"Brother, I'm very puzzled why the emperor suddenly agreed to let me go to Xining."

"I don't understand this, the holy will is unpredictable, who knows? Maybe it's also for the people of Xining. ”

He was only half right.

Ming Yan is a military general, he has never understood the affairs of officialdom, and he is fighting abroad, and he does not understand the situation in the DPRK. Naturally, I don't understand what medicine Jing Shen sells.

Ming Weiran nodded, silent for a moment, Ming Yan always looked at himself with a smile in his eyes, which really made Ming Weiran a little uncomfortable.

Ming Moran saw that Ming Yan was silent, and said with a smile: "I am away all the year round, but I really don't understand what the situation is going on."

"It's okay, the situation is always changing." Ming Weiran was afraid that he would be uncomfortable with the Dao, so he should change the topic now, and it happened that Ming Weiran was very interested in what was happening on the battlefield.

"Brother, it's tiring to fight outside."

"It's okay, it's just a little ......" said here and was silent.

Ming Weiran frowned in confusion.

Ming Yan was silent, as a general who led tens of thousands of soldiers, some words he could only swallow in his stomach, insincerely, or disguised with coldness.

It's just a little homesick......

This is the most difficult thing for many soldiers to say.

"It's nothing, the sword on the battlefield has no eyes, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back." Ming Yan said this as if jokingly, and smiled to hide the bitterness that he almost never revealed.

For some reason, when Ming Weiran saw the brother in front of her, "herself" brother, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed, but it was really blood-related.

……

Ming family Wen, I hope that Ming Yan can get famous, and it can be regarded as a son inheriting his father's business, Ming Yan is very smart, and he is also quite talented in writing, even if he does not rely on the huge family power of the Ming family, he can also find an official and a half-job, but he doesn't love these, he looks down on those who wear knives on their waists but can't even draw swords, and they will scoff when they hold books and shake their heads, talking about taking the world as their own responsibility.

How much study is not just for fame and fortune?

Instead of talking empty words here, it is better to go into battle to kill the enemy, the master asked him to study, and he escaped to practice martial arts, ride horses, shoot arrows......

If he saw someone in a private school boasting about the ancients, he would "listen to them."

……

"Then the order of King Teng's pavilion back then was nothing more than that."

"What do you see?"

"The author will always use pretentious words to see its profundity."

Ming Yan raised his eyes when he heard the sound and looked at the man, it was really not good to be woken up.

He was behind the man, and he saw him with his head held high and his elbows shaking—fanning.

"Huh." He sneered softly and sat up straight, looking at the man with interest.

This person is a private school that has just entered, and I heard that he is the son of Shaoqing of Dali Temple, and he is afraid that he does not know the rules of Ming Yan in the private school, so he is like this in front of him.

In the group, it seemed that someone sensed his strange movement, and glanced at the person in front of him, and the person who was blinded looked back, and immediately turned his head to the side, muttered something in his mouth, and walked away with the person who made the eye.

The person who was still talking just now didn't know what was posted, and when he watched the two leave, he thought that others were not interested, so he raised his voice again: "My father often says don't learn this, but I didn't expect it to be these things, I feel helpless, I feel helpless......"

"You!"

When the group of people heard the sound, all eyes turned to Ming Yan, and when almost everyone looked over.

Ming Yancai said leisurely: "Shut up."