Rebirth of a Star General Chapter 79: Juvenile

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At that time, Xiao Jue took Nanfu soldiers to Jingzhou. Although the world knew that the second son of Xiao was both martial and civil, he could not afford to be an important task when he was young. Zhao Nuo is an envoy of Jingzhou Jiedi, who is lustful and greedy for money, not learning and skillless. When Xiao Jue first arrived in Jingzhou, he ignored Xiao Jue. Often jokes lightly, very rude. That's not it. In the Jingzhou First War, Xiao Jue led his troops to the battlefield. Zhao Nuo was greedy for life and fear of death in the rear. He commanded wrongly and delayed the fighter plane, causing many soldiers to die innocently. Seeing him so mad, Xiao Jue was **** and taken down.

Zhao Nuo's father is the Shangshu of the Ministry of War. He himself stayed in Jingzhou for many years. Naturally, countless people interceded. There were no shortage of high-ranking officials and nobles. They threatened and lured Xiao Jue. He was just deceiving Xiao Jue's youth and he was unaccompanied here.

"He is the Jiedu ambassador of Jingzhou. His father is the Shangshu of the Household Department. How many people in the court have made good relations with the Zhao family. If you offend him, it will be difficult for you to move in the future!"

Xiao Jue remained unmoved, he only smiled contemptuously: "But Shang Shu is so rampant, even if his officials worship the prime minister, the commander will still be able to kill him."

Three days later, Xiao Jue led his troops to surround Zhao Nuo's mansion and pushed Zhao Nuo to the monument hall of the fallen soldiers and beheaded.

"The Zhao family was actually close to the Xiao family and the Cheng family," Cheng Lisu recalled: "That Zhao Nuo, logically speaking, was related to us. My mother was still there at the time. I personally write to my uncle to open up the internet and stay a line of work."

"Uncle just didn't listen." He smiled, a little helpless, and a little proud.

"Duke Xiao acts like this, aren't you afraid that someone will instigate your majesty?" He Yan thought for a while, "Your Majesty will also be dissatisfied."

"As expected of my eldest brother, he asked the same questions as me." Cheng Lisu said openly: "I also think my uncle's move was too rash."

Later, a long time later, the young man had already put away his love, became introverted and calm, and became a high-ranking commander of the right army. Cheng Lisu asked: "Uncle, you are not afraid that your Majesty will create a barrier to you?"

The young man was reading a book, he just smiled when he heard that, and said indifferently: "He doesn't dare."

The emperor did not dare, not, the courtiers were not afraid.

In fact, it was true. Even though the officials in the court had all said bad things about him, the book on the Jinluan Hall of the Hubu Shangshu asked for punishment one by one, but in the end it was nothing. It was really because Xiao Jue took the Nanfu soldiers and defeated the Nanban steadily.

At the time of hiring, a dead Jidu Shi, a talented person from a million, Emperor Xuanwen was not blind, so he naturally knew how to choose.

It's just that Emperor Wenxuan didn't dare to cure Xiao Jue's crimes, which does not mean that rumors and rumors did not spread in the city of Shuojing. Zhao Tong and Xiao Jue’s Liangzi, the Shangshu from the Ministry of Households, were formed. People who had good acquaintances with Zhao Tong naturally did not see Xiao Jue well. People who had a good relationship with the Xiao family invariably alienated Xiao Jue.

In the first place, he was cold and harsh, and he could order beheading to his relatives without mercy. Secondly, he is arrogant, even his Majesty doesn't pay attention to him, and he will inevitably offend others in the future, and he may tire his relatives and friends around one day.

Because the Cheng family and the Xiao family are relatively close relatives, they wouldn't cut off their contacts, but they prefer to associate with Xiao Jing compared to Xiao Jue.

"My mother told me not to get too close to my uncle," Cheng Lisu said, "Said he didn't care about family affection."

He Yan thought for a while: "Duke Xiao is not that kind of person, right."

"I know." Cheng Lisu smiled, "I always knew."

The two sons of the Xiao family, the eldest son of the Xiao family, is breezy, humble and gentle, and they get along like a spring breeze. It is more friendly and enthusiastic, and everyone loves it. The second son's appearance is outstanding, but it is probably for fairness, and the temper is not very pleasing.

What's more, after the angrily killing Zhao Nuo, Xiao Jue's reputation for "Jade-faced Governor, Young Killer General" spread, and others did not dare to look up. Of course, Zhao Tong contributed to the flames, but Xiao Jue himself also left a lot of rumors. For example, when his parents were buried, he didn’t shed a single tear, and he was busy going to the Golden Luang Temple to argue for military power, and even the first seven. He left before leaving, and threw down Da Young Master Xiao to clean up the mess.

Every time his relatives gather together on New Year's Day, he doesn't like to talk to people, he just hurries to meet and leave.

Cheng Lisu still remembered that it was a summer day, and the eldest aunt Bai Rongwei was hosting relatives from the Cheng family in the mansion for a summer banquet. The Xiao family is now sparsely populated and it is rare to have such a lively time.

Cheng Lisu also went with him. At that time, Xiao Jue had been rewarded by General Feng Fengyun and returned to Shuojing shortly after his eighteenth birthday.

The female family members all had snacks and tea together in the main room, while the men discussed current affairs with Xiao Jing. Cheng Lisu looked around, but didn't see Xiao Jue.

He was extremely naughty when he was a child, and he hated ghosts. Teenagers of his age didn't like to play with him. Cheng Lisu had fun on his own. He ran to the backyard of Xiao's house and saw a painted orange cat at the entrance of the ancestral hall. He chased the cat and ran all the way behind the screen in the ancestral hall.

It was summer, and the weather changed when it changed. In the evening, there was already a dark cloud over the city, thunder bursts, and suddenly heavy rain poured in.

He held an orange tabby cat in his arms and wanted to go out. Suddenly, he heard people's footsteps and someone came in.

Cheng Lisu secretly poked a head out from behind the screen, and saw his little uncle, who was not seen by the dragon, walk in.

The young man wore a round-necked robe with crow green cloud satin and a golden crown on his head. When he was a boy, he liked to wear white robe and bright and beautiful, but now he only likes to wear dark clothes when he is older, which makes him more cold and unpredictable.

Xiao Jue walked into the ancestral hall, picked up three sticks of incense from the side, lit it, and slowly put it on.

Cheng Lisu's eyes widened.

Probably the rumors about Xiao Jue from outsiders have everything. Cheng Lisu has heard that Xiao Jue never goes to incense to his parents, he is a ruthless person. But now it seems that the rumors are not entirely true.

He moved very slowly, but very carefully. First, he wiped the dust off the censer carefully, wiped it clean with a cloth, then lit the incense, inserted it into the censer, and the green smoke curled up from the censer and scattered in mid-air. open. And he didn't leave, didn't speak, just stood with his eyes down, not knowing what he was thinking.

Summer days are hot and humid. The water vapor comes in from outside, making it sticky and greasy. The thunder is louder. The youth constricts his eyes and looks calm. The rainstorm outside washes the eaves, but the house is incredibly quiet. Cheng Lisu didn't understand what was happening, but felt the atmosphere strange for some reason. He didn't dare to get out of the atmosphere. He held the cat and sat behind the screen and sat with his cold little uncle for more than half an hour.

After a long time, the rain stopped and Xiao Jue left the ancestral hall.

From the moment he entered the ancestral hall to when he left, the reunion only put on three sticks of incense, did not say anything, did nothing, just waited quietly. But it was these three incense sticks that made Cheng Lisu aware of the completely different softness beneath this uncle's harsh appearance.

He is not a ruthless person among others.

There are many people in the world whose sincerity is always hidden under the appearance of coldness, but it's not without them.

People always say that Cheng Lisu is still like a child, innocent and innocent, but in the eyes of a child, he can distinguish between good and evil. He doesn't think this little uncle is as mean as his mother said. He likes this Uncle, even better than Duke Xiao.

"My uncle is very good," Cheng Lisu looked at her eyes seriously and said, "If you spend a long time with him, you will like him too."

He Yan laughed and couldn't help but rubbed his head, "I know, I already knew it."

……

Thousands of miles away, Shuojing, today’s Spring Laijiang, is also very sparkling.

The water reflected by the water lantern is full of lights under the water, and it is difficult to distinguish the world and the sky. Today is also a drizzle, so a small paper cover was made on the lantern to save it from being poured by rain. Extinct.

In the ancestral hall of Xiao Mansion, someone is offering incense.

Since the death of Xiao Zhongwu and his wife, the number of subordinates in the general's mansion has been reduced a lot. There were only two sons. Xiao Jue has not been in the mansion for many years. After all, there are only Xiao Jing and his wife. There is no need for so many people to serve. . On weekdays, it is clean, but only occasionally, it is a bit deserted.

Xiao Jing is dressed in a jade-colored robe, he is as tall and gentle as a green bamboo, standing with Bai Rongwei beside him, and everyone wants to praise the goddess and family. The incense curled up, the autumn rain was lingering outside, and the cool breeze was blowing. He took off his cloak and put it on Bai Rongwei, and said warmly: "It's cold, be careful of the cold."

"I'm not cold." Bai Rong smiled slightly at him, worrying: "I don't know what the weather is like in Liangzhou."

"Tonight is the Mid-Yuan Festival," Xiao Jing looked at the drizzle in the courtyard and said: "If Huai Jin is in the house, it will be fine."

"He will not come to the ancestral hall," Bai Rong shook his head slightly, "he will not enter the ancestral hall."

"He will enter." Xiao Jing replied very positively.

Bai Rongwei looked at him in surprise, "But I have never seen him..."

"It's raining today, there is thunder," Xiao Jing smiled, "He will enter."

"Rubi, I don't understand." Bai Rong was slightly puzzled.

"When Huai Jin was very young, she was taken by her father to the mountains and taught by Gao Shi." Xiao Jing took her hand and whispered, "It's rare for us to see him several times throughout the year. He is very arrogant. My mother doesn't like him to use knives and sticks. In fact, the relationship between Huai Jin and her mother has never been good."

Mrs. Xiao is the queen mother's niece. The marriage was bestowed by the queen mother. Xiao Zhongwu was handsome and mighty, and Mrs. Xiao also liked him very much. But after getting married, the contradictions between the two gradually emerged. Mrs. Xiao is a delicate flower that grows up in the house and cannot bear the slightest grievance. In the end, Xiao Zhongwu is a military commander. He is not as careful and thoughtful as a family member. Although he has never accepted a wife or concubine, he sometimes has to make Mrs. Xiao dissatisfied.

The two of them quarreled the most during the years when it was because of Xiao Jue.

Ms. Xiao didn't want her two sons to join the martial arts. She had no eyes on the battlefield. She didn't like killing blood and believed in Buddhism and kindness. At the beginning, Xiao Jing missed the best time to practice martial arts due to physical reasons, so he had to do it. As for Xiao Jue, Xiao Zhongwu has been regarded as his future successor since he was a child.

Ms. Xiao did not want her son to follow Xiao Zhongwu's old path, but for the first time Xiao Zhongwu, who has always been obedient to Mrs. Xiao, did not listen to his wife's dissuasion.

The son has been separated from his mother for too long, even if he has blood ties, he is a little stranger after all. Moreover, Xiao Jue was not as good and docile as Xiao Jing when he was a child, and occasionally showed a jealous side. Facing this cold and arrogant son, Mrs. Xiao also didn't know how to get along with him.

Mrs. Xiao showed good wishes to Xiao Jue, and Xiao Jue's performance is also light. Madam Xiao likes tea and poems, but Xiao Jue likes to practice sword riding. Although Xiao Jue is also very good in poems, it is Xiao Jing who accompanies Madam Xiao in the end.

"My mother told me in private that she was actually a little afraid of Huaijin." Xiao Jing seemed a little funny when she said this. You are welcome."

"Huaijin is actually very poor." Xiao Jing's smile became sad.

"My father has a cold temperament and is not half tolerant towards Huaijin. I learned later that he had suffered a lot on the mountain. He did not say, we all thought he had a very good life, and it was me instead. I probably won't last long and run away." He laughed self-deprecatingly.

Bai Rongwei patted his hand comfortably, "Nonsense, you can do well."

Xiao Jing remembered the year when Xiao Jue just came down from the mountain, he asked this younger brother, "How about the mountain?"

The boy stretched his waist and smiled lightly, "Not bad."

The three words "not bad" hide all the hardships he has suffered, and the only thing left outside is a high-spirited second son.

"Others say that my father is strict with his mother. My father treated him harshly, but my mother didn’t always stay with him. She finally came back, but she was too polite because she was afraid of him. My mother thought he liked sweets, so she often Make him sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus, Huai Jin eats clean every time, even I was cheated. Later, the pros next to him said that Huai Jin never eats sweets."

"Because this is the way a mother can express his love for him, so he ate it. Even if he doesn't like it, no one has asked him what he likes to eat."

Bai Rong sighed slightly without speaking.

"Although I am his eldest brother, it seems that I have never helped him. Others always say that he is ruthless and unrighteous, not as good as me, but I don’t know why I can be the eldest son of Xiao Feng today, It is precisely because he has undertaken a lot for me. I understand this principle, and he understands it." He smiled bitterly, "I now regret that my father didn't let me join the military. If I hadn't been a civil servant, Xu would take it today. It is me who bears the burden of the Xiao family. Huai Jin does not have to misunderstand outsiders."

"We all know that Huaijin has worked hard." Bai Rong said softly: "My father and mother will know too."

Xiao Jing looked at the memorial tablet on the ancestral hall and said: "When he was a child, Huai Jin was not very close to his mother. He ran out in two days. In fact, he took his mother to his heart."

"My mother is timid by nature, easy to be frightened, and most afraid of thunder. Every time there is a thunder, if Huai Jin is at the house, she will find a reason to sit in her mother’s room. Every time my mother sees Huai Jin, she thinks He forgot about the thunder when he got along with Huaijin. When the rain stopped, Huaijin would leave."

"I didn’t understand at first. Once there was a thunder and rain, and I was outside with him, but he suddenly said that he had to go back to the house if he had something important. When he got back to the house, he said he wanted to eat sweet-scented osmanthus candy. My mother was busy. As I was cooking for him, I suddenly realized that Huai Jin, this guy, was just afraid that his mother would be frightened by the thunder, so he deliberately made an excuse to come back."

When Bai Rongwei heard this, he also laughed, shook his head and said: "Huaijin is really..."

"It's a pity that when my mother died, she didn't know what Huai Jin thought of her." Xiao Jing said in a grimace, "If she knew, maybe it won't be the result today."

Bai Rongwei squeezed his hand firmly: "Mother will understand in the spirit of heaven."

"He was with his mother before his death, and after his death. As long as he was in the house, he would come to the ancestral hall to accompany his mother whenever there was thunder and rain." Xiao Jing smiled slightly, "This is a secret, I didn't tell anyone. , I don’t want others to know about him."

Xiao Jue is too proud. He does these things like a spring rain, moisturizing things silently, but he doesn't demand any results. But in the end, after thinking about it seriously, he felt that he was the one who was owed the most.

"That's why you said that if he was in Shuojing today, he would also come to the ancestral hall to accompany his mother." Bai Rong was slightly surprised.

"He is such a person." Xiao Jing smiled.

The smoke in the incense burner floated into the air, slowly dissipating, without a trace. The people of the past have become the past, and the care and companionship that have not been exported have never had the opportunity to explain.

"Rubi, you need to know," Bai Rongwei took Xiao Jing's hand and said softly, "Huaijin did these things to keep the Xiao family. Now Huai Jin is far away in Liangzhou, and Xu Xiang's party still regards Xiao Jiaru's eyes are on the thorny side, you must cheer up and don't let Huai Jin's efforts in vain."

Xiao Jing was taken aback, then smiled, he said: "I know it naturally."

"I know you love Huai Jin," Bai Rong said softly, "but I also love you. Huai Jin bears a lot, so why don't you? Xu Xiangming suppressed the Xiao family secretly, searching for your wrongs. How can it be easy if you are cautious step by step in the middle of the road?"

"Don't worry," Xiao Jing smiled: "The hardest time has passed."

Bai Rong was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled, "You are right."

The rain continued to patter, and Shuojing’s yard was soaked in a piece of land. Thousands of miles away in Liangzhou, some people were leaning against the window in awe. His blue silk hangs on his shoulders, like silk and satin, and his expression is faint. There is a low voice in the distance, and I don't know who is playing the minor tune of his hometown. He listened and smiled softly.

This smile was a little self-deprecating, and a little lonely. After a while, he closed the window to isolate the night outside.

The lights in the room beating slowly, reflecting his star-like pupils. On the table is a long wooden plate with some rice grains scattered in it. The rice grains are in different places, so they are made of red horn cloth. Cheng's small flag.

Shen Han, Liang Ping and the coaches were all in the room, gathered around the table, staring at Xiao Jue's movements.

"The Governor, these are the places where flags are planted? Are there too many?"

"Not much." The young man has a jade figure, holding a chess piece, and lighting the top red flag, "After seven days, we will fight for the flag on Baiyue Mountain."

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Uncle is miserable.