Ode to the Dragon

Chu Feng never thought that when they were fighting in the front line, how many soldiers paid for their blood and lives, and the military achievements and rewards they got were replaced by the people of the Wumeng, who made other people's wedding clothes.

"Tut Tut, it's a pity that these poor people are fighting for their lives to serve the country, hoping to have a bright future. In the end, he could only make a wedding dress for others in vain, and he came back disappointed. "

Wei Zhenlin thought-provoking smile, a stroke of the pen, directly to the credit book, a soldier's name.

Instead, they were young nephews who came from rich families and were famous.

The reason is very simple. These big families can give them a hundred times, a thousand times more benefits than other poor families.

It's hard for poor families to have noble children, because they blocked the promotion channel early.

It's cruel, but it's realistic.

Wei Zhongxian just painlessly said: "this is fate, their origin, doomed that they can only stay at the bottom, from generation to generation, over and over again."

"At most, give them one or two more places to be dogs. Isn't it interesting to watch these despicable people fight to death for a dog qualification?"

Wei Zhenlin also had a funny smile, and his face was thought-provoking.

In their eyes, these poor children are no different from some animals. They are just being slaughtered by others -

however, people are doing, and the sky is watching.

Wei Zhongxian never thought that this set of rules they were proud of would be crushed by a young man, and the Nuo Dawu League would collapse suddenly -

....

the cold wind was blowing up and the autumn was strong.

In autumn, Yanjing brings a sense of coolness. It is also a bleak season. The withering of all things always gives people a kind of inexplicable sadness.

However, all of these do not affect the children's interest at all -

Chu Feng lies leisurely in the yard, watching the happy dancing, sometimes playing with a few rhubarb dogs in the yard, sometimes playing on the swing, making Yun MuQing cold sweat, sometimes having nothing to do, pulling up some moustaches of his dozing uncle Zhong and giggling -

hurry up Years later, many flowers grow tall, this character is still unchanged, it is a headache.

Chu Feng fondly looked at the carefree little girl and the familiar scenes in the courtyard. His mind was full of childhood impressions -

"seventeen years, a moment." Uncle Zhong sighed, "I remember when you were about this age, you played with Miss Xin'er all day. Now, your daughter is so old --

" Xin'er -- "

Chu Feng whispered, and the little girl with the ball and the glutinous came to mind.

She was his half sister, and one of the few people who were good to herself in this palace -

but after a short time, she was taken to the imperial capital, and they never met again.

"Is xiner all right now?" Chu Feng thought of this younger sister and asked in a voice.

"Fortunately, she is still introverted and depressed. She seldom goes out and has few friends." Zhongbo shakes his head and sighs, "I went to see her several times last year, and every time she was anxious to inquire about your news, she missed you very much."

Chu Feng frowned and asked: "Xin'er's eyes are not good yet?"