Beng Tie: What does it mean to broaden one's four destinies in one sentence?

Jing Yuan nodded.

Do you have any ideas?

Yanqing was taken aback.

He thought for a moment, then said seriously:

"General, if Lin Si were to assume the position of general at this age... I fear some people would be dissatisfied."

Jingyuan paused for a moment.

He looked up, somewhat surprised, at the boy in front of him.

"Oh? The fact that you could think of that means you've grown up a bit."

Upon hearing this, Yanqing pouted slightly.

"General, Yanqing is no longer a child."

Jing Yuan looked at his still chubby face and couldn't help but laugh.

"Hahaha,"

He laughed heartily, and as he laughed, he reached out and ruffled Yanqing's hair.

"Alright, alright, you're not a child anymore."

Yanqing's hair was ruffled and messed up, but he didn't flinch. He just stood there, letting his master's hand fall on his head.

"He, like you, still needs to grow."

Jing Yuan withdrew his hand, his tone becoming gentler.

“I will still be here for you until you grow up.”

He stood up and walked to the window.

"Alright, it's getting late, let's go to sleep."

He turned around, looked at Yanqing, and smiled.

"Go to bed early and get up early to grow taller."

Yanqing nodded, then turned and left.

He stepped out of the study, walked through the long corridor, and pushed open the gate of the Shence Mansion.

A night breeze blew in my face, carrying a slight chill.

Yanqing raised her head and looked at the stars in the sky.

Lin Si is his good brother.

It has been since childhood.

He still remembers when they were children, before Lin Si was in a wheelchair, the two of them would run around wildly in the streets and alleys of Luofu.

Lin Si wasn't as fast as him, but she was smarter and could always find the most tricky hiding places when playing hide-and-seek.

Later, Lin Si was put in a wheelchair and could no longer run, but her mind was still very sharp.

Whenever he encountered a bottleneck in his sword practice, he would go to chat with Lin Si, and in the process of talking, he would come to a realization.

Later, Lin Si started playing games and dominated the top spots on various leaderboards. He didn't understand those things, but he knew that Lin Si could excel at whatever she did.

To use Lin Si's own habitual catchphrase from time to time: "Perfect!"

Now, the Emperor's Bow has chosen him.

If one day in the future he really does sit in that position....

At that time, there will definitely be many people who will disagree.

How could an 18-year-old paralyzed man, who has never received a day of proper military training, be given that position?

Those people will question, oppose, and gossip behind people's backs.

Yanqing slowed her pace.

You disagree? Then beat them until they do!

Lin Si was his good brother, someone his master had chosen, and an envoy personally selected by the Emperor.

He Yanqing had to help his good brother defeat those people.

Thinking of this, Yanqing's lips curled up slightly, and her steps became lighter.

In the study.

Jingyuan stood by the window, watching Yanqing's figure disappear into the night.

The boy's steps were more determined than when he arrived.

Jing Yuan's smile deepened.

As Yanqing's master who raised him from childhood, he naturally knew what the boy was thinking.

"Young people should naturally have the vigor of youth."

He spoke softly, his tone tinged with relief.

"But that kid Lin Si..."

He recalled Lin Si's appearance in the study earlier and shook his head with a wry smile.

"He knew how to hide his talents from a young age. He presented himself as a well-behaved child in front of his elders, but his inner thoughts were quite mature."

Jingyuan recalled Lin Si's deeds from childhood to adulthood.

He's so smart that he knows when to be smart and when to play dumb.

In his parents' eyes, he was a disabled son who needed care.

In front of Yanqing, he was a good brother with whom he could confide.

In front of the general, he was a "victim" who had been fooled since childhood.

Jingyuan leaned against the window frame, gazing at the distant starry sky.

"The two complement each other...that's not bad."

One is sharp-witted, the other is shrewd and calculating.

One is good at fighting, and the other is good at strategizing.

One charged into battle, while the other strategized from behind.

If we wait many years...

Jing Yuan smiled, a very soft smile, as if afraid of disturbing something.

He turned around and walked out of the study.

As he passed the table, he glanced at the cup of tea that had gone cold.

There's still a lot to do tomorrow.

the other side.

Lin Si lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

The jumbled thoughts in my mind finally began to subside.

The Emperor's bow and arrow, the general's words, and that dream.

He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

Forget it, I don't want to.

We'll talk about it when the time comes.

He turned over and closed his eyes.

Take a deep breath.

Inhale—exhale—inhale—exhale—

Just as he was about to fall asleep, his phone vibrated.

Lin Si groggily reached for her phone and opened it.

An unfamiliar message.

Silver Wolf: "You are the Demon King?"

Lin Si was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to her senses.

He stared at the ID and fell silent.

Silver Wolf.

Before he emerged, ID was the number one player in the gaming world for many years.

He opened the message box, and there were only those five words inside.

There was no profile picture, no signature, and no personal information.

Lin Si frowned.