Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

After hearing what he said, Song Yanqing only felt that this scholar was really pitiful.The League of Assassins simply lacked everything except money, Song Yanqing felt a slight pain in his conscience when he saw the wound on the scholar's face.

He rummaged through the drawer, took out a money bag from it, threw it to the scholar and said, "Take it with you, even if I compensate you, no matter what, you were injured in my Nanfeng Hall."

Xu Sijiang was holding a bulging money bag, and he took a quick look at it, and found that it was all scattered silver taels.I've heard of places like brothels before, where most of the money collected by the prostitutes goes into the pockets of the bustards.Now it seems that this is indeed the case, and I don't know how many customers the person in front of me has served in exchange for the silver taels of this small cloth bag.

Song Yanqing was holding the bag while the scholar was silent for a long time, thinking it was because the money was too little.

He didn't know if the money was too much. Seeing the scholar stunned, he couldn't help asking softly: "But this is not enough for you to go home?"

Xu Sijiang ditched this bag, this amount of money is really nothing to the prince, but he reckoned it was enough for a scholar rushing for the exam.

"Xiaosheng can't take this money. It's Xiaosheng who disturbed your business." Xu Sijiang arched his hands and lowered his head and said: "Xiaosheng left your guest in anger and used your best wound medicine. This money is really a Can't take it."

Song Yanqing was a little greedy, he turned over the pot of good wine that Zuo Xingyun had hidden, and poured himself a glass.

Hearing the scholar's words, he replied casually: "You are welcome, I don't have to work hard to earn money. But you, with such strong muscles and calloused palms, there are not many scholars who are willing to help the family with farm work. "

Xu Sijiang was still thinking about Song Yanqing's betrayal to earn money, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, his fingers trembled slightly.

"Xiaosheng's family background..." Xu Sijiang recalled those scholars he had met, and imitated their tone and said faintly: "My father is seriously ill, if I hadn't, I wouldn't have... oh."

Song Yanqing felt sad when he heard this, although he didn't think there was any shame in being a farmer, but he understood that scholars at this time were very concerned about this.

So he sighed, drank a sip of wine and recalled the original experience and said: "I grew up without father and mother, I ate hundreds of meals for several years, and I was a monk. But then the temple was burned, and I will be with you. The few young monks who survived all left without making it through the winter. I was really desperate at the time, so I did this job.”

Song Yanqing didn't want to say clearly that he was desperate at the time, so he directly became a killer under his teacher.

Xu Sijiang still thought he was just a little girl, and after listening to his words, he asked with some doubts: "How old were you at that time?"

Song Yanqing thought about it for a while and said: "It was probably eleven or twelve. At the beginning, I didn't know anything. I couldn't get any business, and I didn't have much money, so I barely had enough to eat."

"Eleven or twelve?" Xu Sijiang repeated with a hiss.

Song Yanqing knew that he had misunderstood, so she didn't say anything, just drank on her own.

Xu Sijiang looked up and down the handsome man in front of him, and made a calculation in his heart.

I heard that Mr. Yan is 27 years old this year, so if he started this business at the age of 12, he has been doing it for almost 15 years.

Thinking of this, Xu Sijiang suddenly didn't want to do anything with Young Master Yan. No matter how good-looking he is, thinking of this would still turn off his appetite.

He looked at the person not far away, that person behaved well, looked extraordinary, and had a kind heart.If this kind of person was born into a good family, he would probably have a brilliant life, but it is a pity that he was born with a bad life.

But in this world, even if he was born in an innocent family, with a face like Mr. Yan, if he has no power in his family, he will only be reduced to the taboo of others.Not to mention anything else, my good emperor brother, the current emperor likes to use the pretext of private visits in micro-services to find folk beauties, and then force people to ruin their families, and bring them back to the palace as playthings.

The present prince and the future emperor have the same virtues as his father, Xu Sijiang has never been used to their behavior.He felt that Dayang would be ruined by these two people sooner or later, but he was only the prince, and those two trash were the emperor.

The more Xu Sijiang thought about it, the more he felt that the first emperor was so stupid that he passed the throne to that useless thing.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that I was too hesitant to make his useless brother the emperor

Song Yanqing was lamenting how boring a killer's life was, when she felt a burning gaze behind her.

He turned his head suspiciously, the scholar was still sitting on the bed, looking at him with a flushed face.I didn't know what to think of, but my eyes fell on him, and I knew he was in a daze.

The two looked at each other, and neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

After staring dryly for a while, Song Yanqing coughed lightly and said first, "By the way, we've met twice, and I don't know your name yet."

Xu Sijiang just wanted to use the name Xu Yi and Xu Er to fool the past, but felt that the meaning of such perfunctory was too obvious, and besides the royal family, no one else was allowed to have the surname Xu.

He thought for a while, and suddenly a few messy names flashed through his mind.

The person in front of him was still waiting for an answer, worried that if it dragged on it would arouse suspicion, Xu Sijiang quickly picked a name that sounded like he was thinking about so many things and said it.

"Xiaosheng's name is Mo Nanchen, you can call me..."

Before Xu Sijiang finished speaking, Song Yanqing spit out his wine.

He looked at the scholar in front of him in shock. The middle-aged man had a handsome appearance and a resolute face, which was completely different from Mo Nanchen's feminine beauty.

The most important thing is that the scholar's words and deeds are submissive, and he doesn't have the aura of being the leader of the Xuanming Sect, the number one sect in the world, and being the only one who respects me.

Song Yanqing coughed violently, stepped forward and looked at the scholar carefully.

Xu Sijiang didn't know what was wrong with the name he said casually, so it was inconvenient to talk more for a while.She just shrank her neck and looked at him pretending to be timid.

As soon as Song Yanqing put his hand on his shoulder, Xu Sijiang talked to him for a while, which made Song Yanqing startled for a while.

"Are you really called Mo Nanchen?" Song Yanqing pinched the scholar's chin, and said with a troubled expression, "I have a pen and ink here, please show me."

Xu Sijiang realized that this name probably had some special meaning to Mr. Yan, and before he could hesitate, he was dragged to the table by Song Yanqing.

Because of being too excited, Song Yanqing used a lot of strength.

Xu Sijiang was almost pressed firmly on the table by him, he quickly put away the teacup on the table, and took out the things Zuo Xingyun used to practice calligraphy.He put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and looked at this dull scholar with anticipation.

Xu Sijiang changed his mind, and without Song Yanqing's urging, he raised his hand with a pen and wrote those three words on the paper.

He writes steadily, penetrating through the back of the paper.Different from the popular fonts at the moment, the characters he wrote appear to be neat at first glance, but upon closer inspection, they appear free and easy.

As if he wanted to write eloquently, he stopped writing abruptly, which made his words look less charming, even funny.

Xu Sijiang was not very satisfied with this. After finishing writing, he looked at Mr. Yan next to him, but saw that he was staring blankly, his eyes not turning away.

Xu Sijiang could hear his breathing becoming intense and rapid, his fox-like eyes opened slightly, and when he looked closely, there was still a layer of mist inside.

He saw this Mr. Yan, who was so beautiful that he was not like ordinary people, and picked up the thin piece of paper with trembling hands.His white jade-like hands trembled uncontrollably, he bit his lips tightly, staring straight at the words as if trying to see through them.

"What's your name?"

He heard Young Master Yan ask softly.

Xu Sijiang didn't know how to answer for a while. He couldn't say that it popped out of his head suddenly, so he said: "It was taken by my father. My father was a talented scholar before. I want to choose a good name, so that the child will be famous in the future."

Before he finished speaking, the person in front of him shed a tear.

Even though it was only a drop, Mr. Yan returned to normal soon.But that tear still imprinted in Xu Sijiang's heart, pear blossoms bring rain, this is the first word that Xu Sijiang thought of.

"Master Yan?" Xu Sijiang called hesitantly.

"It's nothing, I lost my temper." Song Yanqing took a deep breath to suppress the throbbing in her heart.He pulled the scholar's sleeve, looked at him carefully, and said in a soft voice: "I like your name very much. Has anyone in your family left you anything?"

That's a lot, Xu Sijiang thought, leaving a piece of fief to count.

He withdrew his hand and muttered: "Xiaosheng's family is poor, but he didn't leave anything special behind. There is only the jade pendant from before, and a red string given by the master in the temple. It is said that it can make a marriage, let Xiaosheng keep it. "

"Can you show me." Song Yanqing took a deep breath and said.

Xu Sijiang took out the red cloth that the master of the White Horse Temple gave him when he was a child, Young Master Yan took the red cloth and looked at it carefully.Then he saw Young Master Yan's eyes shining, staring at him as if looking at some rare treasure.

Xu Sijiang felt hairy from this gaze, he took a step back unconsciously, pursed his lips and said, "Young Master Yan, there is something wrong."

Song Yanqing looked at Xu Sijiang up and down a few times, but did not see Mo Nanchen's appearance at all.

He looked like a wimpy scholar, nothing special about him.This is unscientific. It is obvious that Mo Nanchen is a villain every time he reincarnates.

Thinking of this, Song Yanqing suddenly had a strange idea in his mind, he leaned forward and almost stuck to Xu Sijiang's body.

"Mr. Mo, where are you from?" He asked softly.

"Youzhou Gaotai." Xu Sijiang thought for a while, and said his fiefdom.

"How old are you this year?" Song Yanqing grabbed Xu Sijiang's wrist and continued to ask.

Xu Sijiang resisted the urge to slap people away with one palm, turned his internal energy and blushed, stuttered his ears and said, "I'm 37 years old this year."

"Do you have a wife?" Song Yanqing said

"No."

"Why don't you marry a wife?"

Xu Sijiang said sincerely: "Xiaosheng doesn't like women."

Song Yanqing sat back satisfied, clapped his hands and said, beautiful, the basic information is exactly the same as that of the villain Prince Xu.

He wanted to ask if the person in front of him was Prince Xu, but he was afraid of exposing himself.

Although Song Yanqing felt a sense of familiarity and intimacy when he saw the red cloth, he still couldn't be sure whether this person was the lover he was looking for.

According to the experience of previous lives, her lover is definitely the biggest villain in the book, and they have not ended well.

Prince Xu is the biggest villain in the original text. As long as you are sure that the scholar in front of you is Prince Xu, then you can be sure that he is your lover.

It's just that Song Yanqing couldn't figure out why Prince Xu had to go to great lengths to pretend to be a poor scholar and come to his Nanfeng Pavilion.

Xu Sijiang looked at the thoughtful Young Master Yan, and thought for a moment that he had been exposed.But he was soon relieved that even if Mr. Yan doubted his identity as a scholar, he would never have thought that a prince would be so bored as to pretend to be a scholar to visit the Nanfeng Hall.

The two were full of thoughts, looked at each other and smiled.Song Yanqing poured a glass of wine and handed it to the scholar, squeezed his throat and said, "Mr. Mo's name is the same as that of an old friend of mine. I was a little excited for a while. How offended I am."

"Where is it?" Xu Sijiang pretended to be nervous and took the drink and drank it. The wine is good wine, and he didn't drink enough.

When Song Yanqing looked over, he saw that the blush on the scholar's face was even stronger.

He raised his hand to caress the scholar's shoulder, poured another glass for him, and said with a smile: "This is a good wine from my collection, Mr. Mo is blessed today. Simply my guest was also run away by Mr. I'm bored, why don't you have a few drinks with me, Mr. Ruo."

Xu Sijiang saw that he intentionally got himself drunk, and the wine had added spices.He didn't dare to drink too much, and after being coaxed by Song Yanqing to drink a few cups, he blushed and talked with his tongue out.

Song Yanqing saw that he was drunk, so she put down her wine glass and prepared to say something.

Before he could speak, Xu Sijiang threw the cup on the ground and looked at Song Yanqing pretending to be sad.

Song Yanqing thought he had remembered something, and a gleam of joy just appeared on his face.

The scholar snatched his wine glass, wrote a nondescript poem to the moon with great momentum, and then fell down on the table and started snoring.

Song Yanqing's smile froze on his face, and he looked at the scholar on the table with a dark face.The man opened his mouth and muttered something, Song Yanqing leaned over to listen, first he talked about Confucius and Lao Tzu, then he started talking about Li Fugui and Zhao Youcai from the next village, and finally he said that he wanted to become the number one scholar and marry the current prince.

Song Yanqing listened numbly, with a buzzing pain in his head.

He took out the red cloth strip, looked left and right, and finally thought to himself, this is probably just a coincidence.

The big villain in the book is a prince after all, who would be such a dog.

The author has something to say: I was trying to unlock the last one, alas, the real ones are fine, but I just said a few dirty words and locked me instead.

I like gossiping the most. Not only do I gossip, I also drive a sports car.