Su Minxing stood up directly on the ground and shouted: "Butler, butler, send off!" General Song is busy, and he may have only come to the Su family once in his life.

Butler, you have to send it to the gate of the mansion in person, and then see it off, the general is loyal to the country, and his back must be unusually heroic, unlike us weak scholars.

Hello housekeeper, come back and tell the young master that I will draw a back for General Song and leave a thought! ”

The butler bared his teeth and went respectfully.

"Stubborn!" Mrs. Su finally raised her eyes and said with a horizontal eyebrow.

Su Minxing was serious, "My father always taught me to respect celebrities, where am I stubborn?" ”

Su Qianruo's eyes narrowed with a smile. You scolded General Song once in your life, this is a refusal to come to the door. Let the housekeeper send people out of the house, this is to deceive the guest and be afraid of people staying. You ask the butler to look at his back, this is a slap in the face, let alone a slap in the face.

What kind of person can paint the back, that is someone who has nowhere else to paint!

People who have no face, no skin, and no one in front of them!

Besides, looking at the thought is to describe the person who has a sound and a face!

Father, you are not stubborn, who deserves the word stubborn!

Deng fell to his knees and cried loudly.

Su Qianruo heard him cry, his heart was also sour, and he started crying.

Deng Yi grew up to be nine years old, crawled on the ground for nine years, and was bullied, and Su Qianruo never saw him shed a single tear.

The few times he cried, he was in front of the Su family.

Mrs. Su nodded slightly and sighed: "This child will still cry, and he will be harsh." After the wind and frost, he still has not lost his humanity in his heart, which is a great responsibility. ”

Su Minhang walked over directly. took him in his arms and patted him on the shoulder, but he didn't say anything sour about a man who didn't flick his tears.

Since then, Deng Yi has lived in the Su family and become the third master of the Su family.

He also lived up to his expectations, verifying Mrs. Su's comments on him one by one.

It took five years to learn a lot of things that many people have not learned in their lives, and at the age of fourteen, he resolutely concealed from Mrs. Su and Su Minhang and chose a small remote mountain village to enter the military camp.

It's just that he rode alone for thousands of miles and went on the road alone. Su Minxing would always follow him from afar, and it was not until he saw that he had successfully joined the army that he returned to Chang'an to report to his father.

Mrs. Su only let out a long sigh.

He did not lose his humanity, nor did he forget how his mother died.

Deng Yi and the Song family. It's the same thing. The Song family was hindered by the prestige of the Taifu Mansion, so they only dared to make some small moves in secret, but they never dared to tear their faces on the table.

A concubine has never occupied much of his mind. At most, he was beaten in the face and didn't look good. I am unwilling, and I am depressed.

Since he chose to join the army, he naturally wanted to rise from Song Yuan's most proud army, defeat him head-on in Song Yuan's proudest field, trample him under his feet, and avenge his mother's shame.

The blood of a child, the male tyrant is long!

The rest of his life was just as recorded in the annals of history.

He joined the army at the age of fourteen. At the age of sixteen, he was promoted to the Protector of the Dead Army and enlisted under General Yingyang. Went north to conquer the Xiongnu. In the battle of Tianshan, he led eighty iron cavalry, attacked the east and west, secretly crossed Chencang, smashed Tianchi, put down the flood and washed away the enemy's grain and grass and two thousand enemy troops, and then was surrounded and suppressed by a battalion of troops, one horse took the lead, not afraid of death, killed more than two hundred enemies with the strength of one person, and was seriously injured in 37 places, but never retreated! Stepping on the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, he led more than 80 people under his command to return, and miraculously survived.

The Hu army was hit hard by this, and was hit head-on by the army, retreating thousands of miles, and the two states of Yunyou were recovered by the First World War!

Deng Yi became famous in the first battle, and was promoted from a small guard to the captain of Dongyi, but he did not immediately return to Beijing to be rewarded, but stationed at the border for three years.

The young man is ambitious, but he has no waves, he still eats and sleeps with the soldiers, loves purple clothes, and is dragged to the spring courtyard, and he will only do one thing.

Give him enough gold and silver, let the Qingqi people wash his hair with water, and then use a horn comb with broken teeth that he brought with him to comb his hair. After combing, he walks away, never stops.

The fifteen-year-old boy, already seven feet tall, had narrow and long phoenix eyes, long and thick black eyelashes, and under the curtains that were often slightly lowered, there was a pair of eyes that were as clear and cold as an ice fountain buried deep in the extremely cold underground.

The young man's posture is straight, his waist has never been bent, he is a lone in the army, a wonderful. On the battlefield, like the most vicious lone wolf, everyone is willing to give his back to him to defend.

Fearless of death, resourceful, and good at going against the sky from desperate situations.

The world has seen his fame, but they have never seen his blood and tears along the way.

Because he knew his final outcome, Su Qianruo couldn't even bear to watch every battle he fought. Because of the baptism of blood and fire, and the brother who went out of the trench with him, he was always the one who was wounded the most and the most severe.

He was like a fire buried deep in an ice fountain, pinched so hot, that only ashes remained.

Until he was on patrol and was tied up with a footcloth.

The woman who tied him was wearing a colorful Yi dress, and when Deng Yi woke up, she was using the results of countless unwrapping exercises to pretend to wrap a piece of white silk cloth around her snow-white delicate calf.

Deng Yi looked at her in a daze, and then she jumped up exaggeratedly and shouted: "Woo, although I am a woman of different races, I am still ice and jade, you disciple, don't you know that a woman's feet and legs are the second chastity, you are still staring!" You still see! Are you going to marry me responsibly? ”

Deng Yi directly shook his head and refused.

The woman was in a hurry, wrapped a small half, and wrapped her feet like a swollen and mountain-like footcloth and accidentally tied a dead knot.

She blushed and dismantled for a long time, the foot was still like a hill, she bit her red lip and looked at the other palm-sized bare foot, and then looked at the foot that was too exaggerated to remove the cloth, and glared at Deng Yi in embarrassment and asked, "I'm too ugly to make you unappetizing?" ”

Deng Yi's eyes turned around her, this is a young and beautiful woman, with a palm-sized face, delicate and small facial features, long black and bright hair, beautiful facial contours, black and white almond eyes, bright and bright.

Seeing that she seemed to be nervously waiting for an answer, Deng shook his head.

"I'm too slim, my legs aren't long enough, my breasts aren't straight enough, my buttocks aren't round enough? Can't you do it? ”

Deng shook his head.

"I can't read four books, five classics and six arts, I can't go to the hall, I can't go to the kitchen, can't you take it?"

Deng shook his head.

"I'm not Han, so you're afraid that future generations won't have red roots and seedlings, which will affect the purity of your bloodline? So you don't dare to marry? ”

Deng Yi frowned, what are these and what...

Feng Yu held his face and cried heartbreakingly, and after crying, he sobbed and shouted at Deng: "I know, I know that this is the reason, you are a Han and don't want to marry a Yi woman!"

But I was born like this, if I am not beautiful enough, I can be beautiful, if I am not in good shape, I can be rich, I can learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but... I can't change my bloodline! (To be continued.) )

PS: Seriously, I've cried for Deng a few times.