Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

The eyes of the two people intertwined.

Zhao Qishan tried hard to recall, but his mind was blank, and he didn't have any memories of the person in front of him at all.

His head was aching, Zhao Qishan rubbed his temples, it seemed a little painful.

Murong Qing knew Zhao Qishan?

Han Yingxue was a little surprised. Looking at the reaction of the two, they seemed to know each other, but they didn't seem to know each other. However, she didn't know what the relationship between Murong Qing and Zhao Qishan was. If two people are enemies, it will definitely bring them disadvantages.

Before Zhao Qishan recovered his memory, it was best not to recognize anyone. To avoid unnecessary trouble.

"Cousin, what's wrong with you?" Han Yingxue asked, drawing Zhao Qishan's attention back.

"It's nothing, it's just a headache!" Zhao Qishan shook his head.

Not Ling?

Murong Qing stared at Han Yingxue and Zhao Qishan, sized them up, and couldn't help asking.

"Miss Xue'er, is this son your cousin?"

"Yes!" Han Yingxue answered simply.

Murong Qing was a little disappointed.

He thought it was Ling.

A month ago, he got news that Ling had returned from the Jiangbei barracks. Ling Yi went to the Jiangbei frontier for ten years and stayed in the military camp. Marching soldiers and fighting, made a lot of military exploits. He is also a well-known God of War general in the Tianqi Kingdom.

This time, the emperor personally issued an edict to let Ling come back, and also prepared a grand welcome ceremony.

But Ling, who had not yet arrived in the capital, suddenly disappeared, and no one knew his whereabouts. I don't know if he is alive or dead.

That's why when he saw Zhao Qishan, he subconsciously felt that Zhao Qishan might be Ling.

Now it seems that I think too much.

Seeing Murong Qing's dejected look, Han Yingxue asked, "Mr. Murong, what's the matter?"

"Nothing!" Murong Qing waved his hand and looked at Zhao Qishan. With a far-fetched smile, he said, "I just think that your cousin is very similar to a friend of mine."

"Young Master Murong, you are joking, how does my cousin, an ordinary person, look like your friend!"

Murong Qing didn't speak, that's right, a country man, how could it be Ling.

But, where is Ling now? Is it all right?

"Master Murong, my cousin and I are going shopping first!" Han Yingxue greeted, and pulled Zhao Qishan away.

Walking out of the restaurant, my palms were secretly sweating.

I hope no one will recognize Zhao Qishan's identity.

Murong Qing stopped at the door and looked at the backs of the two as they went away.

"Yan Xing!" Murong Qing called out.

This time, instead of the cynical tone as before, he said very seriously: "Wait a minute, follow them and find out who they are!"

"Master, what do you suspect...?"

"I just feel that there is something wrong." Murong Qing thought for a while, frowned and said, "That man is very similar to Ling."

"General Ling?" Yan Xing was a little surprised. Xuanyuan Ling, the general of the God of War in Tianqi Kingdom, the person most respected by all iron-blooded men, even Yan Xing, who is the number one guard in the world, will stand in awe when he hears the word Xuanyuan Ling Respectfully.

"Hmm..." Murong Qing responded lightly. "By the way, and by the way, I checked Miss Cha Xueer, this girl... I also have a problem."

Although he was wearing peasant clothes, there was no rough countryman's breath in his gestures. What's more, a little girl from the country can still say a sentence that a literati can say, he won't believe it.

Yan Xing cupped his hands and replied, "Yes, master!"