"Young General Meng."
A respectful voice sounded behind him.
Meng Shaoyuan turned around and saw a young man with red lips and white teeth standing there with a large bundle of arrows in his arms.
Nanling Pass was already very hot in June, and they had just experienced a war. The young man's forehead was covered in sweat, and his originally fair cheeks were red from the sun.
If this were any other soldier, they would definitely look extremely miserable. However, the person in front of him was the opposite. Not only was he not ugly, but he also looked pitiful.
Meng Shaoyuan circled his mouth with his tongue and asked with a smile, "Liu Jinbao, right?"
Liu Jinbao felt uncomfortable under his gaze. He lowered his head and said, "Yes."
Could it be that Young General Meng hated him for hitting Liu Yang? But wasn't that General Meng's order? At most, he had spent money to buy the opportunity to be in charge of the punishment.
