Hitting Into The One I Was Running From Chapter 7

Damian Hua rarely comes back and doesn't stay in the house very much on weekdays. The old lady always loves her grandson and asks the kitchen to prepare a lot of dishes that the general likes to eat.

After returning, Damian Hua rarely stayed in the study. Instead, he stayed in the old lady's yard and cooked tea for her.

Seeing this as a rare opportunity, the old lady called Avery Meng and Cui'er to the yard and waited nearby.

Looking at the people standing around him on the left and right, Damian Hua felt helpless.

Indeed, every time he had free time to accompany his grandmother, she would always put someone next to him at every opportunity, but it was not that he had never rejected the wishes of his elders. After being rejected too many times, he didn't even want to open his mouth, so he just pretended that he didn't know anything.

There are not many hosts in the general's mansion, just a general and an old lady. The others are at Damian Hua's age, and the baby is already seven or eight years old. I don't know what he thinks, and he has no intention of getting married.

Unfortunately, no one else could be his master, and the emperor couldn't control it if he wanted to. After all, it was other people's family affairs.

Originally, the grandfather and grandson would say a few words from time to time, which was considered harmonious. Unexpectedly, the old lady said, "Chen'er, it will be your birthday in one month, and then it will be your twenty-fifth birthday."

Damian Hua had already anticipated what the next topic would be when he mentioned his age, and sighed silently.

Avery Meng had probably guessed it, but this was the first time he was preparing for a marriage due to a war, and it was also the first time he saw a look of helplessness on the general's face.

"Our house has been deserted for a long time, and it's time to hold a happy event. You must not come back then. Last year, you were so busy celebrating with your brothers in the camp that you didn't even bother to pay attention to me, an old lady." There was a hint of complaint in the person's tone.

"You are still young now, but you are not young anymore. You can't stay with the people in your camp all day. You always have to come into contact with these young people from high-ranking families in the imperial city. When the time comes, grandma will call some young people Come celebrate. If you don't come, I will make a fuss."

Having said that, Damian Hua still had any reason to refuse, so he nodded, "I understand, grandma, I will definitely be at the house that day."

Only then did the old lady nod with satisfaction.

Now that she has agreed, her grandson will not refute her face in public when she introduces those ladies and brothers.

"Avery Meng, let me leave this birthday banquet to you. You are in the general's courtyard and have been in contact with the general all day long. You have been discussing with him. If you don't understand anything, you can ask Aunt Hua and the people in the house. "Butler."

Avery Meng was stunned. He didn't expect that he would be noticed just by standing here as a backdrop.

But he couldn't refuse his master's request, so he had to bow and answer, "Yes."

Strangely, he was not the one to organize the birthday party in his previous life. The old lady did it herself. Why did it change in this life?

How did Avery Meng know that in his last life, he was not clear-headed and was still racking his brains in the yard on how to seduce the general. At that time, the old lady looked down on his behavior, but she also hoped that he would be pregnant with his great-grandson. I won't leave such a big thing to him.

In this life, Avery Meng behaved honestly and did not act like a coquettish person. She even impressed her grandson before she did anything. Naturally, she saw it in her eyes and felt satisfied in her heart, so she asked him to do it.

Even if Damian Hua asked him to be his Concub!ne in the future, she wouldn't say anything. She wasn't a pedantic person, she just liked children with good looks.

Even if Avery Meng's pregnancy mole is shallow, she is not unable to get pregnant, but it is still possible as long as she puts more effort into it. Even if she doesn't want to take a Concub!ne, it is still possible for the child to be adopted in this brother's name.

Of course, her grandson's thoughts are not yet completely focused on this brother, and it is still okay to look at the general's wife, Concub!nes, etc. that make her more satisfied.

The old lady has lived for most of her life, and she is like a mirror in her heart. She is very good at reading people's hearts, and she has always liked to make double-handed plans.

Damian Hua rested at the mansion today, and took Avery Meng to the military camp early the next morning.

So before dawn, the soldiers guarding the military camp on the outskirts of Beijing saw their general riding a horse with a brother in his arms, and hurriedly rushed into the camp.

Although the speed was fast, the general took his brother off the horse very gently when he dismounted.

Although some soldiers knew who that brother was, they all watched the two men getting along with each other quietly.

"General, where are the weapons specially made for slaves that you mentioned?" Avery Meng didn't see what he wanted after entering the camp, so he had to turn around and ask Damian Hua.

Damian Hua smiled slightly, walked to his desk, took a wooden square box and handed it to Avery Meng.

"Open it and take a look." This was the first time Damian Hua felt nervous and expectant.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he smelled the smell he had smelled on Avery Meng again. It was refreshing and made his body feel slightly warm.

Green Bamboo Fragrance...

Just when Damian Hua wanted to smell it carefully, Avery Meng had already opened the box.

There was a handful of software rolled together in the box. It looked so soft that one couldn't help but wonder if it was a weapon.

Avery Meng carefully held the hilt and took out the sword. Almost as soon as it came out of the box, the soft sword straightened with a brush. If the sword was shaken slightly, it would sway slightly like a wave.

Seeing his eyes shining, Damian Hua took the brush he usually used to deal with military affairs from the desk, and gently drew the tip of the brush upward. The seemingly soft sword edge neatly scratched the tip of the brush with ease. Break.

"This soft sword was made by the best blacksmith in the camp. It uses heavenly stone. Although it is soft, it can cut iron like clay. But you can't control it yet. After more practice, you can use this sword. Feel free."

Damian Hua made a simple introduction.

Avery Meng looked at him and blinked, "Heavenly Stone? Isn't that very precious?"

The Heavenly Stone is a stone that fell from the filling and is different from the native stone on the ground. This stone is generally extremely hard and is usually used as weapons or other things. However, due to its scarcity, the price is prohibitive for many civilians.

But at this moment, Avery Meng has such a soft sword made of a large piece of celestial stone in his hand. This is priceless, and it can even be called a magic weapon.

Avery Meng immediately felt that the thing in his hand was a hot potato, and he quickly wanted to stuff it back into Damian Hua's hand.

"General, this is too valuable for a slave to take." Avery Meng had a look of fear on his face. He had no idea that the general who was so average to him in his previous life would give him such a valuable thing in this life.