[Chapter 164 Chapter 164 Becoming a Popular Person after Divorce (41)]
He solemnly opened the letter, but saw only one line of beautiful small handwriting on it:
Dad, I’ve brought you a magical young soldier.
Xu Wenjian carefully looked at his face and trembled his lips: "Uncle, what's the big deal?"
Yan Wanshan crumpled up the letter and stuffed it into his pocket. He put his arm around his shoulders and took him to the training ground. "This matter is not a big deal, but it's not a small one either."
"Let me explain it to you in detail."
Xu Wenzhang was so nervous that his heart was beating fast, but after waiting for a long time, he only heard one sentence: "Forget it, it's okay if you don't tell me."
…
It is true that listening to your words is like listening to your words.
But the other party was a great general who had driven the enemy back hundreds of miles away, and was also one of the two elders he respected the most (the other was his father).
Ahem, he is also Aqing’s father.
So what my uncle said must have made sense.
It was just that he was too stupid to comprehend the deep meaning.
Yan Wanshan asked the soldiers to display a formation and picked out several captains for a face-to-face battle.
"What do you think kid?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Xu Wenzhang was so excited that he wanted to hold the sword at his waist tightly, but then he remembered that he had surrendered his weapon before entering the military camp.
Then he clenched his fist and threw it violently: "Okay!"
There seemed to be a galaxy turning upside down in his eyes, so bright.
"Let's compete?" Yan Wanshan stroked his beard, and the long beard obscured the smile on the corner of his mouth.
Xu Wenzhang nodded and went up without any hesitation.
Seeing that his opponents were fighting with bare chests, revealing their muscular bodies, he also followed the local custom and took off his robe.
Compared with the rough guys in the military camp, he, who was raised in luxury, looked delicate and tender, and did not pose any threat at all.
Although his muscles are not exaggerated, the lines are smooth and the blocks are clearly defined, showing the power stored in them.
He didn't put much effort into learning martial arts, but he had a solid foundation and his physical fitness was not inferior to that of the soldiers in the camp.
After all, he had been punished by his father to do horse stance and squat since he was a child.
When fighting against soldiers who had been trained for a long time, his mediocre skills were indeed not enough, but his physical flexibility was unmatched by the opponents.
Yan Wanshan praised repeatedly: "Good job!"
He had long seen that the old man's son was a talented person with great potential.
After the battle between the two, Xu Wenzhang narrowly won with his light steps.
Yan Wanshan patted his shoulder: "Are you willing to follow me?"
Xu Wenzhang was about to agree excitedly, but then he thought of his father who could chase him for several miles with a cane, and some hesitation appeared on his face.
"I also want to stay in the barracks with my uncle, but as for my father..." He blinked, hoping that the other party would say something that could help him solve the subsequent problems.
Yan Wanshan put his hands behind his back, his beard puffed up high: "Don't worry, old man, I will explain it to you."
Xu Wenzhang was so happy that he almost jumped up: "I am willing to follow my uncle and serve him as a dog and a horse!"
Yan Wanshan nodded with satisfaction, turned around and took him back to the commander's office, and instructed his son Yan Qiansong to arrange his next matters in the military camp.
"Dad, why did you kidnap the son of Lin'an Marquis?"
Yan Qiansong inherited his father's genes perfectly. He is tall and strong, with bulging muscles full of strength.
He has thick eyebrows and fierce eyes, and is resolute and handsome.
His voice was like thunder, and he didn't even try to avoid people because of his loud voice. Xu Wenjian, who was standing next to him, twitched his eyebrows when he heard it.
Yan Wanshan slapped his son on the head: "There are no fathers and sons in the army!"
"Yes, General!" Yan Qiansong straightened his back, then lowered his head and asked curiously, "General father, why did you kidnap someone's son to your doorstep?"
"What's the meaning of crookedness? That's all nonsense." Yan Wanshan coughed and whispered, "It was your sister who tricked the young general here."
Xu Wenzhang: …
This is both a lie and a bluff, there is nothing good to say about it.
Why do I always feel like my IQ is looked down upon?
"My sister, it's okay now." Yan Qiansong slapped Xu Wenjian on the back, "Come on, go and spar with me."
His sister is much more reliable than his father.
Xu Wenxuan is a straightforward person and never puts on airs.
Relying on his experience as a playboy in the capital, he easily infiltrated the military camp and thrived there.
I was thinking about what Yan Qing once said, that he wanted to become a disciple and learn martial arts.
In addition to daily training on the training grounds, he also swung his sword thousands of times.
After he becomes stronger, won’t he be able to teach A-Qing?
Thinking of Yan Qing, he took out the small wooden fish he had brought with him.
It was as if he wanted to hide all his improper thoughts about his master's wife and his guilt towards his master in the "dong dong dong" sound of the collision.
Outside the tent, the Yan family father and son were both stunned when they heard this.
"What is he doing?" Yan Wanshan's eyes were like copper bells.
Yan Qiansong scratched his head: "Let's give the enemy salvation in advance."
"He is aware." Yan Wanshan stroked his beard with admiration on his face.
During training the next day, Yan Qiansong came to tell Xu Wenzhang that his father had sent a letter to Lin'an Prefecture in the capital, asking him to stay here with peace of mind.
"I understand, Brother Qiansong." Xu Wenzhang finally took a breath.
However, before he could finish his breath, Yan Qiansong's next words brought it up in his heart.
"Good boy, I remember that you and my little sister had an engagement when you were children. If that incident hadn't happened, maybe I would be your brother-in-law, hahaha..."
Yan Qiansong pinched his muscles which had become much stronger and sighed.
After Xu Wenjian heard this, the iron lump he was using to train his arm strength suddenly fell and hit his toe.
He cried out in pain.
However, what hurt more than his feet was his heart.
He tried so hard to suppress his feelings for A-Qing, and he still felt so guilty towards his master.
It turns out that he was the one who was stolen.
Ah Qing should have been his wife.
He took out the handkerchief that he was reluctant to throw away from the lapel close to his heart and bit it in his mouth. He felt so aggrieved that tears welled up in his eyes.
The military doctor thought he was in pain.
It really hurts. Look at the thumb, it's so swollen that it can make a "yeah" shape.
Yan Qiansong smiled and comforted: "It's okay, it's okay, cry for a while now, and make the enemy cry on the battlefield in the future."
At this time, the Marquis' Mansion also received a letter from Yan Wanshan.
Marquis Lin'an thought that his old friend had finally remembered him, and was just about to praise him for having some conscience, but when he opened the letter, he was so angry that smoke came out of his nostrils.
There is only one sentence on it -
Little old man, your son is here with me, hahahahaha…
He could already imagine the smug look on that old man Yan Wanshan's face.
"I'm so angry! I'm so angry! This rebellious son!" He knocked the crutches in his hand to the ground and broke them.
His wife beside him patted his chest and said, "It is also the child's wish to achieve great things. As long as General Yan is here, Zhang'er will be fine."
Lin'an Hou looked at his lame right leg and sighed heavily, "I know what that kid is thinking."
Ever since he retreated from the front line, the boy has been holding a grudge.
But on the battlefield, there are not only open guns that stain the yellow sand with blood, but also hidden arrows of intrigue and deception.
It's easy to dodge a spear, but hard to guard against an arrow from the dark!
"Forget it." He walked into his son's room and sat there for the whole day.
Yan Qing and others who were far away in Pingnan City had already made preparations to return to Beijing.
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