When the military advisor Yin Yi entered the city, there was light snow in the sky, scraping his stubble face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 He was dressed in a gray coat and rode a tall white horse, his back straight, and his face was peaceful. There were already bustling people around who heard the news, and Yin Yi smiled lightly and bowed his head slightly to both sides.

"Strategist, you have finally arrived in the capital, can you still bear your injuries?" Zheng Shen, who was also riding a horse behind Yin Yi, said worriedly. Yin Yi signaled that it was okay, still with a smile on his face.

"I said you, if it hurts, just say it, and we're not blind." Another person behind him said. This person was not wearing armor like Zheng Shen and the soldiers behind him, his body was extremely lightly dressed, and there was a thin and conspicuous scar at the corner of his eye, and he was sitting cross-legged on the horse at this time, with a nonchalant expression.

Yin Yi turned his head and frowned: "Mu Yue, you sit down honestly for me, don't blame me for being unkind to you like this."

The person known as Mu Yue swallowed his saliva and quickly sat down. Yin Yi stretched his brows and turned away. He looked at the capital, where the subtleties could be seen, and sighed that time flew by. Year after year, in the blink of an eye, the people who went into the city with him were not as good as they were back then.

It's just that he's a weak scholar left, just right.

He suppressed the sourness in his heart, turned back to Zheng Shen and said, "Your father ......." He didn't know how to continue to speak, hesitating.

Zheng Shen smiled bitterly and said: "I know that my father died for the sake of righteousness, and I am only sad in my heart, but I have no hatred. It's just that I was out fighting, and when I left, my father sent me off, but I didn't expect to come back with only a tablet left,"

Mu Yue sneered: "You still have a tablet for you to worship, that's good."

"Could it be that you didn't even set up a tablet for your father?" Zheng Shen said.

"I personally sent him on the road, and he will hate me to death under the Yellow Spring, and it seems that I am too fake to set up a tablet for him." Mu Yue said impatiently, he released the reins with both hands, sat on the horse and stretched, yawned: "Lord, I haven't come back for a year, aren't you worried about the little master?"

"It's more than worry." Yin Yi heard him mention his son, and a warmth welled up in his heart: "I don't know how much taller he has grown."

"The left and right sides are not as long as the lord goes." Mu Yue said with a smile: "Lord, turn around the next street and you'll be about to reach the imperial city, get off the horse."

Yin Yi nodded, turned over and dismounted, but the injuries he suffered on the battlefield were not completely healed, and his back ached faintly when he dismounted, and he was a little unsteady under his feet. When Mu Yue saw it, she got off the horse to help, but Yin Yi gently pushed his hand away, straightened the corners of his clothes, and straightened his back.

"Ask for your own hardship." Mu Yue rolled her eyes and said. Zheng Shen on the other side also hurriedly turned over and dismounted, "The military advisor is okay, right?" Yin Yi didn't answer him, but said, "It's time to enter the palace, put away the laughter."

"Yes." The two behind him.

The mighty team behind him saw Yin Yi dismount and walk, and they all hurriedly dismounted.

This Yin Yi was poor when he was young, his talent and intelligence have been studying hard since he was a child, and he tried several times in middle school, and he won the champion at a young age. The first emperor loved his talent, did not become an official, sent him to the Hanlin Academy, and specially instructed that he must be carefully cultivated. It stands to reason that Yin Yi should become a civil official smoothly, and then become a generation of ministers.

However, fate is always willing to play tricks on people, and at the age of seventeen, he met the eldest princess Ji Jiu'er. He claimed that in that year, he was destined to be Tai Sui.

It is said that the little princess broke into her father's bedroom with a sword, she threw the sword on the ground very willfully, and after making a "clang" sound, her attitude was very arrogant, and she said loudly: "I want Yin Yi to accompany me to the front line!" She rolled her eyes and added, "If he doesn't go, I'll die!!"

So Yin Yi, a weak scholar who couldn't pick his shoulders and couldn't lift his hands, a layman who hadn't even turned over the art of war, and a person who couldn't even ride a horse, was dragged to the front line by Ji Jiu'er by the collar.

The first time he rode a horse, he rode for three days in a row. The tender flesh at the base of the thigh rubbed against the saddle repeatedly, and it was ground to the point of blood, and it was almost grinded out. He endured it and didn't say anything, there were bursts of cold sweat on his back in pain, he was unsteady on his feet when he dismounted, he fell on the gravel road several times, and when he fell, he felt useless for the first time.

Since then, Yin Yi has sworn that he will never let Ji Jiu'er look down on him, and he will repay her for this torture sooner or later. So he began to read hard again, memorized books such as "Sun Tzu" and "Liutao", tempered it repeatedly, and soaked in blood for more than ten years, until today.

He was a weak scholar, and finally lived a good life and became a military advisor in command of the three armies.

What about Ji Jiu'er? Where are you? You just hid in the Yellow Spring, so I can't see it, I can't touch it.

He walked to the gate of the imperial city again, and this time, behind him was a mighty army of soldiers and horses, not Ji Jiu'er's scolding.

Thinking of this, he smiled slightly, and his smile spread warmly like a warm spring breeze.

Suddenly, an exclamation was heard not far away: "Daddy!" Yin Yi came back to his senses and looked at the voice. Sure enough, I saw a little boy, fluttering his wide sleeves, and his eyes were shining. He couldn't bear it, shook off the hands of the people around him, and rushed towards Yin Yi, like a happy puppy, flying into Yin Yi's arms.

"Be careful!" Zheng Shen on the side remembered the injury on Yin Yi's body and reminded him loudly.

Yin Yi caught the child with a smile as if he hadn't heard it, let him hug his neck tightly, and said softly: "Qin Kite, Daddy is back."

His voice was elegant and beautiful, like a gentle and wide river, like a slightly melting first snow, like a red brick wall that was already a little mottled.

Yin Qinyuan threw herself into his arms, the child was not big, he was easily embraced, he smelled the familiar smell of his son's body - he didn't know why, he always felt that Yin Qinyuan had a faint smell of milk - then he felt that he was home.

At this time, he already felt that the place where his son was burying his head had become a little wet, but when the child looked up, he still smiled ten times and smiled.

Mu Yue on the side took the child in her arms and said with a smile: "Come, Qin Kite." Uncle Yue hasn't seen you for a long time, let Uncle Yue hug you well! “

"Don't! No! You're going to bully me again! Yin Qinyuan fluttered in Mu Yue's arms dissatisfied, and stretched out her little hand to Yin Yi crying.

Yin Yi knew that Mu Yue was afraid that his injuries would recur, so he hugged the child. But he hadn't seen his son for too long, and this loving father's heart had nowhere to go, so he smiled, hugged the child like a good follower, and said gently: "Muyue, it's okay."

Mu Yue looked at Yin Yi's loving father and smiled, turned her head in disgust, didn't want to look at it anymore, and said angrily: "You can't get out of bed when you turn around, I don't care."

After that, he changed into a grinning appearance, put his hands behind his head, and said with a smile: "Lord, I will come to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in a while, after all, he is the only apprentice of the Lord, and the Lord must also hug and kiss~"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The child in his arms also said excitedly: "Daddy, Brother Mingsi can miss you too!" As a father, he looked at his son's excited little appearance, and he didn't know what to do if he liked it, so he rubbed the child's head lovingly, then turned around and said with a smile: "Muyue, I don't need you to accompany me into the palace to face the saint, now get out of me immediately." After he finished speaking, the smile on his face was even bigger: "Do you hear me, I said, right away."