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Chapter 4 Uncle
  "The general has met the princess!"

Jiang Shaohua calmed down and turned around to look.

There were twenty soldiers on duty outside the study, and they all bowed in salute.

The leading man was about thirty-five or six years old, tall, with dark complexion and sharp eyes. His appearance is completely different from the popular handsomeness and nobleness, and he has the demeanor of a military commander.

It was the Nanyang Prince's personal soldiers who commanded Song Yuan.

There are many generals in Daliang, but the Song family does not rank among them. Fortunately, a Princess of Nanyang appeared. In the past thirty years, with the help and support of King Nanyang, the Song family barely managed to become a second-rate general.

The son-in-law of the Song family serves as an errand in various military camps, and now the highest official position is a third-grade guerrilla general.

Song Yuan was the nephew of the late Princess Nanyang. He entered the Nanyang Palace as a soldier at the age of fifteen and became the commander of the soldiers at the age of twenty-five. According to the official rank of Daliang generals, Song Yuan was a fifth-grade general.

King Nanyang died of illness, but the Nanyang Palace is still there, and the current owner is the ten-year-old Princess Nanyang.

In terms of blood relationship, Song Yuan is Jiang Yan's cousin and Jiang Shaohua's cousin. However, Song Yuan always respected the etiquette and never married in front of others. Even more respectful than before.

Song Yuan was respectful, and the rest of the soldiers bowed and clasped their fists. No one dared to ignore his master.

Jiang Shaohua looked at the loyal Song Yuan.

When she went to the capital, Song Yuan accompanied her with two hundred personal guards. The palace gate looked like the sea, and she entered the harem. Song Yuan and a group of soldiers were blocked outside the palace gate and had been guarding the Nanyang Palace in the capital.

She married into the Wang family at the age of sixteen, and Song Yuan entered the Wang family with his soldiers. With a group of personal soldiers accompanying her, she remained calm in the den of tigers and wolves, and no one dared to bully her.

When she was twenty-eight years old, she was assassinated when she went out. Song Yuan was stabbed in order to protect his master, injuring his heart and lungs. After recuperating for half a year, I still went.

That year, he was already in his fifties, with half-white hair, wrinkles on his forehead, and an aging look.

"Uncle," she held his hand tightly, her eyes filled with tears and choked with sobs.

He used his last strength, stared at her deeply, and sighed softly: "Fortunately, you are safe and sound. I won't be ashamed of my cousin Yan even if I go to the underworld of Huangquan."

It turns out that the reason why the silent, resolute and reliable cousin has never married is because of her mother, Jiang Yan.

And her father Lu Xuan, who was famous for his deep love for his deceased wife, had just taken a seventeen-year-old young concubine, and there was a romantic story about a pear blossom overwhelming a begonia.

Jiang Shaohua remained silent. Song Yuan was secretly surprised, but he did not look at Jiang Shaohua's face with the corner of his eye and still maintained his saluting posture.

The prince has been gone for a year, and the people in the palace are relaxed. Some people murmured privately that the princess was still a child and a woman, how could she support the palace.

Even in the guard camp, there are people who occasionally gossip. He caught two of them and beat them with fifty military sticks until their buttocks were broken.

After that, no one in the Guards Camp dared to say anything.

"Please, uncle."

A slender hand as white as porcelain held him up.

Song Yuan: "..."

He was startled by this sound.

He didn't even take into account the amazing strength of that hand, and directly "helped" him up.

"How can the princess call the junior general like this?" Commander Song, who had always been calm, was speechless, and his dark face turned red quickly: "The junior general is too ashamed to deserve it."

Jiang Shaohua showed his first smile after waking up from rebirth: "I haven't seen my uncle for a long time, and I feel so happy that I can't help myself. Uncle, there is no need to panic."

Song Yuan almost didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and there was uncontrollable joy in his embarrassment.

The ten-year-old princess only reached his waist and abdomen, and he could see her face clearly even when he lowered his head. She is still childish, yet stunningly beautiful, very much like her cousin Yan when she was young.

Sure enough, he is still a child. I haven't seen him for a long time, but I saw him only two days ago.

His heart softened and he whispered: "Why did the princess suddenly come to the prince's study?"

You must be missing the prince! Jiang Shaohua's answer was unexpected: "I invite Chen Changshi and others to come to discuss matters."

Song Yuan was stunned and couldn't help but look at Jiang Shaohua again.

After the prince left, Jiang Shaohua has been keeping filial piety in the mansion. The long history and staff of the palace worked together to support the daily affairs. Only important matters will be reported to the princess... In fact, it is just a formality. No one expected anything a ten-year-old could do.

This was the first time Jiang Shaohua took the initiative to summon the subordinates of the palace.

"Uncle, accompany me into the study." Jiang Shaohua said with a smile, his eyes full of trust and dependence.

Song Yuan's heart felt hot and he nodded in agreement.

He is the commander of the palace's personal soldiers, with two thousand elite men under his command. With him around, no one dared to look down upon fooling the princess.

At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the courtyard gate.

Song Yuan's ears were very sensitive, and when he turned his head, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the princess turning her head first.

Song Yuan couldn't help but raise his lips.

When the princess was five years old, the prince personally taught her martial arts. Unlike her frail mother, the princess is extremely talented and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is a martial arts genius. He is proficient in fists, feet, swords, riding and shooting.

The prince was not allowed to speak out, so the only thing that spread out of the palace was the princess's photographic memory of intelligence.

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The group of people stepped into the main courtyard.

There were six people in this group.

The leader was a man in his mid-fifties, of medium build, with frost-stained temples and clear eyes. Although he is old, he is still handsome and elegant, with the air of a civil servant.

It was Chen Zhuo, Zuo Changshi and chief staff officer of the Nanyang Palace.

Chen Zhuo was a serious second-level scholar at that time, and he was full of knowledge. He was favored by the king of Nanyang and made a long history directly from the official department. He is the most trusted confidant of King Nanyang.

The middle-aged man beside Chen Zhuo is called Feng Wenming. He is forty-nine years old and is the right chief historian of the Nanyang Palace.

Compared with the elegant and elegant Chen Changshi, Feng Changshi has a square face, a big mouth and a plain appearance, and a large black mole on his chin.

In the Liang Dynasty, appearance was also extremely important in selecting scholars through the imperial examination. Most of the important officials in the court are handsome men.

Feng Changshi was young and talented. He passed the provincial examination at the age of eighteen and passed the second place. After the palace examination, his ranking fell to the middle of the second class. One year after Guanzheng entered the household department, he became the chief clerk. He was smart and capable, but he was never promoted.

Chen Zhuo and Feng Wenming were of the same age and had quite a personal relationship. Feng Wenming was depressed and frustrated, so Chen Zhuo recommended his friends to King Nanyang in private.

The King of Nanyang happily approached the Ministry of Personnel to ask for someone, and then Master Feng packed up the ceremony and took his wife and children to the Nanyang Prince's Mansion as an errand. Within a few years, he became the right-hand official of the fifth rank.

The King of Nanyang had the kindness to meet him, and Chen Zhuo had the kindness to support him. Feng Wenming stayed in Nanyang County with all his heart.

These two people, together with Song Yuan behind him, are all grandfather's confidants, loyal and reliable.

Jiang Shaohua's eyes glanced at the other four people.

Yang Zheng, the chief judge of the sixth rank in charge of the execution room, is thirty-four years old, eight feet tall, and has a dignified appearance.

Qiu Yuanshang, who is in charge of offering sacrifices to the guests, is about forty years old. He has an upright face and a neatly trimmed beard under his chin.

Wen An, the chief clerk in charge of the palace's treasury, is the oldest, nearly sixty years old. He is short, white and plump, cheerful and smiling all day long.

The last man was as tall as a bamboo pole, dark and thin, with a frown and a naturally grimace. It is the eighth-grade workmanship sunken wood.

Mr. Wen and Mr. Shen were standing together, one white and one black, one short and one tall, one fat and one thin, the contrast was obvious.

The important officials of the Nanyang Palace gathered here.

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