Finest Servant

"Get up, get up quickly," he hastily stretched out his hands to help the life and death brothers in front of him, tears were already rolling in his eyes: "I just ask for a few days off, go to a brothel and have a cup of tea, so that I can be loved by others." Did you catch it?!"

Hu Bugui, Gao Chief, and Du Xiuyuan looked at each other. Suddenly he laughed and went up madly. Lift your legs up and down. Hug your head. Hula Hula lifted him up and threw him into the air with all his strength: "Ho-ho-" It feels dizzy! He was so scared that he hurriedly shouted: "I have a fear of heights! Hey, Lao Gao, don't touch me—fucking. Who took off my pants?!"

Who can control him! Countless soldiers flocked to them. Catch his falling body, and then throw it high again, laughing happily and tearing down together.

I am really a failed deserter! Looking at the faces that were weeping in excitement, he sighed inwardly. Shaking his head helplessly. Want to laugh and cry, "I just said it. Good people don't live long. Bad people will live for thousands of years." Gao Chief put him down, wiped his tears, and said with a smile: "Brother Lin still has hundreds of years to live. What. Where is it so easy to die?!"

"Yes, yes," Hu Bugui laughed and said, "Old Gao, I'll tell you the truth. This is the first time I've heard you say such pleasant things!"

Although Du Xiuyuan sticks to the rear. He never followed them into the grasslands, but he was calm and composed. Seeing Lin Wanrong's pale face, he couldn't help but worry: "General, your injury—"

Lin Wanrong nodded, and said seriously: "Brother Du, you find a few little girls every night, beat their legs and backs, and take a bath in the sauna. I believe that within ten or eight years, I will be able to cured."

"I really want to. I'm afraid your wives won't agree!" Du Xiuyuan laughed.

The plan of being a deserter was in vain, and he didn't know if he could go back before Qingxuan gave birth to his son. He felt a little regretful, but also a little happy, reunited with his old brother who survived the catastrophe, that kind of feeling, if he wasn't among them, it would be hard to understand .

Tens of thousands of horses embraced him, happily running towards the camp. On the way, talk about your experiences after separation. It was really wandering several times before the gate of hell. Everyone sighed.

Before entering the middle tent, the white-haired Li Tai has already come out. Lin Wanrong hastily stepped forward two steps. Hee hee clasped his fists together: "Greetings to Marshal Li! I haven't seen you for a few days. Marshal's body is strong, his steps are vigorous, and his demeanor is better than before. It's really my brother's luck!"

"Say a few nice words. Do you think I'm going to kill you deserter?" Li Tai said with a straight face, "You are good at leaving the battle formation. You won't return after staying outside. Come on. Drag Lin San down to me. Two hundred!"

"Marshal—" Tens of thousands of soldiers fell to their knees in fright.

Lin Wanrong coughed a few times,

Reluctantly said: "The marshal wants to fight, so let's fight. Anyway, I only have half my life left, and it's the same to tell anyone!"

Really can't scare this kid! Li Tai looked at him a few times. Resisting a smile, he said: "It was originally intended to hit the ground, but at least you still have some merit. You didn't disappoint me! Once this merit is passed, there will be no reward or punishment - why are you staring, but you are not convinced?!" convinced. Convinced! Lin Wanrong rolled his eyes and nodded angrily.

The general smiled and went straight into the big tent, and Lin Wanrong followed behind him disgruntled. Annoyed and silent.

Seeing his resentful appearance and seeing no one around, Li Tai lowered his voice. He smiled and said: "Don't complain! It's not that I don't reward you. It's just that you have done too much. Even if I want to reward you, I have no intention of doing so."

It is true that there is no way to reward him. When it comes to official positions, he is already the right-hand marshal, so let's go further. He is about to replace Li Tai in command of the three armies, and his reputation is even more prosperous. The lone army went deep into the grassland and captured the Turkic Khan. This is something that no one has done for hundreds of years, but it has been realized one by one in his hands. He is the hero in the hearts of all Dahua people. Almost a god-like figure.

"I can't reward you, but there is one person who can reward you." The general handed him a piece of golden silk, and said with a smile: "The emperor's decree. Take a look!"

The decree is simple. There are only four words. Lin Wanrong said in surprise: "Lin San decided—what does this mean?!"

"Isn't that obvious?!" Li Tai smiled and gave him a meaningful look: "What the emperor means is that you have the full power to decide the negotiations with the Turks!"

Negotiate with the Turks? I'm in charge? ! Some trance feeling rose in his heart. He hurriedly shook his head and said: "No. No, I am good at talking. I am not good at negotiating, not to mention I was injured recently, and I am physically and mentally exhausted. I am not capable of negotiating this time. Marshal, you should write a memorial to the emperor quickly. Please take his life back!"

Li Tai shook his head slowly: "This is impossible. The emperor's meaning is very clear. From now on, Zhi'er and I will listen to you. Not only negotiations, but also the soldiers and horses in my hands will sooner or later here you are--"

"Ah—" Lin Wanrong was shocked.

"What's there to be surprised about?" The general smiled and glanced at him: "I brought you here just for this day! Lin San, I'm already old, so I'll leave these sons to you. I'm very relieved. Wisdom and intelligence, depending on your status and prestige. Even if they cannot be invincible, they will never suffer!"

Lin Wanrong smiled bitterly and waved his hands again and again: "General, don't laugh at me. Except for some bad ideas. Do you think I'm a material for being a marshal?"

Li Tai laughed loudly and shook his head: "Lin San, oh Lin San. How can you be so smart all your life and be so confused all your life?!"

How am I confused? He glanced blankly at the general.

"The greatest strength of you is your intelligence. You have the means and the ability to know people. You can make people follow you wholeheartedly. I will entrust these sons to you, and you will hold a million heroes firmly in your hands. But you don't have to Come to be a marshal. As long as you know how to use people well, what is the difference between choosing those great talents who are dedicated to their duties to lead these sons and daughters, and you are in charge of the soldiers yourself? Just like the emperor treats me—" Li Tai nodded slightly: "This It is the best way."

Li Tai's words were heartfelt. He and Xu Hua are Dahua's thighs, the weight of these words is self-evident.

Lin Wanrong laughed twice: "I haven't thought about it that much. Let's talk about it later, old general, you are still in good health."

See him pushing three times and four times. Li Tai was also helpless. He said anxiously: "What about the negotiation with the barbarians? The emperor made it clear. Only you can decide this matter. It doesn't count if anyone else says anything."

Negotiation is really a nerve-wracking thing, he sighed bitterly and shook his head.

Old General Li glanced at him, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "—I'll tell you one more news. The Turkic people who came to this negotiation are the Khan of the Golden Sword! Don't you want to go and see?! "

The crescent moon is here? !

He felt bitter, and unconsciously put his hand on his chest. The severe pain is still there, the scar is still there, that arrow. Will all the love and hatred be settled? !

All kinds of feelings came to his heart, he hurriedly clasped his fists together: "Old general, I am not good at negotiating. Besides, I have just been injured, and I am not suitable for strenuous exercise recently. Please choose someone else. Farewell!"

"Lin San. Lin San—" Li Tai wanted to arouse his determination to negotiate, but it backfired. I heard Yuga's name. The boy turned around and left. In the blink of an eye, he was out of the account.

"General. How is it? What did the Marshal say to you?" Hu Bugui, Gao Chief, Du Xiuyuan and others were waiting for him outside. Seeing him coming out, he hastily greeted him.

What else can I say? He shook his head and smiled bitterly, and asked after a long time: "Brother Hu, where are those Hu people locked up?!"

"It's in this big camp, General. Are you going to see them?!"

Lin Wanrong nodded. Hu Bugui and the others hurriedly lead the way. There were more than 20 Turkic princes and nobles captured this time. Excluding those who were beheaded under the city of Kizil, there were less than ten people left. Among them were Little Khan, Tu Suozuo and Zhao Kangning.

All the Turks were bound hand and foot. They were trapped in several stone rooms. heavily guarded. Strong defense. Tu Suozuo was held alone in a room with disheveled hair, stubble all over his face, and a broken leg hanging on the ground. He was no longer tall and handsome as before. He raised his head from the darkness, stared at it for a while, and suddenly roared: "You. You are Lin

Lin Wanrong smiled and said: "That's right. I'm Lin San! It's no wonder that His Excellency You Wang still remembers me. It's not in vain for us to make out at the sheep meeting!"

Old and new grudges welled up in his heart, and Tu Suozuo rushed up madly dragging his broken leg, grabbed the baby's arm as thick as the subway fence and roared: "You despicable big Chinese, Yujia is mine, she is mine!" My land, I want to duel with you!"

If dueling can solve all problems, then things in this world will undoubtedly be much simpler. Lin Wanrong sighed, shook his head slightly, and said nothing, "Lin San, are you still alive?!" A childish voice came, and the little Turkic Khan over there opened his eyes and looked at him angrily. Although Salmu is young, he is the future owner of the grassland. His clothes are messy, and he doesn't look decadent. This is all thanks to Yue Yueer's teaching to him.

Lin Wanrong leaned over. He nodded and said, "Yes, I'm not dead yet!"

"You killed my sister. Why don't you die?!" Salmu roared angrily, stretching out his hands and feet, struggling to grab his face.

Hu Bugui was about to step forward to stop him. Lin Wanrong shook her head slightly: "Salmu, you can curse me to die, but I didn't harm your sister."

"You're lying!" Salmu said mercilessly, "My sister likes you so much. But you pretended to be dumb to lie to her—"

"Then have you ever thought about it. Why did I travel thousands of miles to Kizil to pretend to be a dumb Lin Wanrong and intercept his words?" said coldly.

"Because you Dahua fought with us Turks—"

"Dahua and Turks. Why are you fighting?!" Lin Wanrong's old face darkened: "Did we Dahua bully you Turks? Did we Dahua rob you of your things?!"

"Because, because—" Little Khan stammered, unable to explain clearly, after all, he was only a five or six-year-old child. Many concepts of right and wrong have not yet been formed, and they need to be instilled in him by others.

"Salmu. You care about your sister, I appreciate it, and I know you don't want her to be hurt." Lin Wanrong said coldly: "But, do you know how many brothers and sisters you Turks attacked Dahua and killed? ?! You don't want your sister to be hurt. But why would you want other people's brothers and sisters to be hurt?!"

"Little Khan, don't listen to him, he is lying to you, he hurt your sister!" Tu Suozuo over there suddenly shouted in Turkic. When Lao Hu translated it, Lin Wanrong was furious: "Slap the dog!"

Lao Gao rushed up and slapped Tu Suozuo hard, his teeth and blood flew out.

Little Khan raised his head stubbornly: "What you said. My sister never told me, I don't believe it!"

The root of the disease is still on the girl Yujia! Lin Wanrong sighed: "Salmu, you have your own eyes. Why can't you see by yourself? From Wuyuan, Helan Mountain to Xingqing Mansion, where is there no trace of war? Where is there no corpse of my Dahua compatriots? Is this fake? Isn't this the land you Turks are doing?"

Little Khan thought about it. want to argue. But he couldn't speak, and it took a long time before he hummed. She said to herself, "Then why has my sister never told me about this?"

Lin Wanrong knew it well, it was like writing on a piece of white paper, it didn't matter who wrote it. The key is what to write.

"This question. If you have a chance in the future, you can ask your sister in person." Lin Wanrong nodded.

Little Khan's eyes widened in surprise: "Lin San, are you telling the truth? Can I really see my sister again?!"

"Of course. I'm not a bad person!" Lin Wanrong nodded with a smile: "Just don't worry, I won't make it difficult for you! If there is a chance in the future, I will take you around. Look at our big How the Chinese play the qin and flute, write poems and paintings, weave and mend silk, and build beams. I will also teach you how to read and write. Look at many wonderful picture books of our Dahua—well, they are all my favorite places to read!"

High, it is too high! Old Hu and the others were dumbfounded, if little Khan learned to play the piano, write poems, mend buildings, and read coloring books. It's still taught by Mr. Lin himself—obediently. Back to the prairie. Can he still hold a knife? !

"Lin San. You are a little bit better than I imagined!" Little Khan didn't seem to be so disgusted with him: "Then let me ask you a question!"

"Well, please!" Lin San had the most kind smile on his face.

Little Khan looked at him with his head tilted: "Do you like my sister?!"