Wu Zheng sighed lightly: "You could have a bright and respected future, but once you take charge of Changlin Wei, you will never see the light of heaven from now on. Like a mouse in a cave. No matter how high the official title is, others will no longer respect you, but are afraid of you and are deeply afraid."

Song An smiled and said, "I was born as a member of the Wu family and died as a ghost of the Wu family. I remember that the young master once asked Erhan and I what kind of person I want to be in the future. Erhan said he wanted to be a general. I said, I just want to be the shadow of the young master... This is the truth."

"But you don't have to do this. I think my father didn't expect to get your reward when he helped you and Erhan back then... I can't repay you with gratitude."

"Young Master is too worried." Song Andao, "What's the difference between knowing one's kindness and not repaying one's kindness? If this is wrong, I hope the young master will give you advice."

Wu Zheng was stunned and said for a while: "But I always think that you and Erhan have a glorious future, get married and have children."

"But there is always someone around the young master. If you do things that are inconvenient to the young master, you always need someone to block the hidden arrows shot for the young master... This is what I am good at doing."

Wu Zheng slowly stretched out his hand, and the two hugged each other tightly.

....

"In one month from today, you will complete the handover with Song An... You will get what you want!"

When Wu Zheng smiled and said this to Mo Yiqing.

Mo Yiqing's two lines of tears fell down.

Song An left tactfully.

Wu Zheng stepped forward and reached out and gently wiped away tears from Mo Yiqing's face that was shattered by his fingers.

"What are your plans?" Wu Zheng asked with a smile.

Mo Yiqing's face turned pale and said blessedly: "I'm all based on the arrangements of the prince."

Wu Zheng sighed lightly: "You have really suffered over the years... In this way, you go home first, wait for me to discuss with Mr. Mo, choose a good day, and then officially welcome you into the game."

Mo Yiqing raised his head suddenly, stared at Wu Zheng without blinking, "What did you just say?"

Wu Zheng gently pulled her into his arms, "Silly girl, she clearly heard it clearly, why do you always don't believe in your ears?"

Mo Yiqing buried his head in Wu Zheng's chest and started crying loudly, as if he wanted to cry out the grievances he had suffered over the past three years.

....

Inside the basement of the small building.

Wu Zheng said to Song An: "You have experience in leading troops, training troops, and practical combat experience. I will give you a 100-person organization. You can try practicing the special combat camp according to the thoughts and methods I mentioned to you before... Don't be afraid of failure, practice slowly."

"yes."

"Mo's focus on burying hidden piles, but this is only one aspect. What the secret guards need to do is to collect intelligence, disrupt the enemy's rear, destroy enemy facilities, and carry out surprise attacks, including assassinating important enemy targets. You must remember to let the soldiers know, at any time, any situation..."

....

"Dad, my son is back. I'm going to pay tribute to you. Are you in good health?"

Wu Zheng kowtowed to Wu Bochang in a proper manner.

Wu Bochang was in a good mood today. Qian Jinxuan and Zhou Shimin stood on his side. Although he was pregnant, he was only four months old and had not shown any sign of pregnancy.

Thinking that he could hug his grandson soon, Wu Bochang has been smiling all these days and is almost unable to stop talking.

Even to this son who often doesn't have family, I'm still polite.

"Dad's body is good, fight, get up."

Wu Zheng patted the dust that did not exist on his knees and smiled and said, "Dad, you are now a new master of Jiangnan College. When will you abandon this kneeling gift... Look, this is so troublesome, respect comes from the heart, not the form..."

"Fart!" Wu Bochang said furiously, "I gave birth to you and raised you, and I am both a father and a mother. Is it easy to pull you? You boy, you just want to cross the river and destroy the bridge? My son knelt on his father, it is natural. Don't tell you what new learning is. You have to waste the kneeling ceremony... Wait until your father dies!"

Wu Zheng was depressed and looked at the angry Wu Bochang, and hurriedly said, "Dad has misunderstood. I didn't say I wanted to sack the kneeling ceremony. I was just asking for my father..."

"It's boring. In just one sentence, outsiders are outsiders, you are my son... If you grow up thirty, even if you get to the hall of children and grandchildren, you have to kneel down!"

"Cheng, Cheng... don't be angry. Dad, don't worry, will I ask my grandson to support me and kneel down for you?"

These words calmed Wu Bochang's face, and the three girls beside him breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Xiaomei shouted, "I'm hungry, I'll go and ask someone to serve the food."

Wu Zheng smiled at the two girls, stepped forward and pressed his shoulders for Wu Bochang, and asked with a smile: "Dad, how many servants have we hired in our family... When I entered the door, four maids came to greet him."

Wu Bochang turned his head and glanced at Wu Zheng, "Boy, just ask directly, don't beat around the bush with your father... You just want to ask, did your father receive gifts and money?"

Wu Zheng hurriedly argued: "Dad is wronged by his son. How could I doubt my father's character for twenty years?... My son is strange. My father used to experience everything in Wuzhuang, and he only had three or four servants in the family..."

Wu Bochang raised his hand and pointed to Wu Xiaomei who rushed in from outside the door, and said, "Go and ask your sister. I have only made a lot of money, so I have to be so proud of this. Twelve maids... Tsk tsk, I am a good girl, and for a few dollars, I have been recruiting people at home... I said she didn't listen, and I can't help... Just now you are here, go talk about her."

As soon as Wu Xiaomei came in, she heard Wu Bochang "arrange" her right and wrong to Wu Zheng. She didn't bother to respond with a smile: "Yes, yes, my father is right, my daughter is wrong, I won't dare to do it next time."

Wu Bochang clicked Wu Xiaomei and said to Wu Zheng: "Look, look, she is just like this... I just sigh and do nothing!"

Wu Zheng smiled and said, "My sister also wants to respect you. After all, today is different from the past. You are aged a few years old, and it is always good for someone to serve you."

Wu Bochang patted Wu Zheng's hand on his shoulder and said, "Your father is only over fifty years old and he is tough... But you, I heard that he was almost killed in Yingtian Mansion this time?"

Wu Zheng smiled and said, "It's true, but there's no danger...Dad, don't worry."

Wu Bochang snorted: "What am I worried about? What do I have to worry about? But you always have to think about Xuan'er, Min'er, your sister, and your unborn child."

Wu Xiaomei laughed and said, "Brother, don't trust your father. If it weren't for my two sisters-in-law and I were tying each other, my father would probably have gone to Yingtian Mansion long ago."

Wu Zheng was moved and said again, "Thank you for your concern for me."

Wu Bochang's face froze and said stiffly: "I'm not too worried. It's not as what your sister said... I just think about the two unborn children, afraid of losing their father... Cough, get up, get up, just say that I'm abolishing the kneeling polite."
Chapter completed!