don't need to be polite. There are many injuries in the army, and there have been heavy rains in the past few days. Fortunately, you have taken care of these soldiers. Weather. It's getting colder. After hearing that the food, grass and quilts have been delivered, Wencai came over to take a look. "

Doctor Xu turned his head and glanced at the wounded around him. Even though he had seen thousands of lives and deaths, he still couldn't bear it. He sighed, "The general is interested. Soldiers in the army are lucky to meet the general. A few days ago, General Wan Lian sent him I have used the herbs, and those with minor injuries have left here. Most of them are new here."

As for cotton clothes and other items...

The future, I’m afraid, won’t come either.

Xu Fengan thought about the recent situation and finally couldn't help but advise him, "Little general, please listen to Xu." After many years in the army, he had experienced too many things. With the current attitude, the imperial court may not have the intention to continue the war.

"Please tell me." Jiang Chen responded as he took his medicine box, took out various herbs, smelled them, and mixed them with each other.

Xu Fengan lowered his voice and said, "General, I'm afraid the court will call you back to Beijing soon. By then..."

I am afraid that the Northern Expedition will be left unsolved as before. As for those who have great merit, I am afraid they have to worry even more.

Jiang Chen paused slightly while dispensing the medicine, and smiled lightly, "I appreciate the kindness of the old gentleman. There is no need to worry about this matter."

Things won't be that simple, but they won't be troublesome either.