[75] Why do you need to bring a treasured sword to talk about love?

Bai Jintang was also taken aback when he heard the words.

His mind was a little confused, so he stared blankly at the other party for a long time.

Pang Yuanying... No, it's time to change the name to Pang Tong.

Although he roughly guessed Pang Yuanying's identity, he never expected that the other party was actually Pang Tong.

The future Flying Star General, King of Zhongzhou.

Bai Jintang's mind is a little messed up... Zhan Zhao is not a bald man, nor is his brother a beggar, so where did this Flying Star General come from?

And Pang Tong's father was Pang Taishi at the time.

The most famous traitor in Bao Qingtian's series.

Not only after a thousand years, but also among the people today, the name of Pang Taishi's treacherous minister is also resounding throughout the Song Dynasty.

Not only a member of the court, but also the son of a treacherous minister...

For a righteous knight-errant, a friend like Pang Tong is unacceptable.

"Pang Tong..." Bai Jintang muttered softly, and then smiled in Pang Tong's tense expression, "Mr. Pang, Brother Pang, don't miss this time next year."

"Definitely." Pang Tong didn't show it on his face, but for some reason he felt relieved in his heart.

Bai Jintang was still leaning on the table, fiddling with the mouth of the wine jar with his empty fingers, looking chic and unrestrained.But the words she asked were gossiping like a woman in the market: "Brother Pang Pang, why did you come to the south of the Yangtze River?"

"I was impatient with the court disputes, so before the imperial examination, I told my father that I would go out and travel for a while before entering the officialdom."

Bai Jintang said "Oh?" and asked again, "Wu Juren?"

Pang Tong smiled and shook his head: "Last year's Wen Ju Bianjing will take the third place."

"Both civil and military, good skills, I can't compare to a martial artist like me." Bai Jintang sat leisurely with his legs stretched out, his appearance was very good, he looked like a good boy, and calling himself a martial artist made people laugh.

Pang Tong smiled and said: "If you are a martial artist, there will probably be no sons of noble families in this world, and you will all be peasants from the mountains and fields."

"Master Bai has only been called Young Hero Bai."

Pang Tong sneered, "Let's be young hero Bai."

Bai Jintang was speechless: "..."

The drunken two actually chatted about the stars for half the night again.Accompanied by them are only the slight chirping of insects and the rich fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Looking at the straight Pang Tong who was still sitting in front of him even though he was drunk, Bai Jintang's heart skipped a beat, and he vaguely remembered some clips he had seen before.

He chuckled and leaned on Pang Tong's shoulder: "Brother Pang, you are destined to be a king and a general, but you have to be careful, be careful of women. The more beautiful and intelligent a woman is, the more she will deceive people." , Bai Jintang became even more slurred, "You have been smart all your life, if you are ruined by a woman, it will be..."

When Pang Tong was listening, he felt his shoulders sink.

Turning his head to look at Bai Jintang, who was already sound asleep, the hot breath from just now seemed to be still lingering in his ears.Pang Tong smiled silently, and hugged Bai Jintang, who was not yet full in stature.

He looked at the peaceful sleeping face of the other party, and the proud face in the daytime was childish like a child.

Pang Tong suddenly felt that something had changed.

He glanced at the Jinpa thrown on the table which was already soiled by mud, then at Bai Jintang's delicate face, stood up, carried Bai Jintang back to his bedroom.

After exiting the Baijin hall, Pang Tong gently closed the door.

He glanced at the closed room, recalling Bai Jintang's last unfinished words, he couldn't help laughing at himself.

How about a smart and beautiful woman?

He has probably fallen into the hands of one of the smartest and most beautiful men.

Although now, this man is only a half-grown boy.

Bai Jintang, who was still hungover, was woken up the next day by "bang bang bang bang" knocking on the door.

He rubbed his throbbing forehead, put on his clothes and opened the door.

"Bai boy! Tell me! Where did the wine jar on the table come from?!"

"Wine jar?" Bai Jintang was taken aback for a moment before he remembered what he didn't clean up last night.He smirked and pretended to be innocent, "Uncle, do you think there is any wine jar on my table?"

He also ushered the angry hotel owner in, and showed off the empty desktop.

The boss put down the hot tea and hangover soup in his hands, and snorted coldly: "Whoever told you this, the smell of alcohol on your body can be smelled from eight hundred miles away, and you are really printed in the same mold as your father."

Although the boss's mouth was fierce, his eyes were a little red. He said sternly, "How old are you! You dare to drink like that. If there is someone, how will your little one live!"

After he finished speaking, he strode out of the room, only to give Bai Jintang a distant view of his back, who had no time to speak.

Bai Jintang, who had recovered from his shock, cupped his fists and bowed deeply towards the direction where the boss was going away.

Now that he was awake, Bai Jintang rubbed his head and felt that he couldn't sleep anymore.

After washing up a little, he got dressed and was ready to go to the courtyard to practice martial arts.

Bai Jintang who opened the door ran right into Pang Tong's arms.For a moment, he felt that his already swollen head was even more sad, and he couldn't help but glared at the other party complaining.

He didn't knock on the door and didn't speak, just stood at the door for a clothes drying pole!

Seeing that his complexion was not good, Pang Tong hurriedly helped him into the house.

Poured a cup of warm tea and handed it to Bai Jintang, Pang Tong said: "20 years old brew, yesterday was really reckless."

Bai Jintang took the tea and snorted: "Then don't get some more sleep! What are you doing here early in the morning?"

"I'm going back to Beijing right away to say goodbye to you."

"Immediately?" Bai Jintang frowned remembering Pang Tong's background, "But what's going on in Beijing?"

"It's not a major national event." Pang Tong shook his head, "But my father is confused and wants to send my sister into the palace as a concubine."

It has been seven years since Dazhong Xiangfu, Song Zhenzong is already old, and he has few years to live.Sending a girl as beautiful as a flower into the palace now is tantamount to pushing into a pit of fire.

Thinking about his next age, Bai Jintang was startled, and almost slipped his mouth: "It's impossible, Zhenzong... I heard that the official's health is not very strong, how can sister Pang go to this pit of fire!"

Pang Tong, who was about to speak, got stuck: "Sister She is three years older than you."

"..." Bai Jintang waved his hand indifferently: "Even Sister Pang can't go."

"That's right." Pang Tong nodded, with unconcealable worry in his eyes, "So we have to say goodbye today."

Bai Jintang responded, took Pang Tong's hand and walked out of the room: "It should be, I'll see off Brother Pang."

This delivery was sent outside Lin'an City.

Bai Jintang looked at Pang Tong who was about to leave, and felt a little bit reluctant in his heart, which has always been resigned.

For Bai Jintang, this Pang Tong was the first friend he met after coming here.What's more, the two are congenial and very compatible.

The two sat on the horse and stared at each other for a long time.

In the end, Pang Tong clasped his fists and smiled: "Next year today, see you here again!"

"The green hills do not change, and the green waters flow."