After Being Kidnapped By General
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  • Reads 1,975
  • Votes 38
  • Parts 14
  • Time 3h 29m
Ongoing, First published Nov 29, 2022
Yuan Li is an excellent battlefield logistics personnel. Once time travel, he transmigrated as the son of a small official in ancient times, and was sent to Chu Palace by his parents with tears in his eyes, to congratulate the eldest son of Chu Palace who was about to die of illness. 

On that day, Chu Hechao, the second son of the Prince of Chu's mansion who came back from the battlefield overnight, was full of travel and dust. Before he took off his armor, he worshiped the church on behalf of his brother, and worshiped heaven and earth with Yuan Li. Yuan Li smelled the smell of blood and dust on his body, and suddenly realized that he was a dangerous person. That night, Chu Hechao asked his brother to have a drink with him again. Yuan Li smiled gently, 

"Please, General." The fingers holding the wine glass were as green as jade, and the long eyelashes drooped slightly on his handsome face. Chu Hechao looked at him for a while with a half-smile, then raised his hand and drank the wine in one gulp. 

Half a month later, the eldest son of Chu Palace died of illness. Chu Hechao kidnapped Yuanli, put him on a horse, and headed straight to the frontier. Yuanli continues to exert its residual heat on the ancient battlefield. Grain is planted, cattle and sheep are raised, roads are cleared, and medical care is provided. 

Yuanli was busy all day long, feeding thousands of troops and horses to be mighty and majestic, comforting the wounded after the war, the barracks became better and better, and the generals saw him as if they saw food and clothing. parents. Only the man who brought him here, with a dark face all day long, suppressed his anger, 

"I am the one who married you, I was the one who drank the wine with you, and I was the one who had a bridal chamber with you." 

"Shouldn't you watch Look at me?" Step by step, a natural leader is subject to v's unfathomable, cold and coquettish attack.

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