[Quick Transmigration] White-eyed Wolf Cultivation System

"Puppy, kowtow three times, and burn incense."

Pei Zhao stared at Xie Ci with those big and quiet eyes for a while, and did so without saying a word.

The smell of incense sticks spread out, the smoke wrapped around the spiritual seat and the white banner, and the sound of crying spirits became a misty one.After the worship, Pei Zhao followed Xie Ci and knelt down quietly, staring intently at the brazier where the paper money was burned.

Mrs. Pei passed away peacefully in her sleep last night, and the British government hung up the funeral in an orderly manner.Mrs. Pei Yu was the wife of Yipin, and her death at the age of 60 was regarded as a happy funeral, so there was an endless stream of people who came to express their condolences.

Huo Changsheng came back to Beijing secretly this time. The general guarding the border left his post without authorization. It was a crime of deceiving the king that he would lose his head.Huo Changsheng rushed back to Chang'an in a hurry, but Xie Ci had to wipe his ass for his recklessness. As soon as he returned to the city, he asked Lu Shaoyang to secretly deliver the news to the palace.

The only purpose of his trip was to take Pei Zhao away, but this child was the only descendant of the Duke of England, and Pei Qingnian was tied to his body as a veteran general of the Northwest Army. It was obviously not an easy task to bring him back to the border.

Xie Ci sat in the room not long before waiting for the emperor's secret decree, and quietly entered the palace in a carriage.He followed the servant into the imperial study, and met a middle-aged man at the door.

Purple official uniform, white face and beautiful beard, with an upright and gentle appearance, it is the left prime minister Baiji.

Xie Ci instinctively felt disgust from Huo Changsheng. Bai Ji is the representative figure of the lord and forces in the court. Huo Changsheng's many requests for increasing troops and food were all blocked by this king without any pain. When I came back, I absolutely hated him.

Zuo Prime Minister Boji and Dingbei Marquis Huo Changsheng are two major cancers of the imperial court. The former plays power to overshadow the sky, while the latter is arrogant and arrogant. However, Baiji is the emperor's confidant, while Huo Changsheng only makes the emperor feel afraid.

The eyes of the two fought back and forth in the air for several rounds, with polite and alienated smiles on their faces.

"Master Bai."

"Your Majesty, don't come here without any problems," Bai Ji was not surprised by his appearance, and stroked his beard with a smile, "Your Majesty has been waiting for you for a long time."

"My lord's remark offends me. There is no reason for a courtier to make you superior. My lord, please don't trap me in injustice."

"It's the humble minister who was delighted to see Lord Hou, and made a slip of the tongue for a moment. Don't blame Hou Ye, don't blame him."

Bai Ji smiled like a fox, Xie Ci looked like he was about to lose control of Huo Changsheng's violent temper, so he could only hold his nose and smile with a cheeky smile, and hurriedly said goodbye to him.

Agarwood was lingering in the imperial study room, Xie Ci walked in and saluted without looking sideways, before the salute was finished, the emperor helped him up.

"Well, you Changsheng, you haven't come back for so many years, and you are so estranged from your cousin when you come here?" The emperor said affectionately, but there was not much smile in his eyes.Huo Changsheng's mother is the emperor's cousin, and he and this noble cousin had grown up together for a period of time when they were young, but this little relationship has long been worn out, and it is only enough to maintain it A superficial knack that gives goosebumps.

The emperor was a man with a strong desire for control. Under the highly centralized rule, emphasizing civility and despising military power was a tradition handed down from the time when Gaozu "drinking wine and releasing military power" was the tradition that prevented them from being proud generals like them.In this dynasty, the military power in the hands of generals has been diluted almost, otherwise Huo Changsheng would not have been unable to raise money, food and elite soldiers, and because of this, he would not return to Chang'an for six years regardless of the emperor's suspicion.

For this Majesty, he will never feel at ease if he does not take all the military power into his hands. The Huo family army in the hands of Dingbeihou is his biggest thorn in the flesh.But the old Ding Beihou once served as a escort when he was young. He saved the life of the late emperor during the Eight Kings Rebellion. start.

Now that the Northwest Army has returned to the emperor's hands, there is only one demented child left in the British line.He had intentionally leaked the news that he had sent the British son and son to Sidi as a hostage. Huo Changsheng would never ignore this nephew no matter what, and sure enough, he rushed back without hesitation.

The emperor finally grasped the gate of life to control the Huo family army contentedly, and now facing his cousin's face, he didn't itch his teeth as much as he did in the past few years.

Xie Ci lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "Courtesy cannot be discarded, Your Majesty."

The emperor is in a good mood, and feels that today's dinner can add an extra bowl of rice.

***

After the death of his grandmother, the British father and son were too sad to be sick. Since then, they have said that they are sick at home and live in seclusion.

After Mrs. Pei's first seven days, Xie Ci took Pei Zhao on the way back to the north.

Pei Zhao showed an unexpected calmness, or no reaction, to the matter of leaving home. After all, he couldn’t express his emotions to a child who couldn’t make crying or laughing expressions. too much.

It's just that on the day he left Chang'an, he looked back silently.That glance was a bit long, and Pei Zhao grabbed the window frame of the carriage until the east gate disappeared from his sight.

At that time, neither Xie Ci nor Pei Zhao knew that this was the last time he saw Chang'an.

Xie Ci It took them less than half a month to come to Chang'an, but they brought a 13-year-old child with them when they returned. The marching efficiency was much lower, and it took more than a month to return to northern Xinjiang.

Xie Cichuan was already on his way south when he came here, so this was the first time he saw Huo Changsheng's army.They were stationed in a small border town called Yucheng, and shirtless and dark-skinned soldiers were running around the city wall by the dry moat for training.

"General!"

Seeing Xie Ci's group who were riding their horses back to the city, hundreds of young men stopped and roared in unison. The sound was so loud that Pei Zhao's horse from Chang'an pawed the ground uneasily.The dry and strong sunlight in the afternoon made their rough skin reflect light, and the sweat formed a thin layer of white salt crust on the back of the chest. Everyone's face was full of rough vitality.These are his soldiers, the first line of defense to protect the territory, and the real Great Wall of the border.

Xie Ci reined in the reins, feeling a little fond of this shabby little town.

He took Pei Zhao back to the city guard's mansion and settled him down, and immediately rushed to the camp outside the city without stopping.The Huo family army has 3 soldiers, and there is no room for so many soldiers in the small town, so most of them are stationed in the big camp one mile away. Even Huo Changsheng basically sleeps in the barracks on weekdays. On the contrary, the city guard's mansion has been vacant for many years.

Huo Changsheng left for almost two months on this trip, and all the general affairs in the army were handed over to the staff and lieutenants who stayed behind, but there were still a lot of things waiting for him to come back to decide, and even thinking about it gave him a headache.

It was dinner time when Xie Ci came to the camp. The camp was filled with the smell of cooking smoke, food, smelly sweat, horse manure and sand. Huo Changsheng's mood once again affected his mood. Xie Ci felt happy and comfortable. Unknowingly, a smile formed on the corner of his mouth.

Then he walked past a military tent, lifted the door curtain and walked out alone, his thankful smile froze on his face.

When the man came out, he was talking to the person behind him, and when he looked back and saw him, he was slightly taken aback, "General."

As he spoke, his eyes would subconsciously narrow a little bit, and the small vermilion mole next to his left eye moved slightly following the texture of his skin.

Xie Ci froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, his hands and feet were numb and cold, but his heart was abnormally hot.There was a rumble in his mind, and none of the perfect responses he had trained to face all kinds of emergencies for so many years were useless here and now.

His consciousness traveled through hundreds of years of dark confinement, and went back to those blurred memories——

"Live."

"Live well, Rong Zheng."

His brows and eyes became more and more clear, always tired eyes, mocking smile, pale skin, and the burning cinnabar mole at the corner of his left eye.

"Ah Jiu..."

Xie Ci heard his own voice tremble.

***

The man squinted at him slightly, "Old Huo?"

Xie Ci suddenly withdrew from the mess of memories, and only then did he realize that the person in front of him didn't look much like Ah Jiu except for his eyebrows and eyes.This is a young man with the appearance of a scholar, somewhat morbidly pale, tall and thin, with thin and slightly sunken cheeks, wearing an old long gown that has been washed white.

The host's memory was poured into the brain by the system, and Xie Ci slowly recognized that the sick man in front of him was Huo Changsheng's military advisor, Ke Ningyu. He looked about thirty years old, but his temples were dotted with stars. ——Ke Ningyu once blocked the arrow for Huo Changsheng, and the root cause of the disease was left in his lungs, so his health has always been poor.He has a very high reputation in the army, second only to the head coach, and is Huo Changsheng's most trusted right-hand man.

That's right, Xie Ci still remembers how Jiuyi died, whether it happened to look a little bit like a star or a reincarnation, that Jiuyi was already dead.

He gave a wry smile from the bottom of his heart, and couldn't tell whether it was loss or something, but his thinking had returned to normal operation, and he nodded slightly at Ko Ningyu with his usual expression, and said, "Mr. Ke, are you in good health?"

Ke Ningyu put down the door curtain and came out, frowned and scanned him up and down, then snorted coldly, "I can't die, go to the dining hall?"

Xie Ci touched his nose and followed up honestly.

Huo Changsheng received strong opposition from his military advisor two months ago before returning to Chang'an, and the two finally broke up. The resignation did not want to offend a smart confidant at all—from his experience of being betrayed several times. out.

Well, it cannot be ruled out that the tone of this person's voice is so familiar that he misses it too much.

Cooperating with Ke Ningyu's pace, the two slowly walked side by side.

Ke Ningyu asked with an unfriendly expression, "Did the Pei family bring it?"

Xie Ci nodded and admitted, "Place it in the city guard's mansion."

Ke Ningyu paced slowly, and clicked his tongue: "Since the deal is done, it is useless for me to say more. Besides the tiger charm, what other conditions have you agreed to His Majesty?"

"Ahem, what, that's it." Xie Ci was a little guilty, but still told the truth, "The imperial decree and the supervising army are already on their way."

Rao Ke Ningyu had expected this result earlier, but he still let out a sneer when he was angry, "Yo, then we will be as virtuous as the Northwest Army from now on?"

"That's still different," Xie Ci carefully persuaded, "At least these are still my soldiers, unlike the Northwest Army, Lao Pei didn't even figure out how many lieutenants he had under his command before..."

This scholar-like military adviser cursed with a livid face: "Shit! No money and no food, that's all. In the future, when barbarians come to fight the autumn wind, don't we have to ask civil officials who don't understand even when we send troops to mobilize? What the hell? Fight ass!"

Xie Ci was a little shocked by this poor scholar who was unusually down-to-earth and full of smoke and fire, and wisely chose to remain silent amidst a series of swearing.

The military division walked towards the dining hall cursing, Xie Ci listened silently, and finally confirmed that this guy had nothing to do with the Jiuyi half-dime he knew.

That old ancestor was so noble and glamorous that he ate cranes and drank morning dew, and he was unwilling to let the feet of his robes be stained with dirt when he was at his worst—it didn’t count when he chopped off his head, after all, he didn’t even know it at that time ——It's completely different from the white-faced scholar in front of him who keeps his hands behind his back and talks about the reincarnation of the five grains without changing his face.

Ke Ningyu scolded and stopped suddenly in front of the dining hall, stopped in her footsteps, and said with a strange expression: "Old Huo, why do you, cough, know my nickname?"

Xie Ci did not respond for a while, "What?"

The military division's face was so smelly, he squeezed out two words between his teeth: "Ah, Jiu."

Xie Ci froze for a moment.

He couldn't hear any sound for a split second, and the picture in front of him was Jiuyi's bloody and dry head held in his arms, those beautiful eyes staring at the sky blankly; Suddenly, Ah Jiu turned into golden fragments in his arms; all of a sudden, that snow-white sharp bone sword pierced into his heart...

He thought that after hundreds of years, he should have forgotten everything.

Time seems to have passed for a long, long time, or maybe it was just a moment, when the sharp and piercing siren of the system made his head ache, and Xie Ci groaned in pain and covered his head.

Ke Ningyu was startled, and quickly reached out to help him, "Old Huo, what's wrong with you?"

Xie Ci brushed his hand away without a trace, took a deep breath to suppress the nausea caused by the headache, stumbled back a few steps, shook his head and said, "I, I won't eat here, puppy... Pei Zhao just arrived, we'll wait Go back to the city in a while."

Ke Ningyu looked at his unsteady back, and his expression was gloomy for a moment, but he froze immediately, as if he didn't understand why, and finally only looked at the figure of the general walking away, worried He said, "Don't call me by that name in the future, do you hear me?"

The general seemed to stagger for a moment, and waved his back to express his understanding, with an inexplicable exhaustion from his back.

Ke Ningyu frowned, and walked into the dining hall thoughtfully.

***

【Who is he? 】

[The supporting role of this world, the host. 】

[...He has something to do with Jiuyi, doesn't he? 】

【No. 】

【fart. 】

【Host, you have to understand that reincarnation does not exist in the mission world. 】

[But didn't you say that they all exist for real?You yourself are still in the Department of Reincarnation of the Underworld. 】

[Thanks, each world is systematically and carefully selected to ensure that the characters in each world will not have any connection with other worlds, in order to avoid this situation. 】

【what's the situation? ] Xie Ci clearly knew the answer, but he just wanted to ask it out of his mouth.

The system seemed to sigh vaguely, Xie Ci didn't know if it was his own illusion, [The situation of obsession with people and things in the mission world, Xie Ci. 】

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It’s like this, I haven’t written for a long time, it’s too difficult, no matter how I write it, it’s not so painful, and the constipation is not so painful, so the author decided to let himself go, overthrow the original plot of this world, and start to unfold within the rationality of the outline...

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