I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

"Master, stand up."

"Stand up!"

The old Marquis was immediately angry.

He is not disabled.

"Master, I'm fine, why don't you, old boy, curse me?"

But then his eyes widened and he asked in a trembling voice: "Stand up?"

"It is really a son's sin to disturb his father's rest."

Before the person arrives, the sound has already arrived.

A tall and handsome man walked in from the door, and with the backlight, he looked even more radiant.

The old Marquis stood up immediately, walked quickly to him, and excitedly held Wen Yue's shoulders, crying: "My son."

"Quickly, let me see your leg injury."

Wen Yue rolled up his trouser legs. The wound on his calf had healed, but the leg bones were still a little awkward.

But it's enough. For the old Marquis, this is already excellent.

The best result is for my son to stand up again.

"Hahaha!"

"My son stood up."

The old Marquis laughed heartily and was extremely excited.

Finally he let out a breath of turbidity.

The originally rickety body was much straighter, and his face was glowing red.

Wen Yue nodded.

He knew that his father was actually happy that the Hou Mansion had regained its inheritance.

There will be no lame Marquis, and there is no need to wait any longer.

But at least at this moment, Marquis Jing'an was happy for him, and that was enough.

Whether it's a pretense or sincere, everyone in the Hou Mansion will be happy, and all the unhappiness in the past will be wiped away.

No one will ever mention the second roommate who once wanted to compete with Wen Yue.

It's like the second room really died of a sudden illness.

"Son, now that you've stood up again, what about the engagement?"

Marquis Jingan lowered his voice.

As soon as he saw that his once-so-excellent son was well again, Marquis Jing'an immediately felt like Xiao Jiujiu.

I feel that marrying Annanbo's daughter is a bit inappropriate.

Although An Nanbo also has some background, he is still far behind compared to the Hou Mansion.

Even if the other party complains about breaking off the engagement, he will have to bear the loss.

Tu Shanjun hid in the soul flag and watched the whole show.

He thinks Wen Yue is a pretty good person, but Wen Yue's father is really snobbish.

He would turn around and trick his in-laws who were already engaged to him.

The only advantage is that Marquis Jing'an respects Wen Yue's opinions.

To be honest, Marquis Jing'an still felt a sense of debt and guilt.

He is just an ordinary second-generation dude who took over the title from Grandpa Wen Yue. He has no independent opinions and is wavering on major issues.

If it weren't for the fact that he was a top-notch expert, he might have been tricked to death long ago.

Wen Yue knew somewhat about his father's temperament.

He shook his head and said, "Father, there is no need to persuade him. Uncle Anan helped his son when he was in trouble. I don't want to let down their family."

"That's fine too."

Although it was embarrassing, the old Marquis no longer cared too much.

It was okay to be ridiculed for marrying a blind man. As long as the prince had no problems, he would be satisfied.

"There is one more thing that I need my father's help with."

"you say."

"I know that tomorrow's court meeting will hold accountable the Luohe battle, re-select generals, and form a large army."

"I want to be the vanguard of this expedition."

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on Marquis Jing'an's face suddenly solidified.

He blew his beard and glared, and retorted fiercely: "No!"

"As the saying goes, a lesson learned makes you wiser. You are just recovering from your injury, but you want to die?"

"I won't agree, no matter what, I won't agree."

This reaction was also expected by Wen Yue. Wen Yue said slowly: "Father, do you know whose head this pioneer officer will fall on if I don't take responsibility?"

"If you love someone, it can't be me."

Marquis Jing'an waved his hand, sat back on his seat, picked up the tea bowl and was about to drink.

"You guessed it."

Marquis Jing'an immediately trembled.

Staring at his son in disbelief: "Seriously? Is the information accurate?"

Wen Yue opened his palm and pressed it back: "It came from the person in the palace."

"It is said that His Majesty has already settled with three prime ministers."

"Dad, you will go into battle tomorrow."

"Okay, if nothing happens, I'll go back first."

Wen Yue turned around with a smile and muttered at the same time:

"one"

"two,"

"three…"

"Wait!"

Marquis Jingan sighed, walked up to Wen Yue, and smiled.

Wen Yue also laughed.

There is no doubt about it.

His timid father would definitely stop him.

Marquis Jingan patted Wen Yue on the shoulder with a complicated expression: "You have grown up."

"Dad, I still remember that when you were a kid, you insisted on practicing martial arts. In the end, when you were tired, you covered yourself with urine and mud."

"I'll hold you and find water to wash you off."

"In a blink of an eye, you have grown so big."

"Dad is relieved to leave the Marquis Mansion to you."

Wen Yue went from being cunning at first to being astonished.

When Marquis Jingan recalled what happened when he was a child, he was actually moved.

But when I heard the end, I was incredibly shocked.

This was completely different from what he had imagined. Where had the cowardly, devoid of opinions, and fainted at the sight of blood gone?

It sounds like he wants to hand the entire Hou Mansion into his hands.

Whether it was out of filial piety or original plans, Wen Yue was not allowed to make changes.

Wen Yue, who was originally confident, became anxious: "Dad, with your current body, going to the battlefield is the same as sending yourself to death!"

So what if you are a first-rate master?

The dandy prince had emptied his body in his early years. If it weren't for the strength of a Zang-Refining Realm warrior, he would have died in a woman's belly.

He was struck with a sword by Xiang Hu, who had become an immortal master, and he vomited blood. His injuries have not yet fully recovered.

With this body, it is impossible to survive on the battlefield.

"Hey!"

"Dad has been a loser all his life."

"When I'm old, I can die for Daliang. I should be considered half a hero."

Marquis Jing'an looked out the door.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the fireworks on earth are also beautiful.

It’s so nostalgic.

"No, I won't agree!"

Now it was Wen Yue's turn to jump.

Even though this man is a dandy, he is the backbone of the family. If he really falls down, there may be some trouble.

Besides, his strength is now beyond ordinary people. If he doesn't wipe out the North, he will feel ashamed of Xiang Hu.

Another thing is to control the evil spirits and ghosts of the gentleman in the soul banner.

If you are stuck in Liangdu and can only clean up some unworthy monsters and monsters, when will you be able to come forward?

Tu Shanjun originally just watched the show with his arms crossed, but now he became silent.

Not because it messed up the plan.

I just didn't expect that such a Marquis, who only cares about small benefits, would accept it calmly after learning about it.

At this moment, Tu Shanjun suddenly understood where Wen Yue's open-mindedness came from.

It's the person in front of me.

The old Marquis folded his hands, turned his head slightly to look at Wen Yue, and said with a smile: "Why do you want to be a traitor?"

Wen Yue calmed down and his expression returned to the past:

"wrong."

"My son stopped it just because of his pure filial piety."

"Besides, with my great master's strength, no one can do anything to me on the battlefield."

"It's better for you to stay at home and take care of yourself when you're old."

Marquis Jing'an originally thought that Wen Yue would come up with a lot of arguments to convince him.

He was preparing a lot of manuscripts, waiting for Wen Yue to speak up and scold him.

It also reflects the majesty of his father.

Who would have thought that it would be personal force.

This time he was really calmed down, and he asked with a surprised look on his face: "Grand Master?"