Fu Liangbi, courtesy name Zisheng, male, twenty-five years old, was the left deputy general of Xuanjia Guard at that time, from the fourth rank, military general.
Feng Xuanling, whose courtesy name was Ruiqing, was a half-year-old man in his twenties. At that time, he was a subordinate of the Ministry of War in Fanggeishizhong. He was in the seventh rank and was appointed official. It is actually a document of Xuanjia Guard. Vest: Lu Yingfang
When Fu Zisheng saw Feng Ruiqing for the first time, he thought to himself: Damn it, I think the dignified Xuanjia Guard is one of the best in the world. The candidates selected are all over eight feet tall. Their appearance is not that of Pan An, but they stand absolutely majestic. But this one... Was he beheaded by the Tatars? Tsk tsk, the women at the border are indeed being humiliated by the Tatars. When my legs are healed, I will flatten the entire Tatar on the saddle. As soon as he closed his eyes, he opened his arms and said, "There is a letter from Lao Lu."
When Feng Ruiqing received the order from Lieutenant Zuo and came to Lieutenant Zuo's camp, his right eyelid twitched. Sure enough... Nah! I was transferred outside the customs and worked in the northwest for two years. Civilian discrimination in the army was severe. As a woman, I finally gained a bit of a mass base, and I guess I can rise to the top. What is this? Thank you sister! He lowered his face, lowered his head, bowed and said calmly: "Xiaguan is a subordinate of the Ministry of War, subordinate to the Ministry of War and the General Affairs Department. I have not received any official notice of personnel appointment and transfer. Thank you to Deputy Vice General Fu for your kindness. I still have a lot of official duties to be busy with. I will resign now."
The third-rank officer went to the army and asked the general of Xuanjiawei: "Where is your Lu Yingfang?"
"Who? There are so many people on my Xuanjia Guard, sir, we definitely don't know their names."
Fu Zisheng was about to speak.
I just heard someone say: "No way, that girl is quite beautiful."
Fu Zisheng panicked, you have a bad taste.
Prime Minister Song came to the front line to express condolences to the officers and soldiers, and asked casually: "Why don't you see your Lu Yingfang?"
"Who?"
"Female," she thought for a moment, "she is white and quite beautiful."
Fu Zisheng spit out a sip of tea.
The love story of a deputy general and a young official.
I'm not a novice, I'm not trying to be mysterious, I may be a little bit chicken-blooded, maybe a little dog-blooded. . .
Cheerful language, joyful travel.
The original name is Sheng Yu Ruiqing, Son of Time Travel. The general we had prostituted that year always felt very cool! Silk