pastoral days

Song Zhaoyang stayed by Wei Zian's side, watching Wei Zian suffer openly and secretly every day, the lies of his brothers, and Tai Chi with the ministers, not to mention other things, he was very tired watching it, so he could only spend time with him in his spare time. He chatted and let him relax.

After Song Chaoyang arrived in Kyoto, Wei Zian was very pleasantly surprised.Not to mention the help Song Chaoyang brought to him, he was moved by this affection alone.The cold air in the whole body is much less.Hajime and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

He is obviously a half-grown boy, but he is under tremendous pressure.Mentally tense every day, and had to fight with people from all walks of life.After Song Chaoyang came, Wei Zian relaxed in private, like a child who is exceptionally capable when he has no relatives, but is too delicate when he has relatives.Anyway, Wei Zi'an's time chatting with Song Chaoyang at night is the happiest time, relaxed and stress-free.

"Brother Song, thank you." After eating, Wei Zian and Song Chaoyang were going to watch the training of his hidden players, and on the way, Wei Zian thanked him sincerely.

"You, what are you talking about. I'm helping you for the sake of the thousands of people in the Great Wei Dynasty. I've seen it for the past two days. None of your brothers are reliable." Song Chaoyang took it for granted, Wei Zian also smiled as before.His big brother Song will never change.

"Brother Song, why don't you go back during the Chinese New Year?" Wei Zian said again.He had lived in the Song family, envied the warmth there, and knew that during the Chinese New Year, everyone wanted to be together as a family.

"No, the emperor's body is getting weaker day by day. You have faced too many dangers recently. I'd better accompany you," Song Zhaoyang said firmly.It's not that I don't want my family, it's just that everything has a priority.Besides, even if I go back, I will worry at home.Now that he is here, he still has a little bottom in his heart.

"That...hehe, Brother Song. You miss Brother Wen?" Wei Zian poked Song Chaoyang's arm with his hand, and said with mischievous eyebrows.It's too inconsistent with his personality as a high-cold prince, and fortunately no one else here can see his virtue.

"You, of course I miss him after being out for so many days. I don't know what he is doing at home recently? But if I guess right, I am not at home. He must help take care of the house. Layue will definitely go to help Brother Hua Take care of business," Song Zhaoyang said proudly.

"Will Brother Wen do it? I think he will sleep until he wakes up naturally every day, and then miss you most of the time." Wei Zi'an looked in disbelief.

"Haha...it doesn't suit you. You'll know later," Song Zhaoyang laughed.They were just chatting, and no one mentioned sending someone to visit the Song family.No matter how cautious they were, they never guaranteed absolute secrecy.Just like the letters from home that Song Chaoyang wrote in the dead of night, all of them were put away by himself, waiting to be given to his little cutie later.

While talking, the two came to the training ground.When Wei Zian arrived, everyone stopped their movements.

"Master is good!" came the greetings one after another.

"Uncle Lin, how is the training of these new recruits?" Wei Zian asked the instructor who had been training the hidden guards, and was also the uncle who had been with him growing up.

"The qualifications are good, and they work very hard, but they are a little noisy." Uncle Ji is also very troubled by the noise of these children.

"Thank you, Uncle Ji. Uncle Ji, I have something to tell you inside."

"Okay, okay, let's go directly to the living room."

"Uncle Ji, this is Brother Song that I met when I was away. You and him choose a team, let Brother Song train a team, and see the effect."

"This..." Ji Lin looked at Song Chaoyang, who was full of strength and upright, and of course admired him.But he still can't rest assured, looking at a young man who is not very old.His experience and ability are very doubtful.

"Uncle Ji..." Song Zhaoyang looked at Ji Lin's scrutinizing eyes and smiled slightly.I directly believe that he must be a flatterer.This is more reassuring.

"Young Master Song..."

Song Chaoyang and Ji Lin looked at each other, and they both saw understanding in each other's eyes.After all, if they are rounded, both of them can be counted as instructors.

Of course, Wei Zian didn't feel so restrained in front of familiar people. "You talk, I'll listen." After finishing speaking, he half-slumped on the chair.After a serious day, I can finally feel at ease.

Ji Lin and Song Chaoyang hit it off immediately.Song Zhaoyang has always been curious about the ancient training methods, but has never had a chance, and now he has a lot to ask.The more Ji Lin chatted with Song Chaoyang, the brighter his eyes became.No wonder, the person the master likes is really different.Heroes come from teenagers.

In the ancient training of dark guards, the three words "fast, accurate, and ruthless" cannot be escaped.Dark guards have to practice an internal skill to be able to hide themselves, lightness skill is the best, and there are several sure-kill tricks.Song Zhaoyang listened with a knowledgeable expression.

Song Chaoyang's training methods are mainly those of modern special forces.The main training is the versatility and professionalism of the soldiers.For example, for a team, everyone has the basic skills, but when performing tasks, the team members need to work together.Make the most of your strengths and avoid your weaknesses.Ji Lin also nodded repeatedly.It's like opening a door to a new world.

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I fell off my bike on Thursday and hurt both hands...