Rebirth of a Star General - Chapter 79

Chapter 79

Back then, Xiao Jue took the Nanfu soldiers to Jingzhou. Although the world knew that the second son of Xiao was both martial and civil, he could not afford to be an important task when he was young. Zhao Nuo is an envoy of Jingzhou Jiedi, who is lustful and greedy for money, not learning and skillless. When Xiao Jue first arrived in Jingzhou, he ignored Xiao Jue. Often jokes lightly, very rude. That’s not it. In the Jingzhou First War, Xiao Jue led his troops to the battlefield. Zhao Nuo was greedy for life and fear of death in the rear, wrongly commanded, and delayed fighter planes, causing many soldiers to die innocently. Seeing him so mad, Xiao Jue was tied up and taken down.

Zhao Nuo’s father is a book writer in the Ministry of War. He himself stayed in Jingzhou for many years. Naturally, countless people interceded. There were no shortage of high-ranking officials and nobles who threatened and lured Xiao Jue. He was just deceiving Xiao Jue when he was young and he was unaccompanied here.

“He is the Jiedu Envoy of Jingzhou, his father is the Shangshu of the Household Department, how many people in the court have good relations with the Zhao family, you have offended him, it will be difficult for you to do anything in the future!”

Xiao Jue remained unmoved, only smiled contemptuously: “But Shang Shu is so rampant, even if other officials worship the prime minister, the commander will still be able to kill him.”

Three days later, Xiao Jue surrounded Zhao Nuo’s mansion with his troops and pushed Zhao Nuo to the monument hall of the fallen soldiers and beheaded.

“The Zhao family was actually intimate with the Xiao family and the Cheng family,” Cheng Lisu recalled: “That Zhao Nuo, logically speaking, had some relatives with us. My mother wrote letters in person at the time. Go and ask your uncle to open up the internet and stay a line of work.”

“But I just didn’t listen to my uncle.” He smiled, a little helpless, and a little proud.

“Duke Xiao acts like this, aren’t you afraid that someone will instigate your majesty?” He Yan thought for a while, “Your Majesty will be dissatisfied too.”

“It’s my elder brother, and he asked the same questions as me.” Cheng Lisu said openly: “I also think my uncle’s move was too rash.”

After a long time later, the young man had already put away his romantic love, became introverted and calm, and became a high-ranking commander of the right army. Cheng Lisu asked, “Uncle, are you not afraid that your Majesty will create a gap with you?”

The young man was reading a book, he just smiled when he heard the words, and said indifferently: “He doesn’t dare.”

The emperor did not dare, not, the courtiers were not afraid.

In fact, it was indeed the case. Even though the officials in the court had all said bad things about him, the Jinluan Hall of the Hubu Shangshu asked for punishment one by one, but in the end it was nothing. It was really because Xiao Jue took the Nanfu soldiers and defeated the Nanban steadily.

At the time of hiring people, a dead Jidu Shi, a talented officer from a million, and Emperor Xuanwen was not blind, so he naturally knew how to choose.

However, Emperor Wenxuan did not dare to cure Xiao Jue’s crimes, which does not mean that rumors and rumors did not spread in the city of Shuojing. Zhao Tong and Xiao Jue’s Liangzi, the Shangshu from the Ministry of Households, were formed. People who had good acquaintances with Zhao Tong naturally did not see Xiao Jue well. People who had a good relationship with the Xiao family invariably alienated Xiao Jue.

For one thing, he has a cold and harsh temperament, and he can order beheading to his relatives without mercy. Secondly, he is arrogant, even his Majesty doesn’t pay attention to it, and he will inevitably offend others in the future, and he may tire his relatives and friends around one day.

Because the Cheng family and the Xiao family are relatively close relatives, they wouldn’t cut off their contact, but they prefer to associate with Xiao Jing compared to Xiao Jue.

“My mother told me not to get too close to my uncle,” Cheng Lisu said, “Said he doesn’t care about family affection.”

He Yan thought for a while: “Duke Xiao is not that kind of person, right.”

“I know.” Cheng Lisu smiled, “I always knew.”

The two sons of the Xiao family, the eldest son of the Xiao family, is blessed and bright, humble and gentle. It is more friendly and enthusiastic, and everyone loves it. The second son’s appearance is outstanding, but it is probably for fairness, and the temper is not very pleasing.

What’s more, after the angrily killing Zhao Nuo, Xiao Jue’s reputation for “Jade-faced Captain, Young Killer General” spread, and others did not dare to look up. Of course, Zhao Tong contributed to the flames, but Xiao Jue himself also left a lot of rumors. For example, when his parents were buried, he didn’t shed a single tear, and he was busy going to the Golden Luang Temple to argue for military power, and even the first seven. He left before leaving, and threw down Da Young Master Xiao to clean up the mess.

Every time his relatives gather together on New Year’s Day, he doesn’t like to talk to people, he just hurries to meet and leave.

Cheng Lisu still remembered that it was a summer day, and his eldest aunt Bai Rongwei was hosting relatives from the Cheng family in the mansion for a summer banquet. The Xiao family is now sparsely populated and it is rare to have such a lively time.

Cheng Lisu also went with him. At that time, Xiao Jue had been rewarded by General Feng Fengyun and returned to Shuojing shortly after his eighteenth birthday.

The female relatives all had snacks and tea together in the hall, while the men discussed current affairs with Xiao Jing. Cheng Lisu looked around, but didn’t see Xiao Jue.

He was extremely naughty when he was a child and hated ghosts, and teenagers his age didn’t like to play with him. Cheng Lisu had fun on his own. He ran to the backyard of Xiao’s family and saw a painted orange cat at the entrance of the ancestral hall. He chased the cat and ran all the way behind the screen in the ancestral hall.

It was summer, and the weather changed when it changed. In the evening, there were already dark clouds over the city, thunder bursts, and suddenly heavy rain poured down.

He held an orange tabby cat in his arms and wanted to go out. Suddenly, he heard people’s footsteps and someone came in.

Cheng Lisu secretly poked his head out from behind the screen, and saw his uncle, who was not seen by the dragon, walk in.

The young man wore a round-necked robe with crow green cloud satin and a golden crown on his head. When he was a boy, he liked to wear white robe and bright and beautiful, but now he only likes to wear dark clothes when he is older, which makes him more cold and unpredictable.

Xiao Jue walked into the ancestral hall, picked up three sticks of incense from the side, lit it, and slowly put it on.

Cheng Lisu’s eyes widened.

Probably the rumors about Xiao Jue from outsiders have everything, and Cheng Lisu has heard that Xiao Jue never goes to incense to his parents, he is a ruthless person. But now it seems that the rumors are not entirely true.

He moved very slowly, but very carefully. First, he wiped the dust off the incense burner carefully, wiped it clean with a cloth, then lit the incense, and inserted it into the incense burner. The green smoke curled up from the incense burner and spread out in midair. And he didn’t leave, didn’t speak, just stood with his eyes down, not knowing what he was thinking.

The summer is hot and humid, the water vapor comes in from the outside, sticky and greasy, the thunder is louder, the youth constricts his eyes, his expression is calm, the rainstorm outside washes the eaves, but the house is incredibly quiet. Cheng Lisu didn’t understand what was going on, but felt the atmosphere strange for some reason. He didn’t dare to get out of the atmosphere, holding the cat and sitting behind the screen, sitting with his cold little uncle for more than half an hour.

After a long time, the rain stopped and Xiao Jue left the ancestral hall.

From the time he entered the ancestral hall to when he left, he only had three sticks of incense. He didn’t say anything, didn’t do anything, just waited quietly. But it was these three incense sticks that made Cheng Lisu aware of the completely different softness beneath this uncle’s harsh appearance.

He is not a ruthless person among others.

There are many people in the world whose sincerity is always hidden under the appearance of coldness, but it is not without them.

Others always say that Cheng Lisu is still like a child, innocent and innocent, but in the eyes of a child, he can actually distinguish between good and evil. He doesn’t think this little uncle is as mean as his mother said. He likes this uncle, and more. It’s better than Duke Xiao.

“My uncle is very good,” Cheng Lisu looked into her eyes seriously and said, “If you spend a long time with him, you will also like him.”

He Yan laughed and couldn’t help rubbing his head, “I know, I already knew it.”

…

Thousands of miles away, Shuojing, today’s Spring Laijiang, is also a spark.

The lights reflected by the water lanterns are illuminated under the water and the sky is indistinguishable. It is also drizzling today, so a small paper cover is made on the lantern to save it from being extinguished by the rain.

In the ancestral hall of Xiao Mansion, someone was offering incense.

Since the death of Xiao Zhongwu and his wife, the number of subordinates in the general’s mansion has been reduced. There were only two sons. Xiao Jue has not been in the mansion for many years. In the final analysis, there are only Xiao Jing and his wife, and there is no need for so many people to serve. On weekdays, it is clean, but only occasionally, it is a bit deserted.

Xiao Jing was dressed in a jade-colored robe, he was as tall and gentle as a green bamboo, standing with Bai Rongwei beside him, and everyone wanted to praise the goddess. The incense curled up, the autumn rain was lingering outside, and the cool breeze was blowing. He took off his cloak and put it on Bai Rongwei, and said warmly: “It’s cold, be careful of the cold.”

“I’m not cold.” Bai Rong smiled slightly at him, worrying: “I don’t know what the weather is like in Liangzhou.”

“Tonight is the Mid-Yuan Festival,” Xiao Jing looked at the drizzle in the yard and said, “If Huai Jin is in the house, it will be fine.”

“He won’t come to the ancestral hall,” Bai Rong shook his head slightly, “he won’t enter the ancestral hall.”

“He will enter.” Xiao Jing replied very positively.

Bai Rongwei looked at him in surprise, “But I have never seen him…”

“It’s raining today, there is thunder,” Xiao Jing smiled, “He will enter.”

“Rubi, I don’t understand.” Bai Rong was slightly puzzled.

“When Huai Jin was very young, she was taken to the mountains by her father and taught by Gao Shi.” Xiao Jing took her hand and whispered, “It is rare for us to see him several times throughout the year. He is proud of his temper, and his mother is not pleased. He danced with knives and sticks. In fact, the relationship between Huai Jin and his mother has never been good.”

Mrs. Xiao is the queen mother’s niece. The marriage was bestowed by the queen mother. Xiao Zhongwu was handsome and mighty, and Mrs. Xiao also liked him very much. But after getting married, the contradictions between the two gradually emerged. Mrs. Xiao is a delicate flower that grows up in the house and cannot bear the slightest grievance. In the end, Xiao Zhongwu is a military commander. He is not as careful and thoughtful as a family member. Although he has never accepted a wife or concubine, he sometimes has to make Mrs. Xiao dissatisfied.

The two of them quarreled the most during the years when it was also due to Xiao Jue.

Mrs. Xiao didn’t want her two sons to marry. She had no eyes on the battlefield. She didn’t like killing and blood, and believed in Buddhism and kindness. At the beginning, Xiao Jing missed the best time to practice martial arts due to physical reasons, so he had to do it. As for Xiao Jue, Xiao Zhongwu has been regarded as his future successor since he was a child.

Mrs. Xiao did not want her son to follow Xiao Zhongwu’s old path, but for the first time Xiao Zhongwu, who had always been obedient to Mrs. Xiao, did not listen to his wife’s dissuasion.

The son has been separated from his mother for too long, and even if he has blood kinship, he is a little stranger after all. Moreover, Xiao Jue was not as good and docile as Xiao Jing when he was a child, and occasionally showed a jealous side. Facing this cold and arrogant son, Mrs. Xiao also didn’t know how to get along with him.

Mrs. Xiao showed good wishes with Xiao Jue, and Xiao Jue’s performance was also light. Madam Xiao likes tea and poems, but Xiao Jue likes to practice sword riding. Although Xiao Jue is also very good in poems, it is Xiao Jing who accompanies Madam Xiao in the end.

“My mother told me in private that she was actually a little afraid of Huaijin.” Xiao Jing seemed a little funny when she said this. “She didn’t deliberately go to Huai Jin to talk to her afterwards, and the two of them were always very polite when they got along.”

“Huaijin is actually very pitiful.” Xiao Jing’s smile became sad.

“My father has a cold temperament and is not half-tolerant towards Huaijin. I learned later that he had suffered a lot in the mountains. He didn’t say that, we all thought he had a very good life. If it was me, I would probably support it. It won’t be long before he escaped.” He laughed mockingly.

Bai Rong patted his hand comfortingly, “Nonsense, you can also do very well.”

Xiao Jing remembered the year Xiao Jue had just come down from the mountain. He asked this younger brother, “How about the mountain?”

The boy stretched his waist and smiled lightly, “Not bad.”

The three words “not bad” hid all the suffering he had suffered, and what was left to the outside was only the energetic second son of Xiao.

“Others say that my father is strict with his father and mother. My father treated him harshly, but my mother didn’t always stay with him. She finally came back, but she was too polite because she was afraid of him. My mother thought he liked sweets, so she often made it for him. Huai Jin eats sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus clean every time, even I was cheated. Later, the protagonist next to him said that Huai Jin never eats sweets.”

“Because this is the way a mother can express his love for him, so he eats. Even if he doesn’t like it, no one has ever asked him what he likes to eat.”

Bai Rong sighed slightly without speaking.

“Although I am his eldest brother, it seems that I have never helped him. Others always say that he is ruthless and unrighteous, not as good as me, but I don’t know that the reason why I can be the shining son of Xiao Feng today is precisely because He has undertaken a lot for me. I understand this principle, and he also understands.” He smiled bitterly, “I now regret that my father didn’t let me join the martial arts. If I hadn’t been a civil servant, Xu today would carry the burden of the Xiao family. Yes, that’s me. Huai Jin doesn’t have to misunderstand outsiders.”

“We all know that Huaijin has worked hard.” Bai Rong said softly: “My parents will know too.”

Xiao Jing looked at the memorial tablet on the ancestral hall and said: “When he was a child, Huai Jin was not very close to his mother. He ran out in two days. In fact, he took his mother to heart.”

“My mother is timid by nature, easily frightened, and most afraid of thunder. Every time when there is thunder, if Huai Jin is in the house, she will find a reason to sit in her mother’s room. Every time she sees Huai Jin, she thinks about her How Jin got along, he forgot about the thunder. When the rain stopped, Huai Jin would leave.”

“I didn’t understand at first. Once there was a thunder and rain, I was outside with him, but he suddenly said that he had to go back to his house if he had something important to him. When he returned to the house, he said he wanted to eat sweet-scented osmanthus candy, so his mother was busy serving him When I was cooking, I suddenly realized that Huai Jin, this guy, was just afraid that his mother would be frightened by the thunder, so he deliberately found an excuse to come back.”

When Bai Rongwei heard this, he also laughed, shook his head and said, “Huaijin is really…”

“It’s a pity that when my mother died, she didn’t know what Huai Jin thought of her.” Xiao Jing said in a cold tone, “If she knew it, maybe it won’t be the result today.”

Bai Rongwei squeezed his hand firmly: “Mother will understand in the spirit of heaven.”

“He was with his mother before his death, and after his death. As long as he is in the house, he will come to the ancestral hall to accompany his mother whenever there is thunder and rain.” Xiao Jing smiled slightly, “This is a secret, I didn’t tell anyone, I think Huai Jin doesn’t want others to know.”

Xiao Jue was too proud. He did these things like a long spring rain, moisturizing things silently, but he didn’t ask for any results. But in the end, after thinking about it seriously, he felt that he was the one who was owed the most.

“That’s why you said that if he were in Shuojing today, he would also come to the ancestral hall to accompany his mother.” Bai Rong was slightly stunned.

“He is such a person.” Xiao Jing smiled.

The smoke in the incense burner floated into the air and slowly dispersed without a trace. The people of the past have become the past, and the care and companionship that have not been exported have never had the opportunity to explain.

“Rubi, you need to know,” Bai Rongwei took Xiao Jing’s hand and said gently, “Huaijin did these things to keep the Xiao family. Now Huai Jin is far from Liangzhou, and Xu Xiangyi’s party still regards Xiao’s family as such. It’s a thorn in the eye, you have to cheer up and don’t let Huai Jin’s efforts in vain.”

Xiao Jing was taken aback, then smiled, and he said, “I know it naturally.”

“I know you love Huaijin,” Bai Rongwei softened her voice, “but I also love you. Huaijin has a lot of responsibility, so why don’t you? Xu Xiangming suppressed the Xiao family secretly, looking for your wrong place, you are in the How can it be easy to be cautious in every step?”

“Don’t worry,” Xiao Jing smiled: “The hardest time has passed.”

Bai Rong was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, “You are right.”

The rain continued to patter, and Shuojing’s yard was soaked with a piece of land. Thousands of miles away in Liangzhou, some people leaned against the window in awe. His blue silk hangs on his shoulders, like silk and satin, and his expression is faint. There is a low voice in the distance, and I don’t know who is playing the minor tune of his hometown. He listened and smiled softly.

This smile was a little self-deprecating, and a little lonely. After a while, he closed the window to isolate the night outside.

The lights in the room danced slowly, reflecting his star-like pupils. On the table, there was a long wooden plate with scattered rice grains. The rice grains were in different places, and small pieces made of red horn cloth were inserted. flag.

Shen Han, Liang Ping and the other coaches were all in the room, gathered around the table, staring at Xiao Jue’s movements.

“Captain, these are the places where the flag is planted? Isn’t it too much?”

“Not much.” The young man has a jade figure, holding a chess piece, and lighting the top red flag, “Seven days later, Baiyue Mountain will fight for the flag.”