Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Chapter 145 Young General: It's getting late, and the mountains and rivers are already winter

A clear voice sounded beside his ear, and the young man raised his eyes slightly. His crow-feather-like eyelashes were clearly visible, as if he wanted to splatter blood on the person.

Shu Yijin only saw those eyes shining with the bright sunlight and filled with tiny stars, as if blending with the decadent sunlight. The breath exhaled by the other party gently passed over his face, making people feel uneasy and frightened for no reason.

He stared at Chang Qing for a long while, looking at the other's jawline, which was clearer than his own life plan.

Perhaps it was because Chang Qing's words "Then just go die" were said too casually. Amid the hustle and bustle of the crowd, they fell into Shu Yijin's ears like a thunderclap, and the whole person felt dizzy.

He said, just go die.

Shu Yijin was actually completely stunned, but he was used to pretending to be cool, so there was no fear on his face and he looked like he didn't care about his life or death.

Seeing that he was still not letting go, Chang Qing put more strength on his hands, which finally brought Shu Yi Jin back to his senses.

"You are sick, aren't you?"

Shu Yijin cursed, but he also knew that if he didn't let go, his bones would be crushed, so he immediately let go of his hands and feet and glared at the person in front of him viciously.

"I'll remember you. Tell me your name if you can."

"Xu Jin Huan."

"Xu Jinhuan, right? Sooner or later, I will settle this account with you." Shu Yijin had an angry look on his face and said a few harsh words. This was the first time in all his years of bullying in the capital that he suffered such a big loss and was beaten up in the street.

It was only later that I realized that the name sounded familiar.

"I feel like I've heard it somewhere before."

Shu Yijin frowned and muttered. The servant next to him was about to cry. He whispered, "Young Marquis, this is General Xu who just returned to the capital."

Shu Yijin's pupils dilated slightly and he looked at Chang Qing in disbelief.

This guy obviously looks younger than him, but he has made great military achievements and his martial arts skills are so high.

Then his blood started boiling again. Going to the battlefield and killing the enemy was probably the dream of many young men. They fantasized that one day they would be able to leave their names in history and become the Wolf's Lair.

Chang Qing said nonchalantly, "If the young marquis still wants to compete, I am always here to accompany you. The general's mansion also welcomes you to come to the door at any time."

"No, no, it turns out to be General Xu. I've heard of your name for a long time." Shu Yijin smiled awkwardly. He has always been very thick-skinned, so he began to flatter Changqing and his group by saying that he would treat them to a meal.

"General Xu, did you really charge into the enemy camp single-handedly and scare the enemy out of their wits, as the legend says?"

"General Xu, how many years do you think it will take me to become as powerful as you?"

"Xu Jinhuan, you..."

Chang Qing: “…”

All I can say is that Shu Yijin is indeed a very outgoing person.

But after a short while, the address immediately changed from General Xu to Xu Jinhuan. He was like a curious baby, asking about even the most trivial things.

Chang Qing didn't pay much attention to him, but he didn't find it boring, so he started chatting with the neighbor brother next door.

Lin Sui was a chatterbox to begin with, and he began to talk incessantly about what happened at the border.

"You don't know that in the battle at Guihan Pass, the terrain was extremely steep, and above it there was a long river called Guiyin River by the locals at the border. The enemy was too insidious and cunning, deliberately luring us into a trap."

Shu Yijin's eyes widened: "It sounds terrifying. How did you see through the enemy's trap and turn defeat into victory?"

Lin Sui sighed, his expression very serious: "That's right, the enemy is indeed powerful, and they even poisoned the water source. However, fortunately, the general is here, no conspiracy or trick can escape the general's eyes..."

"Speaking of this, I have to mention another incident. One time, the general put himself in danger and deliberately lured the enemy. He happened to see a girl lying on the side of the road. The general saved her, and the girl came up to him and said she wanted to marry him."

Shu Yijin listened with great interest. The plot of a hero saving a beauty or a beauty saving a hero has been indispensable since ancient times.

Maybe the trend is to make things extremely melodramatic.

It makes people feel that it is so melodramatic, but they can't help wanting to listen to it. When they take out the storybook, it is either the story of a scholar going to Beijing for an imperial examination and a vixen, or the story of a poor scholar who saves a beautiful girl and is favored by the daughter of a rich and powerful family.

"But the general didn't buy it and insisted on suspecting that the girl was the enemy's spy. The girl used a hundred tricks, but the general refused to be fooled. Later, he even persuaded the girl to rebel. The girl was the famous Ji Yue."

Shu Yijin said, true six.

He doesn't know the answer to other questions, but he knows the name Ji Yue very well. Not only is she stunningly beautiful, but she is also extremely talented. She amazed the world with her song Jinse, and is undoubtedly the best zither player in the world.

The sun sets in the west, sparse sunset glow hangs in the sky, the setting sun spreads on the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.

Lin Sui had already drunk several cups of tea, and his voice became hoarse. He then said, "I'll talk to you another day. If I continue, I won't be able to speak tomorrow."

"Well, I have nothing to do anyway, so I'll bother Brother Lin."

Shu Yijin nodded slightly. He suddenly seemed to remember something and his eyes fell on Chang Qing who was reading a military book. The young man was wearing plain clothes and had black hair. He twisted the pages of the book with his fingers and slowly turned to the next one.

"Xu Jinhuan, there is a banquet tomorrow. People of our age will go. The invitations were sent out several months ago. You were still at the border at that time, so you missed it."

Chang Qing paused for a moment while holding the book, and asked, "What day is tomorrow?"

"August 4th, the Mid-Autumn Festival is just a few days away."

August 4th is the Chunzhao Festival, a day exclusively for the younger generation of the Daning Dynasty. Every year on this day, the elders in the family don't care much, and no longer use those rules and regulations to restrict the young people. Young boys and girls always get together to chat or compete with each other. It can be regarded as an alternative Valentine's Day.

Different from the common people, during the Spring Festival, the princes and ladies of the royal family would mostly invite their date in advance.

The hosts of this year's Spring Festival banquet will be Crown Prince Nangong Qing and Second Prince Nangong Zhe, and other princes and princesses will also attend.

Most of the princes would take this opportunity to win over the sons of civil and military officials in order to have a better chance of winning the battle for the throne. Those sons also had similar ideas and wanted to get to know the princes up close, to see who the family should stand behind and support, and to strive to become the next emperor's confidant and continue the family's wealth and glory.

Actually, a lot of things will happen on this day.

"I will be there on time tomorrow." Chang Qing nodded in response and lowered his eyes to read again.

In the evening, the Crown Prince and the Second Prince sent people to deliver an invitation to Chang Qing and said a lot of words to win his favor.

Regardless of whether the two people are sincere or not, at least the other party has put in enough effort to pretend.

Chun Heming, as the military advisor of the Xu family army, temporarily lived in the general's mansion. He looked at the names of Nangong Qing and Nangong Zhe on the two invitation letters again and again, and found that they were written by the crown prince and the second prince themselves. After a moment of silence, he threw them on the table.

The fan in his hand was fanning intermittently. The fan was completely blank, with only the word "Sadness" written in ink. It was so powerful and forceful that it seemed as if it would tear through the fan, and everything was sad.

"This is a hot potato. The two invitations are signed by different names. If you take one of the invitations, you will definitely offend the other person. If you don't go, even if the two of you don't say anything, I'm afraid they will be dissatisfied in their hearts. If there are some people around you who gossip about you, I'm afraid you will not get any good results."

He added: "Xu Jinhuan, let's find an excuse to return to the border and not care about the fight in the capital."

Chang Qing chuckled, "You know that's impossible. The Heavenly Officials and the Imperial Court are inseparable. I command a large number of troops. If I were placed at the border, I'm afraid the people above would be restless and suspect that I have evil intentions. The Saint would never allow this to happen."

"I only brought 3,000 elite soldiers with me when I came to the capital this time. Promising the fifth princess to me was just to appease me and see my attitude. Even if I wanted to stay out of it, I'm afraid I would have to get involved in these conspiracies."

"Heming, you always think things through, why do you keep saying this?"

Chun Heming raised his head slightly, slowly closed the fan in his hand, and frowned slightly, as if he was considering something.

A pair of blue shirts were gently moved by the wind, and his eyes first fell on Chang Qing beside him, and then slowly moved to the branches in the garden of the general's mansion. The green shade gathered the heat of early August. Birds flapped their wings and flew across the sky. The occasional cry of one or two birds disturbed the only rouge-colored light left in the sky. The twilight was like mud and sand suspended in a turbid stream, and gradually became silent.

"I don't know either. I just feel very uneasy. You know, for a cultivator like me, what I believe most is this kind of sudden and inexplicable intuition."

Chun Heming was aware of his own abnormality, but he just couldn't calm down.

"Xu Jinhuan, you should be more careful. I don't want to collect your body. You are only sixteen years old. You need to live well."

Chang Qing remained silent, but Chun Heming was a little angry. He stood up, his elegant and handsome face was a little gloomy, and he said in a cold voice:

"I know you don't like to play those little tricks. Since ancient times, how many young people who were dressed in fine clothes and rode horses and saw all the flowers in Chang'an in one day died at the hands of political schemes."

Chang Qing had no choice but to nod and agree.

On that spring morning, the bright sunlight poured down. Xu Jinhuan's skin was not rough at all. Even though he had been exposed to the wind and sun in the army for many years, it was still white and clean. He wore white clothes, which made him look even more refreshing and bright.

"Who says that those of us who go to the battlefield to kill the enemy are rough and uncouth? Look at the general, he is much more handsome than our military advisor."

The Lin brothers were practicing martial arts in the martial arts field. When they saw Chang Qing's appearance, they couldn't help but tease him. At the same time, they felt a little depressed. They were also training in the military camp under the sun every day, but how come the general became a lot whiter than before.

Lin Pingan and Lin Sui were not ugly. In fact, because they had been in the military camp for a long time, they looked fierce and manly.

Lin Ping'an jumped down from the martial arts stage and went out with Chang Qing.

When we got to the street, there were quite a few young students gathered together, wearing flower hairpins on their heads, looking elegant yet not too feminine, with musical instruments in their hands and singing tunes written by ancient people as they walked towards the outside of the city.

When they arrived at the western suburbs courtyard, someone was standing at the door checking the invitation. Chang Qing stood under a tree waiting for Shu Yi Jin, and casually picked a leaf and played with it in his palm.

Qingyang was dressed in gorgeous clothes, looking proud and unbridled, as well as very imposing. This was the scene that one saw when he glanced sideways.

The young man in white clothes was surrounded by extremely lush green trees. The sunlight poured down through the mottled and fragmented light and shadows. The young man stood under the tree, his eyes slightly lowered, and a green leaf was turning in his palm.

When Shu Yijin saw Chang Qing, he left the group of younger brothers behind him and walked over quickly.

"Xu Jinhuan, what a coincidence! I didn't expect to see you at the door."

"Unfortunately, I was waiting for you."

Shu Yijin was slightly startled and couldn't help but narrow his eyes and look at Chang Qing.

The man in front of him was no more than a young man, with a bit of unruly movements. His dark eyes sparkled like hidden stars in the bright light, tearing through the darkness in an instant. A gust of wind blew away the lush green leaves and the black kingdom. Only he, with a cold expression, was shaded under the lush green trees.

The two men walked towards the door. Perhaps Shu Yijin's reputation as a playboy was well-known throughout the capital, so the person checking the invitation letter did not stop him. He simply asked about Chang Qing's identity and let him in.

Qingyang watched this scene silently, and said to the people behind him: "Go check how Xu Jinhuan is related to Shu Yijin."

Although Shu Yijin is a dissolute young marquis, the power behind him is not small, including the entire Yong'an Marquisate and the Xilin aristocratic family.

"Princess, he is just a dandy boy. Why should you care too much about him? Yong'an Marquis' Mansion has always remained neutral. Even if they approach Xu Jinhuan, they will not side with the prince's party."

Faced with the confusion of people around him, Qingyang did not answer, but looked at his own red nails and chuckled.

A dandy?

What the capital city lacks the most is playboys. Whether they are real playboys or fake playboys, it doesn’t really matter to Qingyang.

Qingyang naturally knew that the prince had also sent an invitation letter to the general's mansion. She was still wondering from whose invitation the young general would accept, but she didn't expect that he would come in directly with Shu Yijin, the young marquis.

Does he also want to remain neutral? I'm afraid it's impossible. It is too simple to think that he can protect himself in the center of this vortex of jackals, tigers and leopards.

Qingyang drank a cup of tea and suddenly felt that it tasted good. Even his mood improved a little. However, this good mood only lasted until he saw Nangong Yunran.

Princess Qingyang actually doesn't have much feeling for this fifth sister.

Or to put it another way, she doesn't have much affection for her other sisters.

What's more, she was the only princess with a title, a princess mansion and a fiefdom in the capital. She was the only princess who was doted on and she didn't need to compete with other princesses at all.

But after weighing the pros and cons and whether or not to put herself in a difficult position, she chose to push Nangong Yunran out. But when she saw Xu Jinhuan, she suddenly felt that her original decision was a bit too hasty.

(3000 words are completed, and now I will start writing today's 4000 words. Princess Qingyang is not a female competitor, she is a sophisticated altruist. She will do everything she can to get what she wants, including not only love, but also money, power, etc.)