After rebirth, I remarried the domineering 9000-year-old

Fu Jiuli was holding Shen Nanxing, with Shen Ming following behind.

The three of them walked slowly all the way and it took them a whole night to return to the military camp where the North Vietnamese army was located.

Shen Ming felt numb as he watched Fu Jiuli carefully place the still sleeping woman on the bed and gently tuck in the quilt for her.

He had already said that he had a farm nearby, so why not go there and rest for a night? Fu Jiu couldn't leave.

The guards drove a carriage and asked them to take it back to the barracks, but Fu Jiuli refused.

Four sedan bearers brought a sedan and asked them to sit in it, but Fu Jiuli still refused and drove them away.

Even when he kindly suggested that he take a break and let him hold the baby for a while, he refused!

Anyway, I have to carry Nanxing back myself!

His future brother-in-law is as stubborn as ever...

Shen Ming shook his head and left the tent.

After a while, Fu Jiuli also lifted the curtain and walked out.

He glanced at Shen Ming who was standing beside him: "What's the matter?"

Shen Ming came up to him, looked at him, and said slowly: "I want to ask you, when do you plan to marry my sister?"

Fu Jiuli was stunned, as if she had never expected him to ask such a question.

After a moment of silence, he said: "Prime Minister, you should know my identity. I will never marry in this life..."

Shen Ming laughed angrily: "If that's the case, then I'll choose another good husband for my sister. Nine Thousand Years Old...you won't stop me, right?"

Fu Jiuli's eyes darkened, and after a moment she chuckled, "Of course not."

Shen Ming: “…”

If the aura around this person had not become noticeably weaker, he would have actually believed it!

Shen Ming smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Nine Thousand Years Old."

Fu Jiuli said expressionlessly, "It's okay."

Shen Ming flicked his sleeves and turned away.

Pretend! Let's see how long he can pretend!

However, just as he took a step, he was stopped by Fu Jiuli.

"Wait a moment."

Shen Ming smiled secretly in his heart and turned around with a dignified face: "Why? Nine Thousand Years Old, do you regret it?"

Fu Jiuli didn't comment, but asked, "Do you know the man wearing the ghost mask just now?"

"I heard you call him dad. He is... Shen Yuan?"

When Shen Ming mentioned this, he became serious. His face was solemn: "He looks exactly like my father, but he should not be my father."

Fu Jiuli frowned. "Since they look the same, why do you think that's not your father? Your father disappeared in the capital recently..."

Shen Ming took something out of his sleeve and handed it to Fu Jiuli: "I pulled this off him. Do you recognize it?"

Fu Jiuli took it and examined it carefully for a moment before saying, "Isn't this the Star Moon Pavilion Master's token?"

It seems this person isn't Master. Master is the leader of the Phoenix Guards, so there's no way he could be the Star Moon Pavilion Master! After all, Master and the Star Moon Pavilion Master have fought each other several times, so the possibility that they're the same person is zero.

But why is he wearing the same mask as his master? Is he related to his master in some way?

Since he is not the master, where has the master been all these years?

Also, if he was not the master, why did he deliberately miss the target many times during the fight between the two of them so as not to hurt him?

The reasons behind these things need to be carefully investigated.

Seeing that Fu Jiuli remained silent, Shen Ming continued, "It is well known that the Star Moon Pavilion Master is a highly skilled martial artist, and my father is not skilled in martial arts, so there is no way he could be this ghost-faced man."

"As for why he looks like my father, I still have no idea..."

Fu Jiuli thought for a moment and asked, "Is it possible that he's wearing a human skin mask?"

"Impossible." Shen Ming shook his head. "I've come into contact with many unconventional ways over the years. If he wore a human skin mask or changed his appearance, I would recognize him at a glance. There would be no mistake."

Seeing the doubt in Fu Jiuli's eyes, Shen Ming couldn't help but laugh: "For example, you were disguised as a soldier before, and I recognized you at a glance..."

Seeing Fu Jiuli's face darken instantly, Shen Ming coughed, stifling his laughter, and continued, "Anyway, I can confirm that the man with the ghost face today looks exactly like my father, without any disguise."

Fu Jiuli didn't argue with him: "Maybe that's your father. Has he been hiding his incompetence all these years?"

Shen Ming waved his hand: "Absolutely impossible! My father's physique is not suitable for martial arts training, and his brain is really not smart. It is absolutely impossible to fake it. If you don't believe me, you can ask my grandfather when you return to Beijing."

As he spoke, his voice slowed down and his brows furrowed more and more tightly. "But I don't believe that two people in the world who are not related by blood can look exactly the same. But my grandparents did have only one son, my father..."

“Could it be…?”

Shen Ming's face darkened: "Maybe my grandmother would know something..."