I, Lin Qing'an, was a sick and weak scholar in my previous life. I fell down when the wind blew, and my medicine jar was heavier than my books. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was reborn in the military camp of the famous Tang general Li Jing and became a fire-headed soldier chopping wood and carrying water.
Weak and weak? Can't carry it on your shoulders? It doesn't matter. Li Jing was arranging his troops, and I "accidentally" pointed out a flaw in the sand table while serving tea and water. The Turks secretly sneaked into the kitchen and poisoned me, and I conveniently changed the bottom of the pot and served the poisoned vegetables to the enemy camp scouts.
Until one day, Li Jing took me to the Central Army tent, his eyes shining brightly: "Boy, what kind of god are you?"
I picked up the big spoon and said with an innocent look on my face: "General, the rice is still hot, do you want to eat first?"
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