In the spring of the 173rd year of Nanyuan, there was a war between the two countries.
The deputy commander-in-chief, General Si, made a mistake and trapped one hundred thousand soldiers in Nanyuan. The entire army was about to be annihilated. The 9th Prince Zhan Wang, who was only 14 years old, led the army to escape death and kill everyone.
This battle resulted in tens of thousands of casualties, corpses littered the fields, and the crows were silent...
"Your Highness, the King of War, the people below have leaked the military plans, and the general has no way to control them. Please apologize!"
General Si knelt on the ground, took out his dagger and was about to commit suicide.
Suddenly I remembered something, so I picked up a little baby and asked carefully:
"Um...can we apologize in three generations? This is my second generation..."
In front of the formation of the three armies that returned triumphantly, the phalanx was like a black cloud pressing down on the city, about to be destroyed. The young man at the head was wearing a dark black battle armor, with a mask covering his face. His slightly raised chin was as sharp as a knife, and his bones were full of The young man controlled the atmosphere steadily.
The cold wind blew the black hair at the temples, and the young man frowned as he looked at the milk baby who was forced into his arms.
The three- or four-year-old girl was wearing a pink skirt and was sleeping soundly. Her baby-fat cheeks were white and rosy, as plump as a puffer fish, and her body exuded a rich milk fragrance, which made the young man frown even more.
I have always been on the battlefield, killing people and drinking blood, but what I hate the most is this soft milky thing!
He grabbed her collar and threw it away.
"Congratulations to His Royal Highness, the War King, on his triumphant return with the three armies. The Holy Emperor is very happy and will hold a banquet in the palace three days later to welcome the soldiers."
A eunuch waved a fly whisk and said with a flattering smile:
"By the way, Your Highness the King of War, the Holy One has ordered that this little baby girl is General Si's favorite. Before the spy matter is found out, please take good care of her."
juvenile:"……"
So, the majestic army triumphantly entered the city, and the people who cheered to greet them were all shocked when they saw the scene of the King of War holding the baby.
"Mom!"
What the hell?
The young man wearing a battle armor and cloak is as heroic as a fierce battle. The red tasseled spear straddling the side of the war horse is as hot as blood. The sharpness shooting out all over his body is like the flower of the high mountain. It's just... the little milk bag in his arms and He looked out of place.
"His Royal Highness the War King has been out fighting for half a year, and his daughter is already that old?"
"His Royal Highness, the War King, has a very bad temper! He has no patience and is extremely irritable! This kind of crying little baby is the most annoying!"
"This little baby will probably be tortured to death!"
"What a poor little baby..."
The people were shocked, criticized, and speculated. Suddenly, the war king returned in triumph, and the capital was in a sensation...
Fight against the prince's palace.
Si Nannan woke up from her nap and rubbed her sleepy eyes. When she sat up, she saw an unfamiliar environment. A wrinkled face suddenly approached her, scaring her soberly:
"Who are you!"
She jumped up on her two carrot legs and pointed at the person next to the bed with a milky voice.
"The old slave's surname is Wang." Grandma Wang, who is nearly fifty years old, stood neither humble nor arrogant, "This is Prince Zhan's Mansion. From now on, the old slave will serve you. Without the permission of the prince, you are not allowed to take even one step out of the palace, let alone Be sure to return to the General's Mansion."
Commanding tone.
Si Nannan was annoyed. She was the youngest daughter of the general's house. She had five brothers, seven masters, the richest mother, and the general's father. No one had ever dared to speak to her in this tone.
"Call the War King to come see me!"
Grandma Wang was so happy that she narrowed her eyes with laughter: "Miss Si, your father colluded with the enemy and betrayed the country. He has been captured by Dali Temple. You little traitor, what are you putting on?"
impossible!
Her father marched and fought, slept in the open air, escaped death many times, licked blood from his knife edge, and was loyal to Nanyuan, which was obvious to all the people in Nanyuan.
Si Nannan jumped out of bed and ran out.
Suddenly he was slapped back by a thick and powerful arm.
"I ground you here, are you deaf?"
Grandma Wang shouted loudly. She had been working very hard all year round. Si Nannan was only three and a half years old. She was hit by the swing and hit the corner of the bed. Her eyes were red from the pain.
