Linzhi

Zhang Ze was caught off guard, and saw that the opponent's fist had already reached his face, and he quickly leaned back in shock, but his legs couldn't keep up with the reaction, and he was about to receive a heavy punch.

But a hand reached out in time, wrapped around Song Yun's fist, and tugged and twisted along with his approach!

Song Yun screamed, only to feel severe pain in his arm, and his body was tilted. He had already fallen to the ground, and his expression was still dazed.

The colleagues who surrounded him behind him were also taken aback, and hurried forward to help him.

"Song Xiaolang, are you okay!" Everyone greeted one after another.

On the other hand, on He Zhan's side, there were only two lonely people.

Song Yun bared his teeth in pain and was about to attack, when someone whispered something beside him. His expression twisted in pain for a moment, and he glared at He Zhan viciously: "He Zhan, right? I remember you, and the days to come will be long." !"

Zhang Ze: "How are you doing!"

Song Yun snorted, ignored him, got up supported by everyone, and the group left in a mighty manner.

Zhang Ze smiled brightly in an instant, and gave He Zhan a thumbs up: "Your hand is absolutely perfect, so is the grandson's hand broken?"

He Zhan: "I didn't use any force, at most I just sprained my tendons. I didn't expect him to be so useless."

He could have left Song Yun unharmed, but after the other party insulted He Rong, he changed his mind.

Song Yun only sprained his muscles and bones, and it was because He Zhan didn't want to make things big.

Zhang Ze sneered: "You pampered son, what are you capable of when you think of him? A high school boy, who doesn't want to enter the Imperial Army for two years and go out to send a good errand!"

When he said this, he seemed to forget his own existence.

He Zhan was a little funny, raised his chin and nodded to a group of soldiers who were watching coldly not far away: "Aren't they also under Mr. Chen's subordinates, why didn't they even come up to persuade them to fight?"

Zhang Ze curled his lips, and said disdainfully: "They don't look down on us dandies, and they are afraid of offending Song Yun, so they can't afford it!"

He put his arms around He Zhan's shoulders: "Good brother, your enemy is my enemy, so if Song Yun picks on you again in the future, tell me!"

He Zhan: "You can't beat him again."

Zhang Ze patted his chest: "I'll let my brothers fight!"

He Zhan was surprised: "Just now when I saw Song Yun like that, I thought he would not be able to hold back and continue to fight with us. I didn't expect that there are so many others, so he left instead."

Zhang Ze said triumphantly: "You don't know, today is the day when Xiao Meiniang shows her face in Nanlufang. The old and young people in the capital flock here. With a face, you want this number!"

He stretched out a finger.

He Zhan: "One or two?"

Zhang Ze looked at him like an idiot: "It's 100 taels! It's 100 taels for just a glance. You can think about it for yourself!"

He Zhan humbly asked: "What is open face? Married?"

Zhang Ze raised his forehead: "What is getting married? It's a bud! Do you understand that it's the first night!"

"I see." He Zhan rubbed his nose and smiled embarrassedly.

He left Beijing when he was young, and spent the next few years in the countryside. He didn't have time to worry about his livelihood every day. Naturally, the dudes in the capital didn't know anything about how to play.

Zhang Ze was enthusiastic: "Why don't we go and have a look, although I don't have any money, but it's good if I can see Xiao Meiniang. Although there is a difference between a young girl and a young woman, the style is very different. If you don't look at it now, you will be in the future." I can't see it anymore."

He Zhan glanced at him: "You understand very well."

Zhang Ze modestly: "It's easy to say, you just arrived in the capital, you should have a lot of experience, brother, I will do my part, I am not familiar with government churches, private brothels, what do you like, just a word, I will decide I can find it for you."

He Zhan twitched the corner of his mouth: "I remember when General Ji told me the rules of the Imperial Army, he said that prostitutes in the Imperial Army were not allowed to drink flower wine."

Zhang Ze disagreed: "Regulations are dead, but people are alive. As long as you don't spend the night, who cares? Even if you stay overnight, it's fine if you don't get caught?"

He Zhan: "I won't go, I want to go home early."

Zhang Ze said, "You're kidding me": "What is there to do when you go home so early? Are you hiding your beauty in the golden house? You don't even want to see the most beautiful woman in the capital?"

He Zhan said helplessly: "On the first day I was on duty, I went to drink flower wine with you. What would General Ji think if he found out, and what would His Majesty think if he found out? My brothers also asked me to go back early and said they would take me out. Let's go, go and play, leave me alone."

Zhang Ze's mood faded: "Forget it, what's the point of going alone, I will fight again when I meet Song Yun's group later, and I can't beat them without you."

Is this the reason why you have been pushing him to go?The corners of He Zhan's eyes twitched, not knowing what to say.

He bid farewell to Zhang Ze and went home separately.

Unexpectedly, when they got home, the brothers were not there. He Zhan waited in He Rong's room for a long time, and fell asleep unknowingly until he was patted awake.

"Why are you sleeping here? You don't even have a quilt covered, so don't catch a cold." He Rong still had a new book in his hand, probably just returned from the bookstore.

He Zhan rubbed his eyes, a little disappointed: "Third brother, didn't you say you were waiting for me, why did you go out by yourself?"

He Rong comforted him: "Chongwen Museum got off school early today. We didn't know you came back so early, and thought it would be harder to work on the first day. If you want to go out, wait until the next holiday, and I will accompany you." Go out and have a good time."

"In fact, it's better to come back earlier. A colleague called me to Nanlufang. I excused that my brother was waiting." He Zhan quickly thought about it, took out an oiled paper bag and smiled, "I'm on the way back I saw a shop selling sugar rice cakes, they were hot, and I remembered that you like this, so I bought some, and there were some mung bean cakes and sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in it."

He Rong picked it up and took a sip. It might be too sweet for others, but he thought it was just right, so he ate a whole piece without knowing it.

"It's delicious." He praised without hesitation, "But your salary hasn't been paid yet, so save some money."

He Zhan narrowed his eyes with a smile, the unhappiness caused by Song Yun today has disappeared.

"It's not much money, I know it well."

When he was in Zhushan, he and his second brother He Xiu would occasionally sell the unfinished prey. If there was a whole fur, the money they could sell would be higher. Save some.

He Rong said: "I also brought some food. I didn't know you came back early, so I asked Wen Jiang to warm it up on the stove. When you are hungry, go get it later."

He Zhan responded, and picked up a pastry and put it into his mouth, but his face was distorted quickly, and he felt his throat was about to stick together. After a while of strength, I felt better just now.

"...Third brother, don't you think it's too sweet?"

"Is it okay, is it sweet?" While He Zhan was pouring water, he ate two more mung bean cakes, patted the crumbs on his hands, and asked casually, "Do you have a colleague named Song Yun?"

He Zhan was taken aback for a moment, and then became alarmed: "Why, did he bother you?"

He Rong: "No, when I came back from West Market, a group of people passed by and they mentioned you, so I stopped and listened for a while."

He Zhan felt relieved, briefly talked about Song Yun's background and what happened in the school field today, and finally said: "I don't know if I will cause trouble for my father by saying this."

He Rong took out a piece of flower rope that he didn't know where he got from his sleeve, his fingers fluttered, and he lowered his head to play, while saying: "You are right, he can't find fault even if he wants to find fault. Before. Even if he had the guts, the elders of the Song family would not let him mess around. I heard that there is a clear distinction between nobles and civilians in the Forbidden Army. It’s good to suffer a lot.”

Seeing that He Rong has a disability and lost his mother when he was young, especially when his mother was stigmatized, others always think that he must be gloomy and reticent. Gloomy but not necessarily, He Zhan has been with him for many years, and always feels that the third brother is calm only on the outside, but there is actually a lot of liveliness in his heart, such as now...

The corner of He Zhan's eyes twitched: "Where did you get the flower rope? Isn't this a little girl's play?"

He Rong: "I bought it on the street. It's so interesting. Why did it become a little girl's plaything? I also bought it for Ah Xin and Jia Niang. They must like it."

Isn't this nonsense, He Zhan couldn't laugh or cry: "One of them is a child, and the other is a girl's family, of course I like it!"

He Rong flipped over and handed it over, beckoning him to pick it up.

He Zhan got up and went out: "I'm hungry, let's go find something to eat." He's not a child.

He Rong: "..."

As for being so disgusted?

The author has something to say: a small theater that has nothing to do with the text:

Salty Party vs. Sweet Party

He Zhan: Third brother, do you like sweet bean curd or salty bean curd?

He Rong looked disgusted: Of course the bean curd can only be sweet, can salty bean curd be eaten?

He Zhan: Why not, sprinkle some soy sauce, put some minced meat, how delicious...

He Rong: That's a cult. Douhua can only be sweet.

He Zhan: I just like salty bean curd.

He Rong: Huh?

He Zhan: ... But the sweet ones are not bad.

He Rong: Yes.