Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"I have seen General Yan, and I have seen the National Teacher."

The two deputy commanders of the Guards stepped forward and bowed respectfully towards them.

"Master Guoshi, the emperor recently encountered a strange and strange thing and needs the guidance of Master Guoshi."

One of them nodded calmly and said, "I also asked the National Teacher to deal with the affairs here, and then return to the imperial city to see Sheng'an with the last generals and Taigong Han."

"……what."

Hearing this, Xiang Xing couldn't help but stared blankly.

Immediately, he quietly looked at the man beside him who was also stunned, and there was a little embarrassment in his eyes.

Are you going to leave...

"Ahem!"

Seeing that the two were silent and stagnant, Taigong Han chuckled lightly, then covered his mouth and coughed lightly, breaking the silence.

Immediately, he stepped forward slowly, raised his brows at Yan Heng, his eyes curved, "Heng'er, let's talk about the specific situation in a place where there are no idle people waiting."

...

Inside the camp general's tent.

"Hey, don't be so nervous, take it easy, take it easy!"

Seeing the two young men sitting upright and staring solemnly at him, Taigong Han couldn't help laughing helplessly and waved to the two of them.

"...Grandfather, it is not a trivial matter to ask the emperor to invite you to come in person!"

The more Yan Heng thought about it, the more tense he felt in his heart. The big palm that was holding the little guy's little hand trembled slightly, sweating finely.

He couldn't help sighing and urged again, "Grandson has cleared all outsiders to a hundred feet away, you can say it!"

"Okay, look at what you look like..."

Taigong Han shook his head with a tut tut, and while speaking, he took out a gilded letter from his sleeve, a gorgeous secret letter.

Handing the letter to Yan Heng, "Here, take a look for yourself first."

"..."

Yan Heng paused, took the letter with a puzzled face, and opened it carefully.

Handing the envelope to Xiang Xing, he couldn't wait to read it.

Compared to letters, Xiang Xing was more interested in the intricate and beautiful envelopes, and held them in his hands to look up and down.

It's really a luxury to make envelopes out of such beautiful paper.

...I don't know why, the texture of this envelope made her feel a little familiar.

Before the little guy could recall where he had seen such a pattern, she suddenly heard that the man beside her couldn't help gasping after reading the letter.

"hiss……"

"What did the letter say?"

Hearing the sound, Xiang Xing raised his head curiously, put his head in Yan Heng's hand, and took a few glances.

But he saw that, like a conditioned reflex, he quickly pinned the letter to the other side.

There was a little shock at the bottom of the ink-like deep eyes, but more, still puzzled and puzzled.

After thinking about it, the man suddenly put Zhixin's hand behind him, and turned his body slightly to the side, facing the confused little guy.

The thin lips were slightly pursed, but there was a look on his face that he was hesitant to speak.

"...what exactly happened?"

Looking at his tangled appearance, Xiang Xing had more and more question marks in his heart.

Even the old man beside him couldn't stand it any longer.

"Tsk... I said Yan Heng, when did you become such a mother-in-law!"

The old man nodded lightly, breaking Yan Heng's silence.

But he turned his attention to Xiang Xing.

Immediately smiled, "Little national teacher, grandpa asked you... How much do you know about your own life experience?"