I'm Not Some Princess

After Li Ye entered the Wen family home, he was welcomed by everyone.

What did it mean to be a man of both looks and talent? This was what it meant.

He had looks, and he had talent!

An elderly man stepped forward first and said with a smile, "Little scholar, we finally meet. I wrote you a letter before."

Li Ye's heart gave a jolt. Back when he had written Deserter in the Flames of War, a whole pack of big shots had written to urge him for updates. None of them were people to be trifled with.

Wen Qingsheng smiled and introduced him from the side. "This is your Grandpa Xue. He served in the same regiment as your grandfather."

Li Ye immediately remembered something. The "your grandfather" Wen Qingsheng meant was naturally not Li Zhongfa, but Wen Leyu's grandfather, Shi Cheng.

Li Ye hurriedly bowed. "I remember now. You're Grandpa Xue, the best bayonet fighter in the entire regiment, right?"

In Deserter in the Flames of War, Gao Yidao, the commander of the second company, had been the best at bayonet fighting. But after Li Ye submitted his manuscript, Xue Zongshan had written him a letter saying that he, the squad leader of the third squad, second platoon, first company, was actually the best in the regiment. That was why Li Ye remembered him so clearly.

"Ah, young people really do have good memories."

Xue Zongshan laughed heartily. "I heard from your father that you're highly skilled with a bayonet. We should exchange pointers when we have time. People nowadays go on and on about planes and missiles all day. Fewer and fewer are willing to settle down and practice this."

Li Ye nodded with a smile. "Yes, yes. When my grandfather taught me bayonet fighting, he