Red Heart Survey

"General Yang! Let's go ashore and play!"

A few soldiers pushed each other over and greeted the lieutenant general.

These soldiers smiled freely, but all of them had a fierce temperament, and they looked like warriors capable of fighting.

The control in the military is strict, that is to say, the big guys can be more relaxed when they are withdrawn from the battlefield now, and it is inevitable that they will be a little bit unrestrained.

Yang Yin is also very understanding.

"Let's go through this water journey, and you will be allowed to play for a day in the next city. Then we will go directly back to Jiujiang County."

The soldiers were a little disappointed, but no one expressed dissent. After all, they are Jiujiang Xuanjia, the most elite army in the entire Zhuang Kingdom, and obeying orders has long been an instinct.

After arranging his soldiers, Yang Yin bent down and got into the cabin, and sure enough, he saw his general bored in the corner.

Neither lighted a lamp nor spoke.

"You should have a good rest this time. Others have rotated more than a dozen times and avoided the front line. It's good for you to stay at the front line and refuse to come down. If General Duan hadn't directly ordered you to go back to Jiujiang, you would have killed Entering Dingwu City."

The General Duan he was talking about was Duan Li, the chief general of Jiujiang Xuanjia. And Dingwu City is the capital of Mo Country, and Mo Country admires military strategists, so even the name of the capital is so murderous.

Yang Yin deliberately told a joke to adjust the atmosphere, but it was obviously not that funny.

At least the bearded Du Yehu couldn't laugh.

"For me, rest is on the battlefield." Du Yehu muffled: "The beasts in Jiujiang County are not allowed to kill too many, there is nothing left to kill."

Yang Yin had a headache: "The fate of our army is of course on the battlefield. But no one is made of iron. After years of fighting, how can we endure it? General Duan thinks highly of you, and he sent you back to rest because he is afraid of you. Falling into Dao Heart, corrupted by killing intent..."

Du Yehu glanced at him impatiently: "You are here again."

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything." Yang Yin raised his hand and surrendered. When Du Yehu was in a better mood, he said in a stitch: "Whether you like it or not, you have been transferred back anyway. The so-called military order is hard to violate. Before you return General Duan has nothing to do with the garrison, how about we go to the shore to play together? How about finding some beauties and listening to a little song?"

He courteously said: "Anyway, you have no place to spend your salary. With so much bounty, you can't finish drinking just drinking. It's better to be cheaper, brothers!"

"Yang Yin." Du Yehu rested his head on the bulkhead. Through the thick wooden boards, he couldn't see the scene outside the cabin, but he knew where it was.

Where is this close.

"Did you hear that?" he asked.

"Hear what?"

"There are some voices that keep shouting in my ears."

Yang Yin heard the sound of river waves beating against the side of the warship, and the sound of soldiers walking back and forth on the deck, but there was no shouting.

Not even a single cry, where did some come from?

He swallowed and asked, "What are you shouting for?"

"They asked." Du Yehu frowned in pain: "They asked me—why aren't you here?"

Before Yang Yin could say anything more, Du Yehu sat up suddenly again: "Where are there bandits, water thieves, or any villains nearby? Hurry up!"

Yang Yin shivered, quickly took out a pamphlet, and quickly flipped through it: "Walk 30 miles along the waterway, and go straight to the east bank for 40 miles. There is a bandit, which is the trial of the disciples of the local City Dao Academy this year... ..."

Before he finished speaking, Du Yehu had already grabbed a saber and walked away alone.

Yang Yin sat in the cabin and was stunned for a while before putting away the booklet.

Of course he knew what Du Yehu was doing, and he was almost used to this kind of thing.

But what worried him was that Du Yehu's condition seemed to be getting worse and worse, and it was getting harder and harder to control his killing intent.

Yang Yin sat cross-legged silently, Du Yehu flew away from the ship alone, and the warship sailed at a constant speed on the Qingjiang River.

The water surface reflects the sky, and the clouds are blooming.

The boat travels in the water like traveling on the clouds.

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Jiang An'an on the cloud was worrying.

She felt that Sister Qingyu was very strange today.

I laughed when I saw myself, and I didn't know what I was laughing at.

Did I forget to wipe my mouth after eating chicken legs?

Jiang An'an wiped her small mouth, making it clean and refreshed.

Ah, not only sister Qingyu, they are all very strange.

That round-faced, playful little sister Wang—she also has a very gentle sister, who is Senior Sister Da Wang——Sister Wang has been asking her brother about things lately.

How old is it? Is it good-looking... My brother is of course the most beautiful in the world!

He asked his brother again if he had a meat partner, but was chased away by Sister Qingyu's ears.

What is meat with? Meat dishes?

It's really weird these people.

Little Jiang An'an felt very tired.

She has to worry about so many people, big and small, and a whole bunch of things. She has endured troubles that she shouldn't have to bear at her age.

She really wanted to say, can you people be busy with business. Just play around every day without practicing or studying? I, Jiang An'an, have to practice boxing every day! There is still a big copybook!

There is also that annoying senior brother - originally called Mo Liang senior, but he was too annoying, so he changed his name to annoying ghost senior - dangled in front of me seven or eight times a day today!

It dazzled my eyes!

One will take this to eat, the other will take that to eat, and apologize bluntly.

Do you think I, Jiang Anan, am a pig? Just trying to coax me with something to eat?

I eat your food and I still don't forgive you. snort!

There is also Senior Brother Fang—Senior Brother Fang is not actually named Fang, but he has a very square face, so he is called Senior Brother Fang—Senior Brother Fang suddenly came over today to say something, women never complain, let the past go.

But I have already told Uncle Ye about the fact that he snatched my chicken leg. I don't call it a complaint... Uncle Ye secretly appointed me as the supervisor! I am reporting work...

They always secretly roast snow cranes to eat, and they can't blame me if they get beaten. I can't bend the law for my own sake...

The more Jiang An'an thought about it, the more tired he became, his little brows were wrinkled together.

Write a letter to my brother at night and ask him what to do. Did I report to work and be discovered? They are so strange today, do they want to hit me...

Thinking of this, Jiang Anan looked at every brother and sister dangling around, and the more he looked, the more he felt that the situation was not good.

Forget it, let's hide with Uncle Ye first. Although Uncle Ye always likes to tell stories that have been repeated many times, he is safe there. Brothers and sisters are afraid of him...

With a plan in mind, Jiang An'an turned around on the spot and ran away with short legs.

"Eh!"

She crashed into a mass of softness.

Sister Qingyu suddenly appeared in front of her somehow, and Jiang Anan slammed into her arms.

"You are running in such a hurry, where are you going?" Ye Qingyu asked angrily.

Jiang An'an rubbed his head before raising his head, blinking his eyes: "I'm going to play chess with Uncle Ye!"

Is playing chess with chess pieces? Two people come and go, you put a ginger character, I put a leaf character, also called playing chess?

Ye Qingyu was a little helpless, but still said: "Playing chess with the old man is too boring!"

She smiled: "How about I take you to a fun place?"

"Where is it?" Jiang An'an regained his spirits all of a sudden.

"You'll know when we arrive!" Ye Qingyu said mysteriously, "I'm sure you'll be satisfied!"

Jiang An'an was about to agree subconsciously, but suddenly remembered the "terrible guess" before, so she asked cleverly, "Is it just the two of us?"

"Of course." Ye Qingyu was a little confused: "Who else do you want to bring with you?"

"No one!" Jiang Anan felt relieved and clenched her fists: "Let's go now!"

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PS:

I hope readers can feel Du Yehu's heart after reading the first half.

When I saw the second half, I was able to smile knowingly again.

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