Looking at Zhu Yijing's smiling face, You Shenglan felt a little relaxed for some reason.

It seems that there is really nothing in the world that can make him worry.

Sometimes it's good to be heartless.

After sighing lightly, You Shenglan turned her body and looked directly into Zhu Yijing's eyes for the first time and said:

"I'm not, I was born in the border area from the beginning. The land there is not very suitable for cultivation. Even some relatively fertile land has fallen into the hands of Mongols such as Tatars, Oirats, etc.

What’s even more terrifying is that every time, sometimes it’s half a year, sometimes it’s three months, and sometimes it’s even one month, the Mongolian cavalry will come to the border to bury millet.

It is said that it is threshing, but in fact, it is the group of Tartars who only know how to ride horses and can’t farm, and they can’t make some things that need to be used in daily life. So they will come to the border to rob. Each time they rob, they will not only take away a large amount of supplies, food and grass, but even the border people of our Ming Dynasty were kidnapped together. During this period, there were countless people killed and burned houses."

Speaking of this, You Shenglan gradually clenched her fists with her hands. After a while, she realized that she was still holding Zhu Yijing's palm, so she took the initiative to let go.

Zhu Yijing was so pinched that he grinned in his heart, but he still held his face and silently took his hand behind him and swung it to relieve the pain:

"So you are so impressed by what you see and hate the Tatars very much?"

“It’s not just about being influenced by the eyes.”

You Shenglan shook her head, her eyes filled with a hint of coldness:

"My mother died in a threshing when I was one and a half years old. Maybe it was done by Tatars or Oirat, but whoever it was related to those Mongolians."

"Oh, so your father later became a border general."

"It's just part of the reason. He was a military member from the beginning, and becoming a border general was the only choice."

After correcting Zhu Yijing's statement, You Shenglan stretched out his hand to him:

"Give me your hand and rub it for you. It's not a solution to hide behind and sway it."

"…You see?"

Zhu Yijing felt very embarrassed for the first time, but he still stretched out his hand from behind with a calm face:

"Then I'll say it earlier, I've been in pain for a while."

You Shenglan didn't say anything, took his hand and gently pressed it, which made Zhu Yijing feel much better soon, and his face was full of surprise:

"Hey, your technique is OK, where can I learn it? You have to press more in the future."

Looking up at Zhu Yijing, You Shenglan's face was dull:

"When I was a child, I was soothing my father's muscles and bones so that the wound would not hurt so much. I didn't know how to press it at the beginning. If I got beaten too much, I naturally learned it."

Zhu Yijing thought about it, but he always felt that this was not a good thing:

"Of course, I won't let you suffer any losses. I will teach me back and I will give you a good massage."

"Massage...oh, I understand."

Soon after accepting Zhu Yijing's strange statement, You Shenglan continued to speak:

"Because I lost my mother and there were many women who died of threshing that time, I was raised by my father and his comrades since I was a child. After a long time, I no longer regard myself as a girl.

Especially since my father died, he liked to drink alcohol. When he drank too much, he liked to beat me. In order to get less beaten, I went to my father's comrades to ask for martial arts. Everyone was soft-hearted and started teaching basics when I was eight years old."

"Then why not let your father's comrades help you with justice?"

Zhu Yijing is very curious.

"Because after my mother's death, my father not only likes to drink, but also likes to fight hard on the battlefield. He can make many military achievements every time. Not only can he be strong, but he is promoted quickly. He soon became a commander of thousands of men. Of course, my father's centurion comrades are not good at fighting with him."

(The Ming Dynasty stipulated that if you kill one enemy soldier (you must have a header), then congratulations, you have two options next, one is promoted to one level, and two, you will be rewarded with fifty taels of silver.

But I really have to say that people who choose the second type can get money, while those who choose the first type can both get power and money.

So I really only look at the second type of money. If you are a mess, you will probably be able to get into a thousand households until you die. Even if God is open to your eyes.)

"oh."

After pressing for a while, Zhu Yijing felt that his hands were basically no longer hurt. He immediately held You Shenglan's hands without long memory, shamelessly pretending that it was nothing:

"Shenglan will continue to talk."

You Shenglan is not too scared to break away from him, and continues to tell his own story:

"But after studying for about two or three years, I could beat my father with a stick. My father was surprised and happy, so he gave me money to buy candy."

"Then your father is good, it seems that he still loves you very much."

Zhu Yijing's face was full of envy:

"It's not like my queen, who plagiarizes my ideas all day long, but also thinks about ways to mess with me. It's not like this that I'm trying to get wool."

Looking at Zhu Yijing expressionlessly, You Shenglan spoke for a long time:

"When I went out to buy candy, my father stuck out the stick, and then he lifted it up when I entered the door. He asked me fiercely why I could use the stick. It was so good that he beat him up."

“…that’s fine, you keep going.”

Fortunately, You Shenglan is too lazy to bother with Zhu Yijing to discuss these things:

"I was young at that time and cried when I was scared, and the candy in my mouth fell to the ground. My father not only liked to drink, but the more expensive the wine he had, the more comfortable he felt, so he basically had little money at home and could not eat a candy a year. It was a pity.

But crying could not solve the problem, and it was not an answer. I had to tell my father that it was his comrades who taught me. As a result, my father was not angry but happy. He took me to find his brothers and then took a stick in front of all his brothers, and handed me a stick, indicating that he wanted to see who was better."

Hearing this, Zhu Yijing guessed what You Yunfeng wanted to do:

"Your father wants to show that those brothers are not as good as themselves, so he wants to teach you a lesson in public, right?"

"Um."

In response to Zhu Yijing's guess, a slight flashed in You Shenglan's eyes:

"But my father didn't expect that even though he took a stick, he never hit me in the end.

However, although my father made a fool of himself in front of his brothers, after this incident, my father never beat me up after drinking, but took me to the training ground to see what the recruits had to learn. From then on, he quit drinking and used all the money for selling alcohol to buy milk. I wanted to vomit every day.

Thanks to these breasts, and my father was nearly seven feet tall, I was fourteen years old and taller than ordinary men. My father also became a guard general (the highest level of local military generals). He made his own decision to let me join the army and immediately took him to the battlefield.

My father originally wanted to train me and let me see blood, but the news of the general leading the troops leaked out in that battle. The Mongolians made dumplings. The general was first ambushed and shot to death. My father and the remaining 3,000 people fought to the death. Finally, I was lucky enough to kill the leader who led the leader, and then repelled the 6,000 Mongolian cavalry ambushed and survived successfully."

As he said that, You Shenglan lifted her neck and pointed to a hideous scar on her shoulder:
Chapter completed!