The cute apprentice of the national teacher is charming and wild

Chapter 56 056: Gu Zhijin's "Lover"

Gu Zhijin and Fudong stared blankly at each other, then burst out laughing.

"Silly girl, what nonsense are you talking about? Do you know what 'lover' means?" Gu Zhijin smiled, folded the letter in his hand and put it in the envelope.

"I know, 'Lover' is a man who likes each other with his sister." Nan Zhuohua raised his small chin, and his tone was quite complacent.

These things were all popularized by sister Mi Yan.She didn't understand it before, but now it doesn't bother her.

"At such a young age, I know a lot," Gu Zhijin helped Nan Zhuohua get off his feet, helped her comb her messy hair, took her hand and went out, teasingly chuckled: "Go, go back with my sister." Sheng Jinyuan, let me show you my sister's 'lover.'"

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Nan Zhuohua's rolling eyeballs looked expectant.

Back at Shengjin Courtyard, Gu Zhijin asked Fudong and Yuanxia to make some new tea and put it on the table, ready to welcome that "lover."

Half a quarter of an hour.

A slender figure appeared at the gate of the courtyard, wearing a long T-shirt, black hair in a high bun, and light-colored red lips curled into a faint smile.

His bones are as deserted as the moon, like Mr. Moyu.

"General Yi'an!"

Seeing someone coming, Fudong immediately shouted into the room: "Miss, come out quickly, General Yi'an is here."

Gu Zhijin in the house heard the sound and led Nan Zhuohua out in a hurry.

Seeing the thin figure at the door, Gu Zhijin's nose suddenly became sore, and his words trembled slightly: "Ah Bai, you are back."

After a few springs and autumns, the face in front of me is still the same as before, the eyebrows and eyes are the same as before, and the years are the same.

"Well, I'm back."

Song Zhibai entered the yard, looked at each other, looked at the frail Gu Zhijin, his eyes were stained with sentimentality, "Are you in good health?"

"Well, it's fine."

Gu Zhijin took Nan Zhuohua by the hand and introduced: "This is the real sister I often call you in letters, my Xiaojiu."

Nan Zhuohua greeted obediently: "Brother, my name is Nan Zhuohua." She smiled, revealing that she was very delicate and naive.

Song Zhibai was stunned, and looked at Gu Zhijin with pale smokey eyebrows.

Gu Zhijin sneered, and then corrected Nan Zhuohua: "Little sister, I'm called sister, not brother."

"Sister?" Nan Zhuohua was surprised, "Isn't she my sister's 'lover'?" How did she become "sister" again?

Nan Zhuohua's eyes rolled on Song Zhibai's body. This sister's pure and heroic spirit, coupled with her attire, was indeed indistinguishable.

Gu Zhijin stroked Nan Zhuohua's little head, and said with a smile: "Sister was just teasing you, Abai is just like a fake daughter."

Turning around, she smiled apologetically at Song Zhibai: "Children speak without restraint, don't worry about it."

"No," Song Zhibai chuckled, took a few steps forward, squatted down in front of Nan Zhuohua, pinched her little fleshy face lightly, and whispered with a smile: "My name is Song Zhibai, and I'm your sister." My close friend, you can call me Sister Abai, and I can call you Xiaojiu, okay?"

There is a thin layer of calluses on her fingertips, which are not as soft and delicate as the hands of other noble ladies, presumably because of holding swords all year round.

Nan Zhuohua nodded, "Hello, Sister Abai," and greeted again politely.

"Good." Song Zhibai chuckled.

"Let's go into the room and talk." Gu Zhijin said.

Holding Song Zhibai's wrist, he led her and Nan Zhuohua into the room and sat down.

Song Zhibai's wrist is very thin, and it feels a little awkward when held in it. She has been stationed at the border all year round, her skin is still fair and delicate, and her clear blood vessels can be seen on her wrist.

Gu Zhijin's eyes were distressed: "It's been a long time since I saw you. You are really thinner than when you were a child. Are you too tired at the border?"

She was thin when she was a child, and became thinner when she grew up.

Song Zhibai looked back at her, and couldn't help shaking his head and chuckling: "It's the same with you, your complexion is not as good as when you were a child."

When she was a child, Ah Jin, although her body was fragile, her complexion was not so pale. At that time, there was always a light in her eyes, but now, there is only wind and frost left.

Perhaps it was because Mrs. Nan was still alive at that time.

Nan Zhuohua sat aside, put her arms on the table, and quietly listened to the conversation between the two with her hands holding her small face. She could feel that the two sisters had a very good relationship.

But it seems that she hasn't seen each other for a long time, because she can see the joy of reunion after a long absence on the faces of the two sisters.

She asked, "Sister, how long has it been since you met?"

Gu Zhijin looked up and sighed, "It's been about ten years."

Song Zhibai also sighed: "It's been ten years."

There is a two-year age difference between the two. Gu Zhijin is 16 years old this year, and Song Zhibai is already old. They separated ten years ago and have never met since then, but they have always exchanged letters.

Song Zhibai's father was the marshal under Mr. Nan's command in the early years, and the two were also friends who had forgotten the years. Later, Song Zhibai's mother, Wen Shi, was also a close friend of Nan Shaoyin's boudoir.

And Song Zhibai and Gu Zhijin have been friends with handkerchiefs since they were young. Gu Zhijin is weak and inconvenient to go out, so Song Zhibai came to play with her.

After the death of Grandpa Nan, Song Zhibai's father conquered the world and was named General Zhen Guo.

Song Zhibai's mother died of illness when Song Zhibai was eight years old, and General Song's thoughts were all hopeless. In his life, he only married Wen Shi as his wife, and he didn't have a single concubine.

After Wen's death, General Song vowed that he would never reunite in this life. There was no mistress in the General's Mansion, and no one took care of the young Song Zhibai.

After thinking about it, General Song took Song Zhibai to the border to raise him. Since then, Song Zhibai and Gu Zhijin have been separated, and they have never seen each other again, and exchanged letters occasionally.

Song Zhibai grew up in the border gates since he was a child, honed his tenacity, learned to dance with swords and spears, and was proficient in all eighteen martial arts. He joined his father in battle at the age of ten to kill enemies.

Five years ago, when Song Zhibai was 13 years old, it was the time when Beiyan and Dajin were at war.

Later, with the help of Yun Ranyue, Beiyan was defeated, and Song Zhibai also inherited the burden on his father's shoulders, and was canonized by the Holy Master as a general, with the title of Yi'an.

This is also the first female general since the founding of the Jin Dynasty.

For the territory that his father swore to guard to the death, Song Zhibai guarded the border all the year round, never returning to Beijing.

Gu Zhijin asked: "Why did Ah Bai think of going back to Beijing this year? Is there something wrong?"

Song Zhibai replied: "It's nothing serious, just that there is no war at the border recently, I will take the time to go back to Beijing to see how you are doing, and I will also take advantage of the New Year's banquet to go to the palace to see how my aunt is doing."

The Song family also had a weak network. Song Zhibai's father's line had only one younger sister, who was Song Zhibai's aunt, who was selected into the palace as a concubine when she was young.

The general's mansion is now deserted, and there is nothing to worry about. If it wasn't for Dijing and her aunt and Ajin who she cared about, she might have to guard the border for the rest of her life.

She prefers the boldness and straightforwardness of frontier fighters to the intrigues of imperial officials.

Gu Zhijin asked again: "When will you go back to the border?"

Song Zhibai thought about it for a while: "Wait until after the Shangyuan Festival. Anyway, there is nothing to do at the border recently, so there is no rush."

(End of this chapter)