Chapter 3: Family members of the Jingnan Rebellion

Chapter 3: Family members of the Jingnan Rebellion

Chapter 3: Family members of the Jingnan Rebellion
Lan Yu was wearing armor, a red helmet, and a sword at his waist. He stood quietly at the entrance of the military tent, looking at the two people inside.

He ignored Yan San who was kneeling on the ground.

Instead, he shifted his gaze and looked at the young soldier who was still standing there, looking somewhat immature.
The redness and cracks on the man's face from the wind and frost,

All of this shows that he is a mature soldier, not a green boy.

Seeing that he had been looking at her, Lan Yu's eyes narrowed.
His eyes swept up and down like a knife, and then narrowed slightly, revealing a dangerous aura:
"Have you seen me?"

Lu Yunyi finally reacted, and the blockage in his brain gradually subsided.

He cried out in his heart, "Not good!" and quickly followed Yan San's example, kneeling on one knee:
"Qingzhou Guards Thousand Households Commander Lu Yunyi has met the general. The general's portrait is widely circulated in the army. Now that he has seen the real person, Yi is very excited and excited."

Da da da.

Lan Yu walked in slowly.

The light footsteps seemed to be stepping on the hearts of the two men, making the atmosphere in the military tent particularly depressing.

Lan Yu came to Lu Yunyi, stared down at him, and said in a cold voice with an expressionless face:
"You are lying. You know me. What are you afraid of?"

His voice was neither fast nor slow, but it flowed into Lu Yunyi's heart like a raging storm! !
Lu Yunyi no longer believed in the nonsense that the ancients were as stupid as pigs.
This was their first meeting, and with just one glance, he was able to understand her true nature and see through her thoughts.

"Are you a spy from Yuanting?"

"Replying to the general, my father was a juren in the sixth year of Hongwu, and I was born and raised in Qingzhou.

He studied literature at the age of eight, but lacked talent, so he learned martial arts. Five years ago, he entered Qingzhou Guards and served as a scout. "

A trace of cold sweat appeared on Lu Yunyi's forehead, and he told his family history in detail.

"Well, you gave a detailed answer. I must have memorized it many times.
I have been fighting for many years, and often those spies from the Northern Yuan would answer in this way, avoiding the main point, making long speeches, and never facing the problem directly.

If I were you, I would definitely answer with a definite no! "

Lan Yu's voice became softer and softer, as if it was full of teasing or a joke.

But the atmosphere in the military tent became increasingly solemn.

It is winter now and the military tent is leaking air everywhere, but Lu Yunyi feels hot and his back is extremely itchy, and even the lining is a little damp.

Just as he was about to explain himself again, he gently lifted up the long-top combat boots in front of him, slowly turned around, and walked in front of Yan San.

Lu Yunyi wisely shut his mouth, feeling overwhelmed and confused, thinking about how to get away with it.

Lan Yu did not speak. Yan San raised his head slightly and thought for a moment. He knew that the general was waiting for him to explain.

So he took a deep breath and said:

"General, Lu Yunyi is one of my scouts. He led fifty people north three months ago to investigate the whereabouts of Yuan Ting. He just returned south today, and everything he said is true."

"I know. He just led his team back from the north gate. He was looking around all the way with a furtive look on his face."

Yan San's body froze, and so did Lu Yunyi, who cried out in his heart that he was wronged.

At the same time, he also realized one thing. Lan Yu had been in the city for a long time. No wonder the general guarding the city did not recognize him. He must be Lan Yu's man.

It stands to reason that with his scandals and fame, everyone in this small city of Gyeongju should know him.

"What did you gain?" Lan Yu turned his back and put his hands behind his back.

"He found Yuan Ting's traces near Bui'er Lake." Yan San took out the bag from his arms and handed it over.

"This is the feces and carving knife left by Yuan Ting's livestock."

Lan Yu didn't look back. He just said "hmm" lightly and walked away. His steps were as steady as when he came, without any change in emotion.

"Let them all go."

Soon, his voice was heard outside. Lu Yunyi and Yan San looked at each other, and saw the surprise in each other's eyes. They quickly stood up and rushed out of the military tent.

The scene that came into view made Lu Yunyi's pupils shrink suddenly.
The originally empty military camp was suddenly filled with soldiers in full armor.

They were dressed exactly like Lu Yunyi, with black armor, red helmets, and long swords in their hands!

But the murderous aura they exuded was far beyond Lu Yunyi's reach!
Not far from the military tent, more than ten people were standing up by flexing their arms. They were the soldiers under Lu Yunyi!
When he saw them, Lu Yunyi suddenly understood. No wonder Lan Yu was not as surprised as Yan San when he learned about Yuan Ting’s location. It turned out that he had known it for a long time.

“Brother Yuner!! Brother Yuner!!!” The black-faced young man ran over excitedly, grabbing Lu Yunyi’s arm tightly and growling through clenched teeth.

"General!! General, I saw the General!!"

Due to excitement, his originally dark face became a little more rosy, like a dark red charcoal fire that was about to go out, with a trace of ash.

Although Lu Yunyi could not empathize with them, he expressed his understanding.
Just as he felt only fear when he saw Lan Yu, others were unable to empathize with him.

At this time, a tall soldier in black armor walked over with steady steps, stopped in front of the few people, and said in a cold voice:
"General Yan, the general wants to see you. The rest of you can disperse."

Yan San's eyes widened slightly, and his face flushed like the black-faced boy. He looked at Lu Yunyi and ordered:
"Go home first, don't run around, let me see what the general has to say."

Lu Yunyi nodded: "You go ahead, Captain."

After they left, Lu Yunyi's chest swelled, he let out a long breath, wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead, and muttered to himself silently:
"This Lan Yu is too dangerous. They are all cunning people."

"Brother Yun'er, have you talked to the general? Did he tell us about any rewards?" As the black-faced young man spoke, the soldiers beside him also looked over.

"Why would a great general care about such a trivial matter? Okay, okay, everyone go away. You smell strange." Lu Yunyi waved his hand casually and moved away from the black-faced boy.
Then he put his arm close to it and smelled it, and immediately frowned with disgust on his face.

Two quarters of an hour later, Lu Yunyi changed his warhorse from the barracks, rode on his own white horse, and galloped away.

Although the war horse was also raised in his family, he could not take the war horse home at will because of the war.

While riding, Lu Yunyi touched the white horse's solid back and patted it hard, followed by a dull sound.

He then nodded: "Xiaobai, you are eating well."

"Shhh——" The white horse snorted, as if it couldn't get used to the strange smell on Lu Yunyi.

Qingzhou is not big, with only two main streets. One is the market, and the other is the government office, military camp, and some residences of the adults.

Since Old Man Lu was the only juren in Qingzhou, Lu Yunyi's family was also settled here.

It is not big, with two entrances and two exits, and is equipped with a main room, guest room, living room, study, gatehouse, and a small courtyard.
In this bitter cold place of Gyeongju, he is considered a superior person.
This made Lu Yunyi extremely grateful. At least he was born into a good family and would not be hungry from birth.

Not long after, Lu Yunyi stopped in front of a house. It was made of blue bricks and red tiles and was not very impressive.

"Master?" An old voice with a hint of surprise sounded, and a figure appeared.

It was the doorman, Lao Zhang, who was in his forties. He was not tall, perhaps only about 1.6 meters, but strong and sturdy. He was a soldier who had retired from the front lines. He earned two cents a month and also raised horses.

In addition, some common sense and taboos in the military were taught by this person.

Seeing him, Lu Yunyi also smiled: "It's Uncle Zhang, is mother at home?" "Yes, yes, the master is in the school, and the lady is in the west wing preparing your winter clothes.

"Hmm?" Lu Yunyi handed over the reins, a little surprised, "Don't you have clothes?"

Old Zhang's facial features suddenly tightened, he took the reins and the long sword, and said with a smile:

"The young master has been gone for several months, so he must have lost weight. Madam was afraid that the clothes would be too big and leak air, so she made some more in case of emergency."

"Did you tell me that I was leaving the customs?"

"Oh, oh, oh, I dare not. The master saw that you had not come back for several months and there was no news, so he drank too much and let it slip."

Lao Zhang waved his hands repeatedly, and Xiaobai beside him snorted, as if laughing at him. Lao Zhang glared at him and slapped him.

"Doesn't father drink?" Lu Yunyi was even more surprised.

"A month after you left, the master brought back two jars of wine and started drinking. Young master, don't tell the master, he is also worried about you."

"How much alcohol can father drink?"

Old Zhang looked a little strange: "The master is a scholar, and he can drink a lot. He only drank two or three cups before he passed out."

The doorman, Lao Zhang, did not hesitate to expose the secret. He saw it clearly.
In this family, the young master usually acts like a grandson, but his real identity is the ancestor, after all, he is the only child.

Old Zhang took another look at the young master beside him. His childishness had faded by 50%, and he didn't look thinner. He looked much more energetic, and even had a hint of the solemn and murderous aura of a battlefield.

Entering the courtyard, Lao Zhang smiled and led the horse to the backyard.

Lu Yunyi went straight into the west wing. At this moment, the door of the west wing was opened from the inside, and the voice of a young girl came:

"Uncle Zhang, who's here?"

The girl was dressed in a maid's clothes. She had fair and delicate skin, a straight nose, and rosy lips. She looked elegant and refined.

Especially the eyes, which are as bright as spring water, revealing a sense of cleverness and intelligence.

When she saw Lu Yunyi wearing armor, her eyes suddenly lit up, her eyebrows curved like willow leaves and gently raised, and her whole body was filled with joy!
"Master!!"

"Madam, Madam, the master is back!"

Bang!

The sound of tables and chairs colliding was heard, and a figure rushed out impatiently.
She was less than forty years old, dignified and beautiful, with a look of majesty between her brows and deep, bright eyes, but at this moment they were filled with anxiety.

After seeing the tall figure standing still, her dignified face suddenly broke into a bright smile and her eyes sparkled with tears of excitement. The heart that was originally as calm as water was now rippling with layers of ripples and her joy was beyond words.

Liu's lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she was so excited that she was speechless. She stretched out her trembling hands and gently stroked her son's face.
There were scars all over it, and it felt like a foreign body. The familiar yet unfamiliar touch caused an indescribable pain in her heart.

Slowly, her brows relaxed, and the faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes seemed to become softer because of joy.

But this did not last long, the gentleness gradually turned into anger, but her voice remained calm:
"Son, where have you been during this time?"

"Ugh" Lu Yunyi felt his hair stand on end, and an ominous premonition began to emerge:
"Uh, please forgive me, mother. I have military duties to attend to, so I can't reveal it."

"Okay, okay. My son has grown up and has gone wild outside the Great Wall. I don't know who will be able to control you in the future." Liu's voice was ups and downs, with an inexplicable meaning.
Lu Yunyi could naturally hear the sarcasm in this, and quickly spoke:
"Mother, come inside and talk!"

After saying that, he pushed his mother into the west wing. The maid wanted to follow in, but was stopped by Lu Yunyi's eyes. She could only stand at the door blankly. She was not angry, she just stood at the door guarding it.

The door closed, and Lu Yunyi fell to his knees without a second thought.
"Mother, I have suffered so much these days.

You don't know, the Northern Yuan barbarians are too brutal.

The boy had only fifty soldiers under his command, but he was chased for a hundred miles by more than a thousand people. The two brothers of the Li family lost their lives to save the boy.
The child was lucky enough to escape this disaster, otherwise, the child would not be able to come back! ! "

Lu Yunyi cried and sobbed, and the violence in Liu's brows gradually subsided. She slowly lowered her raised arms, and was replaced by heartache. She sighed heavily and squatted down quickly.

"Don't cry, my son. It's good that you're back. It's good that you're back."

"It's all your damn father's fault. Why don't you study hard and join the army? When he comes back, let him talk to Lord Yan and transfer you to guard the city. You might as well not be a scout." Liu wiped away her tears quietly.

"I'm afraid it won't work, mother. I have done a great service on this trip."

"What?" Liu raised her head suddenly: "Great merit? How great a merit?"

Lu Yunyi thought for a moment and said, "As for what the merit of being promoted three levels is, I cannot tell you."

"Mother knows. Your uncle is a centurion. Mother knows this rule." Liu glanced at him and saw that her son was still kneeling on the ground. She felt pain in her heart and cursed:

"Why don't you get up quickly? What are you kneeling on the ground for?"

"Hehe." Lu Yunyi chuckled and quickly stood up to help Liu sit down. When he saw the cloth and cotton on the table, he raised his eyebrows.

Liu took in Lu Yunyi's expression and smiled gently:
"I learned some new skills from your Aunt Ning a few days ago, and I'm practicing them."

"Oh~~~" Lu Yunyi also started to speak in a sarcastic tone.

Liu glared and raised her right hand again, which frightened Lu Yunyi so much that he quickly changed the subject:
"Mother!! How come I've never heard of your uncle before? He's a centurion, a higher official than me!"

"But...when the reward is issued this time, I will at least be a centurion!"

Lu Yunyi's face was full of pride, and he patted the armor on his chest hard!

Liu rolled her eyes at her and began to put away the sewing box on the table, as if she was reminiscing:

"Your uncle has always been stubborn. After your grandfather died, he didn't want to follow my mother to Qingzhou, but returned to his hometown in Qinghe.

Although we exchanged letters, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years.

Last year he sent me a letter saying that he had inherited his uncle's military position and was now serving as a guard at Yanshan.

"He is already grown up, and now he is married. If my son has the chance to go to Peking, he must visit him on my behalf."

Lu Yunyi nodded. He had seen so much and knew the importance of the clan:

"Mother, what is your uncle's name? If there is a chance, I will definitely take you with me."

"His name is Liu Sheng. He has been naughty since he was a child, and his name is not much different from his.

Okay, let's talk about this later. Go take a shower first. You smell really bad." Liu said with a smile on her face.

However, he did not notice that his son Lu Yunyi had already been standing there in a daze.

Liu Sheng? Hundred Households of Yanshan Guard? Hometown or Qinghe?

Lu Yunyi's eyes widened little by little. If he remembered correctly,

The first artillery commander in history, the commander of the Shenji Camp, the Marquis of Anyuan, the commander of the Right Army, and the tutor of the Crown Prince was named Liu Sheng. He was also a centurion of Yanshan Guards and his hometown was also Qinghe! !
(End of this chapter)