Chapter 167 Silver Armored Warrior
"Hey, the armor this young general is wearing is really dashing!" As Chao Sheng got closer, Marquis Wu'an took a fancy to the clothes the young general was wearing.

"You know, if I ask Jiang Qinghe for a hundred or eighty sets, he should agree, right?" Wu Anjun raised his hand and stroked his chin.

The deputy general also raised his hand and rubbed his chin, "I think... most likely not."

What kind of joke is this, Lord? That armor is made of fine iron, right? Jiang Qinghe must be crazy to give it to you!
As the grain-delivering team got closer, Marquis Wu'an's brows slowly furrowed.

These two people...why do they look more and more familiar?
One is familiar in face, the other in figure... No! Who the hell is this if not that eunuch Cheng Hai?
And why does the guy wearing the mask look so much like the kid from the Chen family?

Marquis Wu'an raised his hand and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, suspecting that he was dizzy from hunger.

Otherwise, how would these two get together?
When they got closer, Chen Qingzhi and Cheng Hai jumped off their horses and bowed to Marquis Wu'an together.

"I've met the Marquis."

Marquis Wu'an: ...

It’s really these two guys!

He jumped off his horse and for a moment he didn't know how to start.

I just nodded with a stern face.

The deputy general was not aware of the identities of the two men, so when he saw that they were sending so much food, he was naturally very attentive.

"Thank you for your hard work!" The deputy general smiled and bowed, "Please follow me."

Cheng Hai waved his hand, and the grain cart team followed the deputy general with green eyes and more than a dozen Wuan soldiers towards the military camp.

Finally, a luxurious carriage appeared, and behind the carriage stood a hundred heroic female soldiers in red armor.

Wu An Hou: ???

Who the hell is this person who has made such a big fuss?
Then, he saw the young general, whom he had high hopes for, riding the White Tiger horse to the carriage. He then jumped off the horse and helped a girl in a red dress and a black fox fur cloak out of the carriage.

Huh? Why does this little girl look so familiar?

Marquis Wu'an was so exhausted that he wanted to scratch his head. Every one of the people who came today was an acquaintance, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"My Lord, may I have a word with you?" Cheng Hai lowered his voice and asked with a smile.

Marquis Wu'an had a hunch that he was up to no good.

Sure enough, after the two of them went to the side and whispered "this and that, this and that", Marquis Wu'an got the news that his poor sister still had blood relatives alive.

In other words, Huo Changjin finally has relatives!
Because Xiao Lian'an was suspicious all the time, he simply didn't even get married to avoid him quarreling with his sister all day long.

He suspected that the reason why his sister fell ill was probably because she was angered by Xiao Lian'an.

He had always thought about settling the score with that guy when he returned to Beijing, but he didn't expect to be trapped at the border for forty years.

Marquis Wu'an looked at the pale little face, which was the size of a palm, and glared at Cheng Hai fiercely.

How dare he let his precious niece and granddaughter travel such a long distance to suffer in this place where chickens don't lay eggs and birds don't shit!

Marquis Wu'an took three or two steps forward and stared closely at the girl who looked somewhat like his nephew.

When the incident happened in the Eastern Palace, he was watching the Xia Kingdom's grandsons fighting. After the war was over, he learned that his only nephew was dead.

Xiao Lian'an wrote a letter personally to tell him the whole story. In the letter, he cried bitterly and accused his nephew of being unfilial and unbrotherly. Before he could return to the capital, he was transferred to Kaiyang again.

At that time, six cities in the northwest had been lost in succession, and the Tartars were eyeing them covetously. He could not bear to see the people suffer, so he had to bring 20 Wu'an troops to guard the northwest, and this defense lasted another 20 years.

Pan Yingying bent her knees slightly and saluted to Marquis Wu'an, "Greetings, Marquis." Marquis Wu'an wiped his face with his calloused hands, and forced out an expression that he thought was kind on his usually dignified face, "Why call me Marquis? Call me uncle!"

Pan Yingying: ...

No, there is no need to verify identity?

She took off the jade token from her waist, handed it over with both hands, and called softly, "Uncle."

Marquis Wu'an only took a glance at the jade plaque and was certain that it was his nephew's bloodline.

Because this jade token was a gift to his sister that he snatched from Hecheng in Xia Kingdom when he led troops to the battlefield independently for the first time. There is only one such jade token in the world and it cannot be fake.

Wu Anhou smiled and nodded, took the jade token and looked at it, his tone full of nostalgia, "You look about 50% like Feng Yi, but you look more like Mingzhu."

He went to Chengyang at the age of seven and grew up in Chengyang. He went to the battlefield alone at the age of 16 and has not returned to the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion in the capital for nearly years.

The little girl in front of me is a bit like my younger sister back then. Both of them are very weak and will fall down if the wind blows.

Hearing him mention his biological mother, Pan Yingying became curious and asked, "Has my uncle ever met my mother?"

Wu Anhou grinned, "Of course I have seen her before. How could I not have seen her before? Before they got married, Feng Yi took her to Chengyang. At that time, she dressed as a man, and that silly boy Feng Yi said she was his classmate, hahaha!"

As he spoke, a gloating expression appeared on his face, "I might as well help them break that layer of window paper. Hahahahaha. Not long after they went back, Feng Yi wrote to me saying that they were getting married!"

Pan Yingying: ...

No wonder the prince would marry a merchant girl as his princess. It turns out they were playing the role of Liang Zhu.

But isn't this Marquis Wu'an too mean? He has to interfere and disrupt other people's rhythm.

Pan Yingying's mouth twitched, and she pulled Yu Chaosheng next to her, "Uncle, this is my husband, Yu Chaosheng."

She pulled Fat Tiger, who had been circling around her for unknown reasons, over and said, "This is my tiger son, Yu Batian."

Now it was Marquis Wu'an's turn to have his mouth twitching.

It’s bad enough that your newly recognized niece was taken away by a pig, but what does it mean that you also have a tiger son?
Just now I thought everything about Yu Chaosheng was good, but now I find everything about him unpleasant.

"Hello, uncle." Yu Chaosheng didn't care whether Marquis Wu'an liked him or not, as long as Pan Yingying liked him.

Wu Anhou stretched his face and said "hmm" indifferently. When he saw Pan Yingying, his old face turned into a chrysanthemum again, "Come on, come on, uncle will take you to the military camp to play."

Pan Yingying looked embarrassed, "Is it okay?"

Generally speaking, women are not allowed to enter the military camp, so she was already prepared to set up camp outside the military camp with the girls from the Taoyuan Female Army.

"Of course! Why not? You are my niece's granddaughter, so you belong to my Wu'an Army. Of course you can go to the military camp!" Wu'an Hou smiled and became happier and happier looking at his niece. As for Xiao Lian'an, he didn't care what that son of a bitch wanted to do! If he got angry, he would go back to the capital and give that guy a slap in the face!

Pan Yingying turned around and introduced to Marquis Wu'an the female soldiers from Taoyuan who had been standing behind him for a while.

"Uncle, these are our Taoyuan female soldiers."

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