There's something wrong with the general.

Xi'er, the northern nomadic tribes have invaded our borders. His Majesty has ordered me to rush to the border to quell the conflict. I'm deeply sorry I can't say goodbye to you in person. I will return to Beijing as soon as the border situation is resolved. Please take good care of yourself during your stay. I'll apologize to you in person upon my return.

It turned out that he was sent out.

It seems his worries have come true.

You haven't cared about him for so many years, why send him out now?

But what can a sickly person like him do?

Are you going to be cannon fodder to gamble for cannonballs?

Wen Yuxi clenched the letter tightly in both hands, his eyes filled with anger.

Damn this dog emperor, isn’t this pushing people into a desperate situation?

Damn imperialism.

Wen Yuxi gritted his teeth, wishing he could let the old emperor have a taste of that too.

In the letter, Wen Qianyi did not mention a word about the possible dangers.

But no matter how stupid he was, he knew that the road ahead was extremely difficult.

Wen Qianyi has made so many enemies in the past. What should he do if he encounters an assassin on the march?

Wen Yuxi's heart suddenly tightened.

What if this was the old emperor's plan?

Just let him go and never come back?

Wen Yu's brows were furrowed into knots, and he was extremely anxious.

Although he trusted Wen Qianyi's strategy very much, in the face of absolute power, everything was empty talk.

No, he needs to think of a plan.

On the carriage.

Wen Qianyi lifted a corner of the car curtain and looked back at the capital city which was getting farther and farther away.

I couldn't help but think of the scene when I saw Wen Yuxi at the city gate just now.

He didn't expect Xier to come back so quickly.

I originally wanted to avoid him, but I didn't expect to bump into him directly.

He lifted the car curtain and looked out, and happened to see his face with a slightly frown and an impatient expression.

I was impatient in the past, and I am still impatient now.

Wen Qianyi shook his head helplessly.

After a while, when he sees the letter on the table, he will naturally understand.

"General, do you regret not meeting the young marquis? I don't know how long it will take for him to return after quelling the war."

Wen Qianyi's eyes flickered slightly, and he lowered his head to look at the tea on the table swaying with the carriage, and remained silent for a long time.

The subordinate shrank his neck and dared not speak again.

"You're really asking for trouble," another person reminded in a low voice.

The subordinate said aggrievedly: "I just wanted to comfort the general. I felt that he was in a bad mood."

"Just shut up. The general will figure it out."

"Humph, it's really annoying to have you teach me how to do things."

"I'm too lazy to care about you, so that you won't get me into trouble one day."

The two of them sat in the front room and argued for a while, then remained silent, equally angry.

Wen Qianyi rubbed his eyebrows, leaned sideways in the car and closed his eyes to rest.

This will take another three days.

.........

Wen Yuxi finished reading the letter left by Wen Qianyi.

Simply furious.

We can't kill that dog emperor.

Besides, he is not an unforgivable emperor.

He still needs to govern this country.

Wen Yuxi was just hot-headed and complained a little.

But he was really angry.

He knew that the old emperor was suspicious by nature and was very wary of military families.

But he didn't understand.

My father is dead.

I am a hopeless case.

My eldest brother is also a useless person.

Why torture them like this?

To the old emperor, they posed no threat at all.

Could it be that his brother has many followers in the army and the old emperor is afraid that he will usurp the throne?

Not really.

The name is not justified.

From ancient times to the present, there have been very few successful rebellions.

This is not a war-torn era where people are suffering and the country is in chaos.

The probability of a successful rebellion is almost zero.

Then why was the old emperor so wary?

Could it be that the old emperor knew that someone from the Wen family would seize power and become emperor?

Wen Yuxi's head was shaking like a top, how could that be possible?

If we talk about the people who successfully rebelled in ancient times, it was the emperor's son.

Could it be that his elder brother is the emperor's son?

But if he is the emperor's son, is it necessary to be so cruel?

Damn, this emperor’s mind is really hard to guess.

By the way, are Wen Qianyi and he really related by blood?

Wen Yuxi scratched his head in annoyance.

If my elder brother knew about this, he would be very sad.

But then again.

If Wen Yuxi was really the real Wen Yuxi before he was 8 years old, then where did the soul of the original "Wen Yuxi" come from?

After the fusion of souls, some memories before the age of eight appeared in Wen Yuxi's head.

As if he had really experienced it.

This made Wen Yuxi 90% sure that he was the real Wen Yuxi.

In my memories before I was eight years old.

He was indeed very close to Wen Qianyi because his mother died of complications during childbirth.

Since his father was not at home most of the time, Wen Qianyi took over his younger brother's daily life.

He is very dependent on Wen Qianyi.

This also made Wen Yuxi suddenly understand why he felt familiar with Wen Qianyi when he first came to this other world.

His father also loved his two brothers very much.

Wen Yuxi shook his head violently, thinking that he was really crazy to think that Wen Qianyi had no blood relationship with him.

This is probably an intuition.

No, there is still a chance to explore.

Wen Yuxi thought again and again, and decided that whoever wanted to stay in the capital could stay there.

It would be better for him to leave Beijing and leave the house to the care of the housekeeper and Tiehan.

Wen Yuxi's eyes rolled.

If you don’t leave now, wait until later.

He put the letter Wen Qianyi wrote to him in his arms.

He also left a letter in his own handwriting.

This way, if the people in the mansion can't find him, they will have peace of mind after seeing this letter.

It would be great if we could find spiritual energy this time.

Wen Yuxi thought happily.

Now that I have magical powers, although I won’t use them easily, they can still come in handy when my life is at stake.

Wen Yuxi did not go out through the main gate, but climbed over the wall of his brother's courtyard and reached the street.

Before leaving, he needs to arrange everything properly.

"Oh, isn't this the young marquis? How did you manage to climb up the wall of your own house? You didn't go through the main gate, but jumped down from the wall instead. You really don't follow the usual path."

There was a lot of sarcasm in his words.

Wen Yuxi held his forehead.

When I was about to jump, I clearly didn't see anyone coming.

This is such bad luck.

Of course, it’s not like climbing over someone else’s wall, so there’s nothing shameful about it.

Wen Yuxi instantly became righteous and confident.

He straightened his back and slowly dusted himself off.

He turned around and smiled.

When the eyes see the person behind him.

I couldn't help but stand still.

I go.

What a ghost in broad daylight.

Wen Yuxi took two steps back spinelessly.

He asked cautiously, "Brother Cui...are you back safely?"

Young Master Cui was puzzled. "What do you mean by 'returning safely'? Wen Yuxi, what nonsense are you talking about? I'm fine, aren't I? My brothers invited me to Cuiwei Pavilion for a small gathering. Do you want to go?"

what's the situation?

Wen Yuxi's eyelids twitched suddenly.

Is this amnesia?

Wen Yuxi took two steps closer to him and asked softly, "Brother Cui, do you still remember when we were little? You made me promise that if you died before me, I would burn paper money for you every Qingming Festival. You didn't want to live a hard life over there.

Mr. Cui frowned. "It was just a childhood joke. Are you saying this now to wish me an early death? Well, Wen Yuxi, how can you be so cruel? I even lent you money last time."

Wen Yuxi looked wronged and stood up for himself: "Brother Cui, what are you talking about? I want to tell you this. If anything happens to me, don't forget to burn more paper money for me. I don't mean to curse you."

After hearing this, Mr. Cui San still frowned.

"What nonsense are you talking about in broad daylight? What's the point of talking about death? You are such a scourge, you must live forever."

Wen Yuxi smiled playfully.

"Oh, thank you so much, Brother Cui, for your kind words."

Mr. Cui San sneered and said harshly: "Get out."

How could Wen Yuxi just leave so easily if he didn't understand the situation?

He put his hand on Mr. Cui San's shoulder with a smile.

The two brothers walked and chatted like brothers.

"Brother Cui, haven't you been out these past two days? You've been in the capital the whole time? Don't you know that I went to Putuo Temple two days ago? I just came back and I met you. What a fate."

"Where could I go? I got drunk at Xunfang Pavilion two days ago and stayed there. The next morning, I was lying down at home. Maybe someone sent me back. Luckily, my father didn't find out. If he knew I was fooling around, he would have skinned me alive."

"Your father was indeed too harsh on Brother Cui."

"That's right, my dad never treats me well, so I'd better come out and have some peace and quiet."

When Mr. Cui San talked about his father, his face looked a little depressed.

"Just now you said you went to Putuo Temple. Was it fun?"

Wen Yuxi waved his hand: "Don't mention it. There is a noble person in the temple. The mountain is closed. I didn't see it. I will go there when I have the chance."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Cui San gloated, "You're so unlucky."

Wen Yuxi rolled his eyes and thought: Yes, otherwise how could I meet you, old man.

After Wen Yuxi's indirect hints.

It was discovered that in Mr. Cui San's memory, he did not go to the Shenglong Mountain Altar.

I have completely forgotten what happened that night.

His expression doesn't seem fake.

How strange.

That night on the mountain, it was clearly him.

In other words, he must have gone up the mountain.

But after the battle between the four immortal cultivators, he disappeared.

Who saved him?

Wen Yuxi could not feel any fluctuation of spiritual power from him, so he was indeed a mortal.

What exactly is the crux of the problem?

"Wen Yuxi, what are you thinking about? Why are you so absorbed? I was just joking, not trying to make fun of you."

Master Cui San thought he was angry and explained in a panic.

Wen Yuxi smiled and tapped his head: "Brother Cui, am I such a stingy person? I just thought of something and got distracted. Brother Cui, don't you still have an appointment? I won't bother you anymore."

"I'm inviting you, but you don't want to go?" Mr. Cui San frowned, feeling a little unhappy.

Wen Yuxi quickly shook his head and said solemnly, "No, no, I came out today because I have something important to do. Otherwise, I would have accompanied Brother Cui for a few drinks. I really can't spare the time today. Let's get together another day. You must come then."

Mr. Cui San was a little unhappy: "Well, I'll leave first, and we'll meet again another day."

Looking at his receding back, Wen Yuxi felt a little uneasy.

Damn, is this a supernatural event?

He was just thinking about going to his house to inquire about him.

I didn't expect to bump into him so soon.

He looked no different than before, with no recollection of what happened that night.

How was he rescued and how did he get back?

It doesn't look like it's possessed by evil spirits.

I don’t understand.

It seems I need to go back and ask the spirit of the weapon.

After this incident, Wen Yuxi did not delay any longer and hurried to the restaurant he opened.