Ling Jun spent his whole life in the army and was extremely poor. He was an upright man and usually offended many people. His wife couldn't stand the ridicule of others and the poverty of life, so she passed away a few years after Ling Jun's death, leaving behind a ruined general.

Mansion, several loyal old servants, and a still young son.

Dongling was weakening day by day, and Beichuan invaded repeatedly. Faced with the threat of the enemy, this once powerful kingdom had no other choice but to retreat again and again. Emperor Lian listened to the advice of his favorite minister and sent the prince to the northern defense to "make contributions". It was really

I don’t know if he is too confident in himself, but also in his son. This prince is more gentle than resolute. He has no problem with poems and songs, and he can lead troops to fight to the extent that he can surrender directly.

Fortunately among the misfortunes, he discovered Ling Ziyuan, who was drowned in countless soldiers. From the lowest soldier, to a captain, a centurion, a thousand captain, and finally, at the age of twenty, he became the youngest soldier in history.

General who conquered the North. He retreated from the enemy in the Northern Desert three times. Once, he even used 50,000 soldiers to fight against 80,000 elite soldiers from Beichuan. He saved the prince's life several times, strictly enforced military discipline, and swept away the decadent atmosphere. His methods and talents in marching and using troops were unmatched by Beichuan.

The cruel and murderous Khan couldn't help but admire: What a young man!

Ling Ziyuan is different from his father. He has a lot of brains, not just brute strength on the battlefield. He knows very well how dangerous it is to go back and how many people will be a thorn in their flesh. But with the words "the grace of knowing and encountering"

, he had to come back, he had to come back...

"Drive!" The riding whip was waved high, and the city gate was already in sight...[

The courtyard was empty in the afternoon, with a few irritating chirps of cicadas heard from time to time in the sultry air. A little girl sat on the short stone steps, with an old book spread out on her knees, reading intently. Some of it turned yellow.

On the pages of the book, you can vaguely distinguish a few small regular scripts: Travel Notes and Miscellaneous Talks.

Xiang Xue held her chin up, flipping it a few times from time to time, and rubbing her fingertips on the hemp paper to make a "swiss" sound. Life in the palace has been very dull recently. Since the incident on South Street, King Jingxi no longer lets her go out and mess around.

Shopping. At first, there were many people coming and going every day, but gradually it became quieter and quieter. It evolved to the point where even the King of the West of Jing himself spent more time in the study besides attending the morning rituals, except for a few familiar pictures.

Apart from the face, nothing else is visible.

The servants seemed to have received the order and became more cautious in their words and deeds. Even the noisy aunts kept their mouths shut. A strange feeling slowly penetrated from the air into everyone's heart.

After some time, Ye Jin's kung fu has advanced to several levels, and He Qingyun's praises for this apprentice are endless. Although there are no resources and environment provided by the Yu family, most of the skills cannot be restored to Xiang Xue.

She has to train, but there is always a way. Surviving a desperate situation is the first lesson she has learned. This body is very young and has excellent toughness. Now she has no problem with basic flexibility and dodging, but she is really lacking in strength.

Very nerve-wracking......

I blinked and looked a little dull. I simply threw the book aside and reached into my pocket. There was no apple. I only took out a pocket brush. I was stunned for a while before I recalled that this was a gift from my "eldest brother" Ximen Ying.
Chapter completed!