My dad's lieutenant seems to be a time traveler

one,

I am Cao Shiyue, it is impossible for you not to have heard of my name.

The popular character in the long serials of various newspapers and monthly magazines is the iron-blooded ruthless Marshal Leng and the eldest son of Jiangsu Warlord.

There are different opinions about what I look like.I have read a novel about how I played majesticly in the city of Jinling, embracing left and right—in order to snatch a singing girl and compete with others, I brought in a wagon of soldiers, all of them loaded with bullets, and set up cannons at Pukou, Claiming to bombard the Yangtze River and suppress Nanjing City.

What a heartbreak.

But I haven't even been to Nanjing yet.

My dad, Cao Yu, Marshal Cao, the governor of Jiangsu, has been there.Once upon a time, in the city of Jinling, there were bees and butterflies dancing and majestic.In order to grab a girl who sings an opera, she bets on Pai Gow with others.Unexpectedly, he couldn't push Pai Gow, so he played tricks, brought in a wagon of soldiers, laid out a hundred and ten Manlixias, loaded with live ammunition, and showed off to others that he still had cannons in Pukou.

... There are real things, and there are people like this, but unfortunately it's not me.But, who cares, the novelist doesn't care, and is not afraid to write bald for a ruthless young talent like me.

The reason why I am so famous is that I led the army to suppress the bandits, personally shot and killed the local tyrant, the former Qing Dynasty veteran Tong, for the sake of the country and the people, except for one big harm.The news was published in the newspapers for several days, and in July and August, it is said that there are already popular novels in Jinling City that use me, Young Marshal Cao, as the protagonist, and tell about all kinds of things about me hunting for beauty and being a hero.

Anyway, no one cared if I did it or not.

Old man Tong was not killed by me, Cao Shiyue, so no one cares about it.It would be better for me to issue a military order to execute him. You can imagine how I, Mr. Cao, look young and youthful—with a heroic spirit, and of course a chivalrous face.

In short, young, with hot hands, good looks, and a natural novelist.

This person's surname is Cao, Han, and Gu, it's fine, it's not bad, if it's my father's son, it's better, it's more suitable to be published in the newspaper.

The only thing is, he can't be ugly.

My dad said: We can't control people's scribbling. Fortunately, your boy is just like this.

two,

When he said this, there were two tailors waiting around him, tailoring new clothes for him.

On the auspicious day in early September, he will marry me a new mother.

It is definitely not a good thing to have no mother, and it is not a good thing to have a lot of mothers!This old man not only asked me to bear the blood debt of killing him, but he wanted to marry his concubine again and again before I married a wife.

I'm already very upset. I haven't answered his words at all for more than a month.But he didn't take it seriously, and wanted to run on me in front of outsiders.

I ignored him, and he started talking to the tailor, saying that I'm not good enough as a goose, and he hasn't married a wife yet.

My father said: I have already sent a small portrait of my son to all my peers, hoping to find a good wife for him among their daughters.I sent it out last year and haven't received a reply for more than a year.President Yuan Da has more than a dozen daughters, none of whom are willing to marry him.

The tailors were so obedient, they all interjected, "Young commander is a good-looking man, why don't we find a good girl in Tongshan to have a baby."

My dad said again: Why haven't I looked for him, the girl thinks he is too tender, so don't marry him.I would rather choose a big soldier than marry him.

Wait a moment!The old man smashed it!Not so!If you don't marry, you don't marry, why have you added so many details?

The tailor flattered me, saying that I am a man and a woman, and that I am rich and powerful.

My dad is addicted to acting, so he continued to make up with his stomach full.He said my son Shiyue, although he looks good, has a bad temper.Later, when he got angry, he slammed the girl's grandfather——slap!

He made a gesture to shoot, and I almost choked to death on the tea beside me.The two tailors were locals, and immediately thought of the Tong family's matter, they were so horrified that they bowed their heads and dropped their hands and stepped aside, silent like a cicada.

My dad beckoned and said that there is nothing to be afraid of, and that you will not be shot after the clothes are sewn.

I dropped the tea bowl, stood up and was about to leave, when I heard the old man talking behind me again.

He told me, "Don't worry, you should also measure up and make more new ones. When the time comes, your fifth mother will serve you tea, and your uncles and uncles will also come to congratulate you."Now you can count on the roll call, and they want to see you.

I curled my lips, thinking that I didn't kill the old Tongren, and I didn't earn the title of the devil king. What do they think I can do?It's all the old man, you're making a fuss on your own.

He didn't tell me to go, but I ignored him and rushed to the door, almost breaking open the study door.

Then I saw Zhang Wensheng.

No one else but the adjutant in front of my dad, that Zhang Wensheng who traveled from the past to the future.

As usual, he was usually right in front of the door, with his nose stuck very close to the door.I pushed hard, if he hadn't dodged to the side quickly, I would have kicked his nose flat.

This man has saved my dad and me many times.But after Mr. Tong was killed by my father, we haven't spoken to each other for two months.

I knew that he was in danger, so he went to report to my dad, and sent Yingzi away with his own hands, and saved me by the way.This affection is there, I accept it.The whole thing has been working for two months and I want to get it straight.

One thing is, after this incident, he didn't talk to me much.

When he saw me, he avoided me. It was really impossible to avoid me like today, so he became my father's microphone.He never spoke his own words to me.

My dad called me from the house, saying where did the brat go?

He stretched out a hand in front of me and stopped me.

When I saw his face, it was the same one I was familiar with, and it was the same as when I saw him the first time.He still had a kind face and bright eyes.His brows were still slightly furrowed, with a slightly sad look on his face.

As if he didn't know me, he stretched out his hand to stop me, his face remained unchanged, and he was businesslike.

He said: Young Commander, Commander, please turn around.

I slapped him on the arm, ready to knock down his door and leave.I can do whatever I want, but it's not his turn to stop me.

With a slap, his arm seemed to be welded with cast iron, without shaking or moving.

I slapped his arm again, this time it was not good, it hit the numbness in my hand, and I groaned.

There are only three things, I...

I rubbed my hands and went back to the house, lowered my head, and called out to Dad.

With a click, Zhang Wensheng was outside, and the door was closed firmly for us father and son.

He stayed outside, didn't speak anymore, and didn't interfere any more.