The carriage gradually moved away and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Constable Zhang looked at Yu Wan coldly.

"I advise you not to act rashly. The daughter of the general's mansion opened his mouth. If you arrest people randomly, you will be unable to get along with her." Bai Tang appeared in the crowd at some point. She said as she walked to the face of the fangs and claws of Constable Zhang.

Constable Zhang thought about her words, and the exposed minions went back obediently: "Do you think that is the carriage of the general's mansion?"

Bai Tang shook his finger: "It's not an ordinary general's mansion. The one who just sat in the carriage was the legitimate granddaughter of the old general Zhenbei."

"Isn't that a granddaughter of the old general Zhenbei..." Constable Zhang didn't know what he thought of, and his whole face turned bloodless. Then Chunzhi ignored it and took his brothers with him and ran away in shame!

"Hey! Brother Zhang! Brother Zhang, why are you leaving? You are not arresting people?" Chunzhi was so angry that she stamped her feet, but Constable Zhang left, so she had to run away with her tail between her legs.

The Yu family father and son breathed a sigh of relief.

Yu Song was shocked: "Then what kind of town is... the general's mansion is so big, and he is so scared that he is so scared."

"The General Zhenbei Mansion is not already..." Uncle is a person who has been in the capital. When he was working as a chef in the capital, he had heard some news about major families. He vaguely remembered that the General Zhenbei Mansion was sent to prison because of a unsolved case. How could their name be so easy to use?

Bai Tang said in surprise: "Uncle, you have heard of the capital! But what you are talking about is an old thing three years ago. When the general's mansion was convicted, everyone was imprisoned, and the strong man was sent to the northwest to serve as a military force. Only one daughter escaped because of the summer vacation in the Neizhuang. After that, the daughter disappeared. Everyone thought she was dead, but not long ago, she came back."

Speaking of this, Bai Tang raised his eyebrows, "She came back with the young master of Yancheng. Do you know who the young master of Yancheng is? That is the only man who dares to go crazy in the Golden Palace and walk out intact afterwards. She gave birth to his child, and now the mother is noble by her son, and the entire general's mansion has made a comeback."

Yu Wan was not interested in gossip in the circle of powerful people. A small village girl like her who got up early and worked late for a few brass coins would never have any interaction with the people at the top of the pyramid in her life. Whether it is the General's Mansion or Young Master Yan, it has nothing to do with her. In Bai Tang's words just now, the only thing that made her care about was the saying "The strong man was sent to the northwest to serve as a military force." If she remembered correctly, her father was also arrested to go to the northwest to fight.

It's been six years, and I don't know how my dad is doing.

...

It’s snowing heavily on the border.

After the patrol of one day, several soldiers changed their posts and stepped on the heavy snow that was not at the base of their thighs and returned to the tent creakingly.

"I'm frozen to death!"

As soon as he entered the tent, Wu San began to shake the snow in his armor. Some of the snow had frozen into ice, and he couldn't shake it even.

"Old Yu, help me with it!"

He walked to a man who was repairing his armor.

The man called Lao Yu put down the ragged armor in his hand and pulled out a bright dagger from his short boots: "Turn around."

"Hey!" Wu San turned around obediently.

Yu Jinqing began to pry the ice on his armor.

The border is bitter and cold, and there is not even a brazier in their tent. If the ice is not pried open, the armor will not be taken off.

"Old Yu." Wu San, who was pried with ice, said with a smile, "I heard that I have to choose a commander of a thousand men. I think you will definitely do this time!"

Yu Qiqing didn't say anything. He had a pair of scar-crossed hands that had been fighting for wars all year round. He held the dagger tightly and pried the ice in an orderly manner.

"Don't believe it. You have been a centurion for three years, so it's time to rise. Didn't you even cut off the head of a deputy general last time? This is a great military merit! If someone else had been promoted to Nanying, you have been a little different from your background. But I have seen the centurion this time. No one has more qualifications than you, nor does it have any relatives in Nanying!"

Nanying and Beiying are the private names of the Orthodox Army and the scattered soldiers. Most of them were captured and exiled to be troops from Beiying.

"It's time to eat." After prying the last piece of ice, Yu Qing took out a dry cloth, carefully wiped the dagger, and put it back on the scabbard.

Wu San took off his armor and changed into his own cotton coat. The cotton coats in Beiying were all made of old cotton, and they were even more fashionable. They were heavy and not warm, but they were still better than having nothing at home.

Seeing the food on the table, Wu San curled his lips: "You said you are a centurion, why do you eat the same food as us soldiers!"

The mountains were closed due to heavy snow these days, and both sides had to stop fighting. In order to save military rations, three meals a day turned into two meals a day. Wu San was not full and always came to Yu Qing to take advantage of it. In fact, Yu Qing didn't have much, and he saved it from his own mouth.

Wu San picked up a hard and cold steamed bun and took it down in one bite, which allowed him to eat the astringent sand.

He immediately rolled his eyes: "Damn! Nanying has eaten pork! When we were patrolling, we smelled the aroma of the broth! If you were the centurion of Nanying, you would be already enjoying the delicious food and drinking it now!"

Yu Jinqing took a bite of pickles that had no taste at all.

Wu San chewed a bite of the steamed bun: "Don't worry, when you are promoted to the commander of the thousand-man, you will be able to eat the food from Nanying!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a noisy shout came from outside the tent.

Wu San put down the steamed bun and ran out, grabbed a soldier with a hurry and said, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

The soldier said excitedly: "Old Deng has become a leader of the thousand men! Brothers are about to go over and congratulate you!"

Wu San frowned: "Old Deng is promoted to the commander of the thousand-man? How could it be him? Did you make a mistake?"

The soldier said, "It's not wrong! It was promoted by General Gui Delang himself!"

"General Gui Delang?" Wu San wondered, when did this person appear in their camp?

The soldier yelled and said, "You have just gone to patrol, haven't you heard of it yet? Lao Yan was appointed as the fifth-rank Guidelang general!"

Wu San gasped!

Lao Yan also knew him. Like Lao Yu, he was also a centurion in the Northern Camp and was also one of the candidates for promotion to the Qiangu Commander this time. But the surname Yan is a sin slave, who is worse than Lao Yu's identity, let alone how much better Lao Yu's military merits are than him. He simply had no hope for a thousand-man commander. Why did he even jump so many levels in the blink of an eye and become a fifth-rank Guidelang general? Or was he appointed?!

The soldier said with envy, "I heard that his daughter is going to become the young master's wife of Yancheng. In order not to aggrieved Young Master Yan, the emperor has promoted her father to the extreme."

"Your Majesty Deng, do you know? It's Lao Yan, no, now it's called General Guidelang. He is the confidant of General Guidelang. After General Guidelang was promoted, he immediately promoted him! Oh, General Guidelang is so capable! If I had known this, I should have followed him..."

Confidant? Ah! Just follow the worm!

Can you do it? It’s not as good as Lao Yu’s finger!

Thinking that Lao Yu's commander was snatched away by an old slip-on who could only slap his beards and slim horses, Wu San's lungs were furious!

Wu San gritted his teeth and returned to the tent, looking at Yu Shaoqing, who was silently gnawing on pickles and steamed buns, as if he had heard nothing, suppressed his anger and said, "Old Yu, don't be sad."

"Yeah." Yu Shaoqing said.
Chapter completed!