The dead general was kidnapped by his husband and taken to farm.

A cold wind blew in the yard at some point, the sky was dotted with stars, and the moonlight shone softly everywhere.

Jiang Shian had slept for a while before. It was not difficult for him to sleep, but maybe it was because of the sleeping-inducing ingredients added to the medicine he took. While chatting, he tilted his head and fell asleep on the bedding behind him.

Seeing the head of the person on the bed tilted to one side and not saying anything, Ji Yinghuai also stopped talking.

He stood up from the stool and glanced at the bed in the light of the oil lamp on the table next to him.

The young man had fallen asleep with his eyes closed, but the hair on his forehead and cheeks were wet and stuck to the sides of his face. He reached out and gathered the hair that was sticking to Jiang Shian's cheek and tucked it behind his ear.

Then he went out to fetch some water and wiped the sweat off Jiang Shian's face.

His movements were gentle. Jiang Shian was sleeping soundly and except for an occasional hum or two, he didn't wake up.

Ji Yinghuai paused holding the handkerchief, and his eyes fell on Jiang Shian's face with gentleness and concentration. He knew that the boy was tough and stubborn, but he didn't expect him to be so stubborn.

The medicine was effective when he first drank it, but after an hour or so, the effect gradually faded. He clearly saw Jiang Shian's furrowed brows and his clenched fingers while he spoke. He was clearly enduring the pain, but he didn't say a word.

From the time I was injured to the time I applied the medicine, except for a few groans of pain when applying the medicine, every time he asked, I answered that I was fine and felt much better.

How could a broken bone not hurt? I had been trying to hold back and not show my weak side in front of him. Perhaps I had already gotten used to bearing it all by myself.

Anyway, no matter which one it was, it made him feel a little depressed.

Ji Yinghuai just sat by the bed and quietly watched the silhouette of the person on the bed. His eyes flickered, and his face was expressionless, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

The person sitting beside the bed didn't move and had no intention of returning to the room.

After a while, the sound of sparse clothes rubbing against each other was finally heard.

Ji Yinghuai stood up and didn't plan to go back to the room to rest. He pulled the quilt for Jiang Shian and carefully checked his arm to make sure it was not crushed.

Then he looked at the half-empty bed and lay down on it with his clothes on.

I don't know when the oil lamp in the room went out, and the room was plunged into complete darkness.

Jiang Shian did not sleep well that night. In the second half of the night, the occasional swelling and pain in his arms made it impossible for him to fall asleep. He was awakened by the pain just as he closed his eyes.

There was another person's breathing beside him. Jiang Shian was a little surprised when he opened his eyes. Ji Yinghuai didn't go back to the room and stayed here with him. Thinking of the last time he caught a cold and had a fever, the man took care of him all night.

The thought of asking the man to go back to his room and sleep faded away. After all, they were both men, and nothing would really happen. She used her intact hand to pull up a corner of the quilt and cover Ji Yinghuai.

Almost as soon as he put the quilt on Ji Yinghuai, Ji Yinghuai woke up, "Yeah, you're awake, are you in pain? Do you want some water?"

The man who just woke up had a hoarse voice. Jiang Shian shook his head, and then thought that Ji Yinghuai couldn't see. He cleared his throat and said, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt much, I don't want to drink water."

The two men were leaning against the mattress behind them, almost half sitting.

Ji Yinghuai moved and lay on his side facing him. Although the bed was wide, it could accommodate two adult men after all. In this way, the distance between them was shortened a lot.

Jiang Shian's attention was completely focused on his arm at the moment, and he didn't notice that if he moved a little further forward, his lips would fall on the corner of the man's lips.

"Why did you fall asleep here? Go back to your room and rest. I'm fine." It was late at night and Jiang Shian didn't know what to talk about, so he just said something to divert attention.

Ji Yinghuai didn't move. Neither of them could see each other's face in the dark room, but he could feel that Jiang Shian's breathing was much heavier than usual, and he guessed that he was in pain.

The corners of his lips were tense, and his hands were groping on the quilt. When he touched Jiang Shian's fingers, he directly grasped the boy's hand in his palm and played with it.

Jiang Shian was about to pull it back, but before he could move, he heard Ji Yinghuai suddenly say, "Shian, let me tell you something about my past!"

"Oh, okay." Jiang Shian nodded subconsciously, and forgot how to break free, allowing the man to hold his hand.

Ji Yinghuai laughed in his heart and spoke slowly, "I followed my father to the military camp for training when I was just 14 years old. My father particularly disliked me and felt that I didn't have any trace of him. I had a smooth life without any hardship and no revenge. I was the kind of person he looked down upon the most. He felt that I was not motivated and was afraid that in two years I would be addicted to eating, drinking and having fun like others and ruin the reputation of the mansion, so he threw me to the military camp."

When talking about these things again, Ji Yinghuai's emotions no longer fluctuated much.

Jiang Shian was thinking in his heart that fourteen years old was also the age of a junior high school student in modern times. Although he had never been in a military camp, the novels and TV dramas he had read told him that it was not an easy place to stay.

The training was tough. If you were to fight in the battlefield, getting injured was a minor matter. You could die at any time.

Ji Yinghuai was not a stupid person. He was born intelligent and entered the Imperial Academy at an early age. He could recite the texts taught by the teacher in class after reading them once.

The smart boy that other people said had a bright future, but to his father he was naughty and only cared about enjoying himself.

My father is a great general who is respected and admired by everyone in the capital. It is reasonable for others to worship him as much as possible, because he is their own father.

He had this idea when he was young, but two years later he went to the military camp to gain experience. Unexpectedly, he was thrown into the military camp while his father kept belittling him and saying: How could you have such a son?

When he first arrived at the military camp, he felt out of tune with everything around him. No one in the camp looked up to him. His aura and appearance did not seem like someone who could endure hardship. Everyone advised him to go back to being a scholar and not suffer anymore.

A person without any background or ability can only start from the lowest level as a soldier. In addition to training every day, he will be ordered by veteran soldiers to fetch water and do various trivial tasks. If he doesn't do it, he will be beaten. He can't bear this humiliation if he does it.

Therefore, after each resistance, he would go to the mountains to find herbs to apply to his wounds when he was not training.

Originally, if he had told them his identity, these people would not dare to treat him like this, and they would have to respectfully address him as Major General. But he didn't want to, and the contemptuous look made him feel even more aggrieved. He just wanted to beat these people to the ground with his own hands until they could no longer bully him.

After training day after day, the calluses on his hands were worn out and new ones grew back. The calluses on his gun began to grow thicker. In the competition arena, he was finally able to knock down those who once looked down on him.

As the cheers from all around rang out, he looked towards a certain place on the podium, but was still disappointed. There was no sign of relief or happiness at all. Instead, the frown seemed to indicate that he did not agree with his actions.

When the enemy attacked again, he led a small team to raid the enemy's food supplies. With the advantage, they won a great victory.

When the rewards were given out that night, he finally got the high-ranking father to look at him.

I thought he would say a few words of encouragement and comfort, but he said the same thing as before, "You are lucky this time. Your Kung Fu is still too poor. You almost got others hurt."

Gradually, he lost that little hope. Death on the battlefield only takes a moment. He stepped on the corpses of the enemy soldiers, dug out the wounded and rotten flesh, and then received treatment when he was injured again.

He finally grew up to be as tall as his father, and rose from an unknown soldier to the leader of the vanguard army.