After transmigrating into the villain's daughter, I lie down and win

Ten years ago, Xiao Polu was not called Xiao Polu, but a horse slave who did not even have a name.

At that time, his village was burned, killed and looted by the Huns. Almost all the villagers were killed. Only a few young women were abducted to the grassland by the Huns. Among them was his mother who was pregnant with him.

His mother died after giving birth to him. He learned everything about his family background, village, and Central Plains from other survivors.

He hated the Huns and wanted to eat their flesh and drink their blood. He wanted to cut those damned beasts into pieces. But he was just a lowly little horse slave, a little slave who could not even meet his needs for food and clothing and could starve to death or freeze to death at any time.

As he was, he couldn't even defeat a child of the same age as him who was taller and stronger than him because he ate meat every day, let alone assassinate the Hun leaders.

Revenge was nothing but a daydream for him. He could only let the overwhelming hatred take root and grow wildly in his heart.

But that day, a well-equipped cavalry suddenly appeared outside the Huns' camp like a god sent from heaven, in front of everyone's shocked gazes.

The cavalry was led by a general riding a tall maroon horse. The armor on his body shone so brightly in the sun that people dared not look directly at him.

They were clearly just a cavalry force of less than a thousand people, not even a fraction of the number of people in the Hun camp, but they killed tens of thousands of Huns. The endless yellow sand was dyed blood red, just like a red velvet carpet spread on the ground.

Later, he volunteered to take the general to find the place where the Huns hid their treasure. He handed over all the gold, silver and treasures that the Huns had burned, killed and looted from the border to the general. He also showed them the way and rescued the women and other children like him who were abducted by the Huns.

Finally, the general set fire and burned the entire Hun camp to ashes.

His enemy is dead.

The "master" who enjoyed humiliating him all day long also died.

All the hatred seemed to be buried in the bloody sand along with the raging fire, but the hatred in their hearts would not disappear.

He begged the general to keep him in the army. He said he would do anything and endure any hardship as long as he could stay in the army to learn skills so that one day he could go to the Huns and kill those damned Huns with his own hands.

His request was granted.

He also knew the general's name - Xiao Ji.

Then it dawned on him.

It turned out that this was the great general Xiao Ji that the survivors often talked about.

It turns out they weren't lying.

It turns out that General Xiao Ji was even more powerful and brave than the legend said, and he made the Huns tremble with fear even more.

It turns out that there really are people who would come from thousands of miles away to rescue them and bring them home.

In Xiao Polu's memory, there is no concept of "home" at all. He only has a stable that he cleans all day but is still full of the smell of horse manure, and a pile of hay that can keep him from freezing to death in winter.

But this great general, who was admired by thousands of people, not only gave him a name, but also kept him by his side, personally taught him the essentials of marching, taught him to read and write, taught him the art of war, encouraged him to be a real general, and allowed him to experience the warmth of "home" for the first time.

Many years later, he finally became a real general, but due to some strange circumstances, he was transferred back to Chang'an. He could no longer follow the general and charge into battle for him, nor could he protect the general.

Things change all the time, but fortunately, he never let the general down.

……

Although they hadn't seen each other for many years, Xiao Ji recognized the person on the ground at a glance.

He asked his personal guards to untie the ropes on Xiao Polu, and personally helped him up to take a good look at him. He then patted his broad and hard back heavily, with a bit of nostalgia in his eyes, "You kid, you've grown a lot taller."

"My lord, please accept my greetings again. It is my fault that the Second Young Master and the Young Princess were frightened in Chang'an. I have come to apologize!" Xiao Polu bowed again, his eyes full of determination.

These words show that although he is in Chang'an, his heart has always been with Xiao Ji and has never changed for a moment. Moreover, his contribution is not small in that the Second Young Master and the Young Princess can leave Chang'an safely.

It turns out they are family!

The guards' hostility towards Xiao Polu disappeared in an instant.

Only Xiao Jinan stared at Xiao Polu, "Have you met Qin Shu in Chang'an?"

Xiao Ji glanced at Xiao Jinan and scolded, "An, don't be rude. Po Lu is also your brother. Come and meet him."

"Lord……"

"Xiao Jinan greets brother!"

"How does this make..."

"Brother, have you seen Qin Shu in Chang'an? We have lost track of him since he escaped from the military camp. If I knew that he dared to be a deserter, I would beat him to death!"

"..."

At this moment, thousands of miles away in Chang'an, a young man who was planning an assassination with Zhong Xing suddenly sneezed.

Zhong Xing glanced at him worriedly. Before he could say anything, the young man said, "Don't worry, Senior Brother. I'm fine now."

But under Zhong Xing's insistent gaze, he still took the medicine handed to him by the guard, raised his head and drank it all, and then continued as if nothing had happened: "I have reached an agreement with those families. They all said that they have had enough of the new emperor's brutality. Even if they don't talk about the justice of the world, even if they think about their family, they will no longer support the new emperor."

Zhong Xing nodded, "Except for some royal relatives, almost all the noble families in Chang'an have made the wisest choice. Everything is ready, just waiting for the Lord to march down the city!"

At this point, the guard brought a letter. Zhong Xing opened it and was overjoyed. "Great! We won another battle!"

Qin Shu immediately took the letter and read the contents on it. His face immediately showed the same expression as Zhong Xing's. "Since the prince left the country to fight foreign battles, he has been invincible..."

Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, Zhong Xing asked him what he was thinking about.

Qin Shu pretended to be regretful. "Those Xiongnu people have been harassing my people on the border for years, occupying my land, kidnapping my women, and killing my comrades. It is really not too much to die as many times as I want. I just feel sorry that once the prince wipes out the Xiongnu, I will not have the opportunity to fight against them in the future."

After hearing this, Zhong Xing burst into laughter.

Who said Qin Shu has a dull personality? He is obviously a mischievous person.

As he laughed, he didn't know what he was thinking about, and he sighed with regret.

"Ugh!"

"Why are you sighing, brother?"

Qin Shu asked.

Zhong Xing raised his eyes, looked in the direction of the palace and began to speak.

After the death of the retired emperor, he wanted to assassinate him again. However, the incompetent emperor went too far and aroused the wrath of heaven and people. Three assassination attempts took place within half a month, and even the young palace maids dared to risk their lives to kill him.

Such a humble person, yet he was able to perform unparalleled acts of benevolence and righteousness with his humble and weak body. Even if he had the intention to assassinate, how could he compete with them for the title of assassin and snatch their chance to be remembered in history? (End of this chapter)