surnamed Wang

Wang Gingquan saw that he couldn't frighten his son, so he couldn't hold back, and said:
"You kid, don't think that I didn't know about the erotic pictures. Dad came here at your age."

The young man immediately blushed when he heard the words, and said angrily:

"Who stole the erotic pictures?"

"What is it if it's not a erotic picture?" Wang Gangquan continued to ask.

The young man got up suddenly, and just about to speak, a letter happened to slip out of his arms and fell on the ground. Wang Gangquan smelled the gossip, and stretched his neck to read it. When he saw the words "Dear Ai Shu" written on the envelope After four words, he immediately understood:

"Oh, so you missed your sister Pan?"

"No, I'm looking at erotic pictures."

While talking, the young man silently put the letter into his arms, as if he didn't want to discuss too much on this topic.

However, Wang Gangquan was still relentless: "Don't rush to take it back, don't you know how to please girls? Daddy will help you give advice." Now it's rare to have a common topic with his son, and he doesn't want to miss this opportunity.

The young man looked at him suspiciously, and said calmly:
"No need, every time my mother sees you, she doesn't look good, and she doesn't have any great skills."

"Hey, boy, you really can't underestimate being a father today. Prepare your pen and ink. I'll tell you, and you write."

Wang Gingquan waved his hand, with the intention of reprimanding Fang Qiu, Wang Qianshan couldn't resist him, so he had to pick up the ready-made writing brush on the table, without lifting his eyelids, he said:

"Go ahead."

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Wang Gangquan gave a dry cough, stood up, and started walking around the room with his hands behind his back. Just when the young man was about to lose his patience, he said slowly:
"Sister Pan, dear, on the seventh day of the seventh month, it has been more than a month since we parted, and the egret flew south, and I miss you very much. Today, I went to Kaipingwei with my father. The family is majestic and majestic. With one man as a thousand, he single-handedly stopped a million troops. To be a role model for my generation..."

Wang Gangquan was talking with great interest when his son's stern voice suddenly came from behind:

"Father, please respect yourself."

Wang Gangquan was thick-skinned, naturally he was not embarrassed, so he changed the subject:

"At that time, boys were riding bamboo horses, girls were growing green plums, they didn't dare to speak lightly of their childhood sweethearts, and being able to spend one more day with them was enough.

Panmei was born with sculpted eyebrows and white teeth, jade bones and ice spirit, Tingting bird, melodious attitude, cute and gentle, she is the first beautiful person I have ever seen in my life.

Along the way, I met countless women, none of whom were half as good as Miss Pan.

At the beginning of the moonlight, I hesitated under the moon, I tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep at night, so I wrote a book to send lovesickness.

Dongpo, a poet of the early Song Dynasty, wrote a poem, "I hope that people will live a long time and enjoy the beauty of thousands of miles, which is most suitable for the current situation."

Living in a foreign land, the road is obstructed and long, the autumn dew is cold, the weather is cold and windy, I hope Pan Mei will put on more cotton clothes and less thoughts, and wait for my return. "

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After Wang Gingquan finished speaking, he returned to his seat and sat down again, poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip, his throat a little parched.

The young man held the rabbit hair pen in his hand, and was still slightly dazed while he was writing for a long time. After a while, he suddenly came back to his senses. He dried the letter paper, folded it gently and stuffed it into an envelope, then stuffed it into his arms and went to bed silently.

Seeing him like this, Wang Gangquan couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied, so he muttered:
"This kid, he didn't even say thank you." …

The boy on the bed faced the wall, leaving his father with a back view, his eyes were empty. At this moment, his faith completely collapsed.

Today, my father first resolved the war between the two countries by himself, and then forced the North Turkistan to withdraw its troops. It is said that the other party took the initiative to return the fourteen prefectures of Wuyou, which had been lost for more than 200 years in the Central Plains.

At first the young man was still suspicious, but just now, the other party said a lot of love words casually, no matter how you look at it, he is a veteran who has been wandering around the flowers, and he has completely lost the slightest bit of inconspicuous appearance that he usually eats and waits to die... All of this It's all unreal like a dream.

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The 30 army of Beitu marched towards the dynasty in a mighty way, and finally returned to the grassland in disgrace. Not only did they not get any benefits, but they also lost many soldiers. A trip can be described as thankless.

The Northern Turkistan court is not as rich as Donghan, and its military administration is not as clear as that of the Central Plains. Every time it sends troops, all the tribes jointly contribute money and effort, and manage themselves well. Wherever the sudden soldiers and horses went, it was often like locusts crossing the border, and the local people were even more miserable than the bandits entering the city.

During this trip to the Central Plains, as the new Khan, Bateer launched an attack hastily, and ended hastily. People with a heart are even more dissatisfied. If it weren't for Pu Wen, the general who protects the country, to suppress him, I'm afraid it would have been chaotic at the moment.

As for other people who are loyal to the imperial court, it is inevitable that they will feel grudges. Even Yuan Baihu, who has always been close to the royal family of Dayan, after losing so many subordinates and his beloved weapons, his face is quite gloomy. stand up.

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Although Pu Wen has been away from the army for a long time, the demeanor sharpened by the battlefield killing is still on his body. Sitting on the horse at this moment, an invisible power emerges spontaneously. Not too far not too close.

Pu Wen gently urged the horse, and walked forward with Battelle and Yao Qingyi. Yao Jian's expression was obviously relaxed at this time, and he smiled slightly at Pu Wen:
"The general who protects the country has come here for a long time, so he must have encountered many interesting things."

Pu Wen thought for a while, and said:

"It's nothing, but a hundred or eighty heroines want to go together, and I have a family anyway, so I refused."

"Oh, you got married?" Yao Qingyi looked surprised. He knew what the other party was like, so he naturally wouldn't believe the so-called "hundred and eighty heroines".

Pu Wen nodded, "It happened a long time ago. The children ran all over the street. I'll bring them back for you to see when I have time."

Yao Jian nodded with a smile, but Battelle on the side kept a straight face from the beginning to the end, as if he was a little dissatisfied with the two of them who couldn't wait to chat about family affairs.

With Yao Qingyi's Minghui, he can naturally see what the new Khan is thinking, and said:

"Your Majesty, you don't have to worry too much. Since the Eldest Princess asked General Park to come alone, she must be sure that he can break the siege of Dayan's family. General Park was already the number one warrior in North Turkistan 20 years ago. There have never been any shocking talents in the school, and I think there is still no one who can face the edge."

As Yao Qingyi said, he still did not forget to wink at Pu Wen. The latter has a personality of climbing along the pole. If he praises him a little, he will definitely agree with him. But today's Pu Wen seems to be different from before. Thinking:

"It's hard to tell. If the Venerable Daxueshan is as skilled as Moon Cake, I might not be able to beat him."

Yao Qingyi was surprised when he heard the words. Beitu has always suppressed the Buddha, and he also had many doubts about the so-called reincarnation of the Buddha, thinking that it was just a way to attract believers by playing tricks.When Yao Jian heard that Qi Qige was the rumored living Buddha, he just laughed it off, not believing that the gluttonous little girl would be an immortal.

Scholars have always been like this, as long as they have a few catties of ink in their chests, they will be stubborn, thinking that they can turn clouds and rain with their knowledge, and respect ghosts and gods and stay away.

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