My dad's lieutenant seems to be a time traveler

fourteen,

I, Cao Shiyue, my first ambition right now is to change my fate against the sky, increase my lifespan, and die later.

Of course, it’s better to be able to, um, um, immortality, right?

To make a wish directly like this, the errand is too big, and the work is not easy to organize, and there is definitely no fairy or monster who is willing to do it for me.

What's more, I don't know other gods and ghosts. Now I only know Zhang Wensheng who knows the time travel technique. He knows the past and the future.

Although he didn't agree to me when I begged, but I think he didn't refuse me either.

In short, it's still a joke.

Besides, such a thing of keeping people alive is a struggle with the sky, which is very laborious, I understand.I don't really believe that he responded directly with his mouth full of flamboyance.

As the saying goes, the higher the immortal position, the bigger the shelf. This principle is common to the three realms.

If he wants me to look around and petition three times, then it will be true.

I want to burn high incense in front of Da Luo Zhenxian. Since there is still a show, he is a high incense, I will work hard every day to add firewood and fan the fire to keep him hot.

When I got back, I did what I said, and started right away.

At the beginning, it was just sending food and drink every day.

After Zhang Wensheng became the director of camp affairs, he usually stayed in the camp and didn't often stay at my house.According to the legend of Xiaobing, he was busy with official duties, and he had to write more than 2000 words of instruction and reply every day, and his wrist hurt when he wrote.My father doesn't want to take care of all the chores, even replying a letter to a student's old friend, this kind of thing is left to him.He is not only a secretary, but also an adjutant, and also in charge of the military and political affairs of each battalion, often staying up all night.

Hearing that this living god, Adjutant Zhang, doesn't sleep at night, I kicked up Shen Weiren, who is not a living god, and told him to deliver eggs to my brother Sheng in the middle of the night.

Shen Weiren's eyes were bloodshot, he hugged the quilt and curled up on the kang, his unkempt face looked like a lunatic, and he wailed to me about my ancestors, didn't you like the number one white elephant?Why did she suddenly change her sexuality and fall in love with this troublesome man who fell from the sky?

I'm talking nonsense, who likes white elephants.I'm called seeing the real Buddha for a long time, and I finally know which kind of incense to burn next.

Shen Weiren pondered for a while, showing a troubled expression of "what you said makes sense", and said to me: I heard that the young marshal didn't even want Ms. Tong, so he just liked him.The commander-in-chief was not happy, and said that he planned to send him to suppress the bandits outside Weizi, Pei County.

Is this kind of news spread faster than the real thing? I felt my heart was so angry that I raised my foot and made a gesture to kick him, pressing him and saying: Are you my man or my father's man?Don't even ask you to send an egg!

Shen Weiren was very distressed, scratched his head desperately, and twisted his hair that had been oiled all year round into strands, and persuaded me mournfully: "In the middle of the night, anyone who eats eggs will choke to death."Young commander, why don't you give me a cake.Rice noodles with sweet-scented osmanthus, the kind that melts in the mouth, yesterday the cook made it and you said it was delicious.

I thought about it, so I ordered him to get up and wash up, and then go to the cook with me later.

The cake was made in a hurry, the cook wanted to flatter me, and the sweet-scented osmanthus added two spoonfuls for him.I thought about it, in order to keep it secret, but also to go straight to the point, I wrote a special note to Zhang Wensheng, put it in a small bamboo tube, and inserted it into a rice noodle cake.

The note said: Don't forget to answer me.

The purpose is to make him eat my mouth softly. For such a big matter that concerns the future of life, you can't just eat cakes without follow-up.

Then he ordered Shen Weiren to send it quickly, expecting him to have a meal with strong tea in the middle of the night.

Before the middle of the night, Shen Weiren galloped back on his horse, dying, brought back the food box, and told me: Adjutant Zhang said he doesn't like cakes.

I said: Then go ask him what he likes to eat, and I will ask the cook to cook it for him.

Shen Weiren's face turned pale, he staggered, and pleaded: "Young Marshal, next time I see you, it will be more intimate for you to ask him yourself."I'm going to run again, and it will be dawn.

What he said was indeed true, but this piece of Wen Sheng rejected me, which made me unhappy.I was anxious for a while, I didn't feel sleepy, and I didn't want to sleep, so I said in a fit of anger: He didn't eat it, I ate it myself.

After taking over the food box to check, it turned out that this thing had been opened.I lifted the lid and found that the rice cake stuffed with the note had been broken open, and the bamboo tube containing the writing paper was put aside.

I quickly took out the note and read it, and found that there were words on the back.It turned out that the person surnamed Zhang actually wrote a receipt behind my note.

Said: Copy your scriptures honestly.