General, I Love You!
Increasingly confusing
"We won, Your Majesty! The general is great! Even with the land, the general managed to burn the defenses and armory of the Qin army," said the soldier pleased.
"Are there any dead soldiers on our side?" xiao Ling asked worriedly.
"Only 15 generals. We buried them!" soldier said.
Xiao Ling was speechless, she looked towards her soldier, "Alright, what's your name?" xiao Ling asked making her prajutit choked.
"I, Lin Wei!" his reply.
"Well, the plan is when do we leave for Yuzhang?" xiao Ling asked, he no longer knew what had happened.
However, one thing that stands out most from his attitude is to always be calm in any circumstances and analyze quickly all the problems that befall.
"Well, let me just dream! Alright, Tan Xiao Ling. We have to find out what really happened?!" inwardly, he looked back towards Lin Wei.
"All right, let's go!" xiao Ling said firmly.
"Okay, General!" said all his soldiers.
Tan Xiao Ling stared at all the contents inside the tent, she saw some paper scrolls and maps as well as weapons, "I don't know, what kind of female General Jia Li is? I think he's great!" xiao Ling's Mind.
Tan Xiao Ling was still looking at the contents of the entire tent looking at the mirror, "Here, my face! Why am I in this moment? What's wrong? Is this my dream?" inwardly Tan Xiao Ling, he saw his mahogany red hair that had just been dyed at Gloria's suggestion, had now turned jet-black back and was tied up on his head.
"I'm like a Chinese artist shooting a colossal movie," he saw, inwardly, his armor black as night.
Tan Xiao Ling pulled the sword at the waist, "Yes, God! It's real," he said, as he felt the sword's eye.
"Simply sharp! This is so great!" praise Xiao Ling, he tried to test the sharpness of the sword eye by slashing the wind but, instead, he slashed the tent pole so that his tent collapsed.
"General! General Jia Li!" shouting soldier.
Tan Xiao Ling appeared by slashing the tent into pieces of flying cloth, "I'm fine, all right!" said cold.
Tan Xiao Ling looked at the rest of the battle and the large amount of blood splattered, "This is real? And ... The blood is real too!" xiao Ling's mind wryly.
Glug
The instant Xiao Ling gulped and her guts shrunk, "Crazy! It's worse than being stuck in a marriage!
"Well, how do I get back to my day?" he thought chaotic, he wanted to run away using the magic door Doraemon often watched when he was a child until now.
"We're ready to go, General!" said Lin Wei, he was already getting ready with his men.
"All right!" reply Tan Xiao Ling, he tried to calm down and did not show a confused face let alone stress.
"Doesn't stress affect beauty?!" inwardly Xiao Ling, he took a breath and continued forward to play out his role in the strange life.
Tan Xiao Ling was surprised, he almost fell down but, he was trying to master the situation with the ingrained martial arts in body and soul.
"Are you okay, General?" asked Lin Wei, trying to help him.
"Come, me!" her mind, "i'm fine, all right!" reply Tan Xiao Ling, he was a little embarrassed.
Xiao Ling immediately raised her hand as usual to the subordinates at home, if someone wanted to help her and she did not want that.
Tan Xiao Ling was notoriously cold, quiet, and independent and did not want to be complicated with a mind-boggling affair let alone served. So he spent more time in school dormitories and lived in a quiet apartment in a crowded Boston area.
A horse ran and neighed, Tan Xiao Ling immediately darted up onto the horse's back, "Well, that's great!" inwardly Xiao Ling, he did not expect that he possessed such an incredible strength.
"It looks like this horse, recognizing its master," inwardly Xiao Ling, he pulled the reins of the horse stroking the mane of the horse slowly.
"I wish we could work together, I don't know what your name is! But, I am trying to be the best like your real master" whispered Tan Xiao Ling.
"It's not funny, if you drop me! I hope you keep the pride of the owner of this body. Um, Wenwen!" tan Xiao Ling whispered in the ears of the horse that only moved his head and raised both feet into the air.
"I hope you like your new name!" tan Xiao Ling, continued,
"General Jia Li at this time is like what, anyway? Am I dreaming and entering the Han Dynasty?" inner Xiao Ling was confused.
However, he still continues to race the horses away from the rest of the battle, hoping that he will fall and wake up at home and find Tan Fuk Ming's father who will cancel his marriage to Liu Bei.
"What was the name of the city, huh?" he forgets and does not understand.
Tan Xiao Ling wanted to ask but, she was afraid that she might have gone mad. They still continued to drive their horses across the bush and the bamboo forest, "This is really the past," inner Xiao Ling.
Tan Xiao Ling did not see any of the skyscrapers or beautiful buildings in modern times, she still wished her dream was over.
"I don't know what General Jia Li has? What if I'm wrong? Is not the law still in force and tortured? It's so horrible!" his mind started to get upset, "what if I just run away! But, I'm going to be a fugitive and where am I going?" his mind is getting confused.
The night began to creep down, they did not stop and continued to race each other's horses. Tan Xiao Ling looked back if all of her members were riding horses no one was walking.
Tan Xiao Ling took a breath, "Thankfully, no one is walking, as I see in the movies," she thought, she saw Lin Wei and the warrior a little exhausted.
"Lin Wei!" tan Xiao Ling shouted, she felt pity.
Lin Wei directly spurred the horse closer to him, "What's up, Your Majesty?!" asked Lin Wei respectfully.
"Ahead there, what city? Is it still far from Yangmen (Yuzhang)?" xiao Ling asked, he still hoped that the name of the city would not change when he was in the 2020 millennial era full of gadgets.
"We're still in Shouchun, General!" replied Lin Wei, he was a little surprised by General Jia Li who was usually very smart and dexterous now like a memory loss.
"Don't General Jia Li didn't know if he had been betrothed to Crown Prince Liu Fei," Inner Lin Wei, he felt pity.
