Madam,General Revives Again

Xiao Jinghan is a famous "disaster". He is like a rat in the street. Everyone shouts to fight him, because it is said that he is a general who kills gods and people like hemp.

But Yi Qing closed her eyes, and the voice echoed in her ears was so generous.

"Let her go, she's innocent," he said

Because of this sentence, 12-year-old Yi Qing saved her life.

No, in fact, the real Yi Qing is dead. The soul has changed its core, and now Yi Qing is.

Yi Qing can still remember that day. Her face is covered with blood, and the people behind her are fierce.

Listen, they are going to sell her to a private nest. When she just came across and wanted to hit the tree again before school, Xiao Jinghan came to save her.

She had never seen how Xiao Jinghan killed people like hemp. However, with 20000 troops, he retreated 100000 troops from Beidi and saved the precarious Jin Dynasty and the Han people. This was enough for Yi Qing to support him all his life.

This is a national hero, the sun will not black, never fade merit.

In that war, more than half of Xiao Jinghan's men were killed and wounded, and he almost died, which Yi Qing clearly witnessed.

Moreover, Xiao Jinghan and her direct mother also have great origins.

Xiao Jinghan was raised by his mother's father, Yi Qing's grandfather in name, so they have the same feelings.

He saved himself because he didn't want his mother's hand to be stained with blood.

"Now the situation is like this," the Perilla said coldly, "Xiao Jinghan is dead, and the people are happy. The emperor has to set up a memorial archway to be a bianzi. It's clear that the cunning rabbit is dead, the running dog cooks, and Xiao Jinghan is killed. He has to pretend to be a brother and never forget his original intention."

"The emperor decreed to build a general's house in the capital, to choose an heir to keep filial piety for him and to offer incense."

"Oh." Yi Qing served a bowl of Chicken Soup for her again, lowered her eyes, and all her emotions were covered by long eyelashes.

Forced marriage, Xiao Jing cold body death, a series of things caught off guard, Yi Qing tossed and turned, did not sleep all night.

"Perilla, in order to solve the current difficulties, I made a decision." The next day, she said with panda eyes and perilla.

"What?"

"You know the relationship between my good mother and Xiao Jinghan." Yi Qing said with a smile.

Perilla nodded: "brother and sister are just like this."

"You said that my good mother, if she knew that I gave birth to a son to her brother, would she force me to marry instead?" Yi Qing narrowed her eyes.

She couldn't be too happy to think of that.

Mother was half angry, but only to see in the child's share to accept her "brother-in-law", think exciting.

"You are crazy!" It took a long time for Perilla to understand what she was saying. She looked at her with the eyes of a madman and said, "do you think you can casually impersonate Xiao Jinghan's son? How about you

Zisu thinks that Yiqing is really whimsical.

Who dares to fight such an idea?

But Yi Qing had a plan in mind. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that her idea was reliable: "don't worry, I know Xiao Jinghan's secret. I'm sure I can. I'll get ready. I'll take a nap when the bun comes back. "

Perilla vigilantly looked at her: "if you want to be crazy, I don't care about you, but don't have the idea of baozi."

Yi Qing laughed, patted her on the shoulder and said, "that's my son. How can I harm him?"

"It's hard to talk about you."

"Easy to say, easy to say," Yi Qing said, "perilla, you'd better go to the city to inquire about the news. The main question is when Xiao Jinghan's coffin will come back. Of course, you low-key inquiry, don't be thought you toward him and be thrown rotten leaves

In the afternoon, the steamed stuffed bun comes home for dinner. Yi Qing makes his favorite dish. The little guy has a round stomach.

"Another bowl of chicken soup."

Baozi obediently took over the chicken soup she handed over, and took up the bowl to drink it at one go.

"Mother, why am I so sleepy?" The eyelids of steamed stuffed bun are almost glued together, and lean on Yi Qing vaguely.

"Because it's noon, it's time for you to go to bed." Yi Qing held him in her arms and patted him gently.

After baozi falls asleep, Yi Qing opens her medicine box, turns over xiaobaozi, takes off her pants and shows her little butt.

She touched it with a smile, then closed her eyes and tried to remember. When she opened her eyes again, it was already a clear color.

She dipped her fingers in the paint, sketched out the general shape on the bottom of the bun, looked down, shook her head and said, "it seems a little small."

She picked up the hot and humid towel and wiped it off. She lowered her head and began to draw carefully.

After painting and wiping, Yi Qing was finally satisfied.

After cleaning her hands, she took out the prepared red and blue flowers and other medicinal materials from the medicine box, crushed them into mud, filled them into the outline she drew, and then covered them with a damp hot towel.

After more than an hour's tossing, a piece of chicken heart-shaped green and red color appeared on the bun's small white buttock, which was very similar to the birthmark.Yi Qing's worship of himself is like a torrent of water.

Perilla went out and came back in the evening, "I expect to enter the city in the future."

Yi Qing nodded, with a smile on her face: "that's in time."

"What are you going to say to baozi? Have you done all you have to do? "

"I haven't told him yet." Yi Qing thought of this also some embarrassed, "but I have done what I should do."

In fact, being forced to do this, she wanted to completely protect baozi from interference. She asked herself that she had no such ability.

"I try to make him less hurt."

Unexpectedly, after hearing that Xiao Jinghan was his father, Baozi was calm. He just said to Yi Qing with a little regret: "I thought my father was gone long ago, so you never mentioned it. I'm afraid you'll be sad. I don't dare to ask. Actually, I could have met him, but now it's nothing. Mother, don't be upset, will you? "

How can a child less than five years old say this?

Yi Qing was pleased and distressed. He touched his head and said, "my mother is not uncomfortable. Although my father is gone, my mother will always be with you. "

On the third day, Lu Tianzuo and Chang Yuanzhi, Xiao Jinghan's capable cadres, helped the coffin past Lijia village.

Along the way, although the emperor's edict acknowledged Xiao Jinghan's sacrifice for his country, no one came out to worship him, no matter the officials or the people.

They can't change the emperor's will, but they can always avoid it.

When they came to Lijia village, they saw a whole table of offerings, the paper money and the filial mother and son. All of them were stunned.

Yi Qing pushed the bun forward, pointed to the coffin and said in a deep voice, "bun, kowtow to your father."

Xiaobaozi, whose face was not in line with his age, raised his robe, knelt down and kowtowed three times respectfully.

Yi Qing gave him another bowl of wine: "give your father the last ride."

Baozi holds the bowl in both hands and sprinkles the wine slowly in front of him.

The mother and the son did the whole set of actions as if they were alone, as if they were completely immersed in their own world, and seemed to know nothing about the atmosphere and the grand scene.