Step on a branch

Chapter 201
"Old Hou Ye has a straight temper," Lin Fan persuaded softly, "If General Mao has any thoughts, good or bad, you might as well tell him directly, it's amazing..."

General Mao spoke quickly: "What a great fight?"

Lin Fan smiled and nodded.

Seeing him nodding his head, a trace of nostalgia suddenly rose in General Mao's heart.

Patting Lin Fan's shoulder, Mao Gu'an wanted to say something, but he lingered in his throat and swallowed it back.

Many years ago, Lin Xuan also told him so.

Mao Gu'an took it for fun, Lin Xuan said casually, and he listened casually, and put it aside after listening.

When Lin Fan said that just now, old memories flooded up, and Mao Gu'an remembered it all at once.

Really worthy of being two fathers and sons.

General Mao was deeply moved in his heart.

I have heard that Lin Xuan attaches great importance to this only son. Apart from fighting and training, when he stayed in Beijing, he personally raised his son.

Enlightenment in civil and military affairs is all done by the father himself.

It's a pity that Lin Xuan was gone long ago.

And he and Yongninghou.

He is still tough, able to fight and kill the enemy; Qin Yin has to be supported by his son even when he walks...

In this way, he couldn't even fight a fight.

Anyway, he, Mao Gu'an, must have no shame in fighting a patient.

Thinking of this, General Mao smiled wryly and shook his head.

There are indeed many opinions, disagreements, and dissatisfaction, but they are all over 100 years old. After two years, he will not be tough anymore, and he is still thinking about those things, which seems to be meaningless.

It can't be said, hold back this anger and let the coffin board fight?
Otherwise, he would just listen to what Lin Fan said and talk to Yongning Hou?
If you can't fight, you have to quarrel.

He is healthier than Marquis Yongning, so it's not impossible for him to care less.

It is also regarded as a face for Lin Xuan who died early.

Mao Gu'an comforted and encouraged himself, and there was still a hint of stubbornness in his tone: "Good intentions, I appreciate it, I'll think about it again."

After speaking, he took a step forward and strode back to his tent.

Lin Fan looked at his back and laughed.

Huang Yi stood aside and also laughed at this time.

"The mouth is hard," Huang Yi clicked, "The mouth is harder than the back."

Of course, this is for one's own people.

The same general of the Great Zhou Dynasty, when Xiliang and Nanshu were staring at each other, there was no shame in bending over his comrades.

If facing foreign enemies, Huang Yi knew that General Mao's back was straight.

Lin Fan smiled and said, "Not to mention the intimacy, it's also a good thing to have fewer knots."

Huang Yi couldn't be happier.

In his opinion, only General Mao has a heart-to-heart, and the Marquis of Yongning won't worry about it at all, but Lin Fan...

"Not only can you be the king of children," Huang Yi said with a smile, "Boy Lin can really please the old men."

Hearing Huang Yi teasing him, Lin Fan raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you sure? The elders in Beijing get annoyed when they mention me."

Huang Yi laughed out loud.

After laughing, he looked at the smile on Lin Fan's mouth and said in a deep voice, "It's different."

Lin Fan was taken aback.

The smile on Huang Yi's face was all put away, and it was rare to be serious, so he repeated: "It's not the same."

Lin Fan's temperament has changed.

Huang Yi has only gradually noticed this change in the past few days.

He was no longer the commander of the Red Guards, he no longer had to consider and weigh the advances and retreats of the court, and he didn't have to rack his brains to find out information from all sides, so Lin Fan was no longer the one on the tree who was so tired of him.

Such a change did not make Huang Yi feel strange, but, unconsciously, added familiarity and nostalgia.

Ten years ago, when Huang Yi was a child, he knew Lin Fan like this.

Cheerful, straightforward, fearless.

It seems inappropriate to use "vigorous" to describe a mischievous child who climbed up a tree into a house, but this word can describe Lin Fan now.

Lin Fan didn't need to do anything deliberately to make many soldiers in the army attracted and convinced by him.

Huang Yi often talked with the soldiers on drills and on duty, and he also heard Feng Jing chirp about who he knew and who said Duke Ding was really good...

Just like, the kid king back then.

This made Huang Yi deeply moved and very happy.

"I've known you for more than ten years." Facing the dark night sky, Huang Yi sighed, "I think this is the real you, just like when I was a child, I really miss you, playing from the southeast to the northwest in Beijing ..."

Lin Fan laughed lightly.

At that time, it was really carefree.

It's no wonder that the empress dowager became suspicious of him.

His facial features are similar to his adoptive mother, who is his aunt. He actually didn't look like his biological father Zhao Lin when he was a child.

Even now, judging by the eyes of the insider, Marquis Yongning, there is a faint shadow of Zhao Lin, and it will be more similar in a few years.

That year, what made the Empress Dowager suspicious was not his appearance, but his character.

The king of children who laugh out loud.

Later, Lin Fan restrained himself.

Losing his father and growing up, it is very reasonable for a lively skin boy to become a modest old man and then to a young man.

But just as Huang Yi said, no matter how upright he was in Beijing, when he arrived at Feimenguan, where the mountains were high and the emperor was far away, the energy in his bones would come out again.

However, whether it is modest or arrogant, it is actually him.

Keeping it or letting it go is part of his temperament.

"Want to fight from the southeast to the northwest?" Lin Fan smiled, facing the west side, and pointed to the city wall of the pass, "Go all the way west, and beat the Xiliang people back to their hometown."

Huang Yi clapped his hands and laughed.

Feeling or something, I can't take care of it for a while.

After all, the matter of "breaking through Xiliang" is so exciting.

On the other side, General Mao, who had returned to his tent, tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He had been on the field for a while last night after driving for two days, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

After thinking about it, he put on his clothes, got up, and walked outside Qin Yin's tent.

"Master Hou is asleep?" General Mao and the guards said, "We came back from the inspection outside the customs. I guess he was thinking about it, so he hurried to report."

The curtains were drawn, and it was pitch black inside.

The guard was about to speak, but Qin Yin's voice came out: "Come in, General Mao."

Mao Gu'an strode in, and under the guidance of Marquis Yongning, he lit the oil lamp in the tent by the light of the fire in the camp outside.

Pulling the stick, Mao Gu'an sat down and said, "I'm sorry I woke up the old Hou Ye."

Qin Yin looks at him.

I'm so sorry.

Mao Gu'an made it clear that he came to quarrel with him on purpose.

Still "hurry up", looking at Mao Gu'an's attire, you can tell that this person can't sleep in the early morning, and the scourge counts as one.

Fortunately, his old man is not afraid of noise.

He didn't feel sleepy at all!

Thinking about it, it is true, whoever is resting from morning to night, can not dance swords, can not ride a horse, can only lie down, dozed off during the day, and is full of energy at night.

"You're already awake, what are you sorry to do?" Yongninghou said, "Hurry up and talk about the investigation situation."

　See you tomorrow~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)