Chapter 393: Wronging Yu Li!

Yan Yan Fugui had never imagined there would be such an awkward and embarrassing moment; he was a teacher of the people, the Third Master of the courtyard!

How could Li Li Xuewu care whether you were the Third Master or not; in his eyes, he himself was the master.

Even if he were the master, entering without invitation meant the greeting awaiting him was the M1911 in Li Li Xuewu's hand...

"Young Marquis, please get up quickly; it is our turn to patrol."

"Where am I?"

Qin Hu sat up groggily, feeling a chill on his body while a strong wind blew outside with a whooshing sound, instantly filling his heart with strange confusion.

"Oh, Young Marquis, how can you be so confused? We are in the military camp. It is our shift to stand guard at this hour; if you do not rise, military law will deal with you, and not even the Old Marquis can protect you now."

"What?"

Qin Hu opened his eyes and saw that he was currently inside a tent, with a small soldier wearing leather armor before him.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask something, suddenly a splitting headache struck, and a massive stream of information rushed into his mind; a few seconds later, he knew he had transmigrated.

He had transmigrated from a modern special forces soldier into the body of a young marquis also named Qin Hu, the leader of the Seven Evil Young Masters of Jingcheng!

As for this era called the Great Yu Dynasty, it simply did not exist in history.

Qin Hu's ancestors were among the Four Dukes and Twenty-Eight Marquises who founded the Great Yu; three months ago, his father passed away, and Qin Hu inherited the title, becoming the new Marquis of Champion.

Qin Hu had been spoiled by his parents since childhood; he loved neither studying nor practicing martial arts, indulging only in play, eating, drinking, and having fun, running rampant through Jingcheng.

When he grew up, his family wanted him to settle down, so they arranged a marriage with the eldest daughter of the Duke of Chen, named Chen Chen Ruoli, a noble young lady who was beautiful on the outside and wise within.

This Qin Hu was ruthless and vicious toward everyone else, yet toward this flower-like fiancée of his, he was obedient in every way, treating her like a precious treasure.

But the trouble happened precisely because of this childhood sweetheart, the Eldest Miss Chen.

According to Qin Hu's memories, on that day he accompanied his fiancée into the palace to pay respects to the current Princess Chang'an; since the Princess and Chen Chen Ruoli had been close since childhood, she arranged a banquet.

But later, Qin Hu drank until he blacked out, and when he woke up, he was already in the imperial prison of the Internal Guard. He was informed that he had drunkenly harassed the Princess and intended to commit misconduct.

Even more bizarrely, Chen Chen Ruoli actually submitted a memorial impeaching her fiancé Qin Hu for seventy-two illegal acts, each and every one supported by evidence.

At that moment, Qin Hu felt as if struck by five thunderbolts, simply unable to believe his own ears...

The imperial edict soon arrived; considering that Qin Hu's ancestors had rendered merit, the death penalty could be waived but the living punishment could not be escaped, so he was exiled to Youzhou to serve in the army, retaining his title to observe his future conduct.

But after arriving in Youzhou, he was quickly assigned to the front lines—to serve at the vanguard tent.

After these events flashed through Qin Hu's mind, he basically understood; this must be a trap.

Because the Duke of Chen had long wanted to break off the engagement with him.

The Qin and Chen families were originally a political marriage, both wanting to grow stronger and larger, but the later Qin Hu was nothing but a prodigal son, almost good for nothing, having essentially shamed the Hou Fu completely.

It must be known that every generation of Marquis of Champion had been a heroic figure with unparalleled influence in the military, yet in this generation, a good-for-nothing who had never stepped onto a battlefield appeared.

While the Old Marquis was alive, the Duke of Chen still showed face; but after the Old Marquis died, the Duke of Chen turned heartless, actually staging a scene of breaking off the engagement right in the mourning hall.

But Qin Hu deeply loved Chen Chen Ruoli and refused to agree no matter what, while Chen Chen Ruoli had long become extremely disgusted with this evil young master of hers.

And so, a disaster descended upon him!

As for Princess Chang'an, it was even simpler; she was the cousin of Qin Hu's older male cousin, so once Qin Hu died, the vast family assets of the Hou Fu would naturally all fall into the hands of this male cousin.

These several factions, each seeking what they needed, colluded together, thus rapidly uniting...

Indeed, once one enters the gates of a marquisate, it is as deep as the sea; there are truly many people who want him dead.

"Qin An, shall we find a place to shelter from the wind?"

Under the bright moonlight, the rough northern wind carried a piercing whistle as it swept across the empty plains, blowing the several torches until they flickered on and off, cutting against human skin like countless flying knives.

"We cannot, Young Marquis, or we will be punished by military law."

Qin Hu and Qin An, shrinking their heads and huddling their feet against the wind, ran out from the camp, stepping on thick snow as they moved forward.

The frail Qin An, caught off guard, was directly flipped over by the strong wind.

Two sentries changing shifts saw them come out, exchanged sinister smiles, scooped up two handfuls of snow to extinguish the warming bonfire, and then crawled into the tent.

Damn it, even the small soldiers have been bought off; they want to freeze Laozi to death!

This was a very small camp, with about twenty tents, surrounded by carriages; the outer perimeter had not even arranged horse barriers or antler obstacles, and the nearby terrain was flat with no defensible positions, making it obvious they had no intention of stationing there long-term.

According to Qin Hu's memories from his previous life, about two hundred people were stationed here; they were the vanguard camp of Li Qin, the General Who Conquers the North of the Yu Dynasty.

And the target of Li Qin's twenty-thousand-strong army this time was the Yu Dynasty's sworn enemy on the border, the State of Liaodong.

"Cough, cough, Young Marquis, do you think we can still make it back alive?" Qin An curled his entire body up on the snowy ground, his lips and face blue, speaking with such weakness that he seemed ready to die at any moment.

Qin Hu sighed inwardly; Qin An was purely implicated by him, and if things continued to develop this way, both of them would surely die.

Those who wanted him dead, having failed to kill him in the imperial court, were now playing dirty tricks and striking blunt blows in the military camp, trying to beat him to death.

But Qin Hu was absolutely not someone who would sit waiting for death; this was clearly a case of being framed, and he could not let it rest.

Life is inherently an endless struggle for survival; just wait, Laozi will not only survive but will also kill my way back to Jingcheng to settle accounts with you all.

"Qin An, when we left home, how many silver notes did we bring?"

"There are no silver notes left; I only have twenty taels of silver on me. The imperial edict stated that we are exiled as convicts, and our family assets are sealed."

Qin An was only sixteen years old this year, Qin Hu's personal book boy; he looked very frail, already unable to bear the torment, appearing as if only one breath remained in him.

Actually, Qin Hu was not much better off; in these past few days, the vanguard camp marched thirty li every day, and the work they did was clearing paths through mountains and building bridges over waters, chopping firewood and making fires, digging ditches and carrying water, and constructing camps.

And what situation would these two tender-skinned fellows face when staying together with several hundred burly soldiers every day?

They would certainly do the most tiring work, eat the worst food, suffer the most vicious beatings, and endure the greatest humiliation...

Qin Hu estimated that his predecessor was likely tortured to death.

It could also be said that he deserved such retribution.

It was just that this bitterness now had to be borne by him; if he could not bear it, he would die too.

"Give it to me."

Qin Hu had made up his mind; he must first find a way to save Qin An's life, and then think of other methods.

And saving one's life was actually not difficult; the simplest method was bribery, for as the saying goes, wealth can communicate with the gods; although this method is primitive, it always works.

But under the current circumstances, he could not possibly bribe high officials, since no one dared to associate with him. Besides, he had no money.

Thus, a person came to mind: Centurion Li Li Xiaokun.

He was currently the top leader of the Vanguard Camp. To read the latest chapter content, please download for ad-free free reading of the latest chapter content.