After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

When approaching the school grounds, Master Song got off his horse, Jing Xiu hid in the dark again, Song Shu followed him wearing a bamboo hat, and Zhang Wu waited in place guarding the carriage.

The school grounds of the moat camp was a wasteland that had been abandoned for many years, and was later thrown by the emperor to develop it as a martial arts arena for the moat camp. The site was not small, and it was more than enough for five or six hundred people to live here.

No one is willing to stand guard at the gate of the barren camp. Before entering the main gate of the school grounds, there are only two men sitting on the ground. With their necks bowed, they rubbed their hands in the snowflakes and complained to each other: "I have to come to the school to practice martial arts in this kind of bad weather, so the commander is only a lieutenant general, not a commander, so why do we always want us?" Listen to him?"

"That's right, I don't want to see what the camp is like anymore... The one in the palace doesn't want to care about it anymore. It seems that a few days ago, a son of a noble family was appointed as the commander... Are you kidding around?"

"I must have offended someone again. Except for Yang Tongzhi, who is as stubborn as a donkey, have you ever seen anyone who can stay here for two days?"

"That's right... I haven't seen anyone coming for so many days, so maybe I ran away?"

"Who knows? If the pampered son really comes, Yang Tongzhi alone can rub him to the ground."

"Poor, poor..."

The two chatted for a long time, but they didn't notice anyone coming. They waited for Master Song to hear enough, and then he led the horse closer and snapped his fingers: "Both of you?"

The two men were startled at the same time, and one of them grabbed the big knife placed beside him and jumped up, warning: "... who are you?"

Master Song caught a glimpse of Song Shu who was beside him wearing a moon-white fox fur, with snow falling all over his shoulders, and his brows and eyes seemed to be smoldering with frost.Pulling on the horse rope, he threw out the commander's identity token, and said concisely: "The commander is here to inspect."

The eyes of the two men swiveled between them twice, and finally settled on Song Shu hesitantly, recalling the description they knew about the new commander: The son of an aristocratic family—extraordinary bearing, delicate skin and tender flesh, a Just look at it.

Master Song led the horse, and he was the one who talked all the time. Although he was handsome, he was much rougher than Song Shu at first glance. Both of them thought that he was a servant who came with the master, and they were still wondering that the young master of this family did not Put on a show, only bring one person.

However, Song Shu took two steps back, stretched out his hand to push Master Song when the hem of his clothes shook slightly, and said in a deep voice, "This is the Commander."

Two men: "..."

They turned around, bowed again, and said awkwardly, "I've seen Lord Commander."

Master Song nodded, took the token and walked inside: "How many people are on duty today, and how many lieutenants in the battalion are there?"

A big man stayed where he was, and another man who had just questioned the two of them with a knife followed up and showed them the way: "Come here today, cough... there are only 300 people, and the lieutenant general... There was only one, that is Yang Chuan Yang Tongzhi, he is also here today, and he is probably practicing martial arts in the martial arts field to the east at this hour."

It stands to reason that a camp like the moat camp, which is similar to the military camp system, rarely has a rest day on weekdays. Except for the spring break, all staff should basically report every day, conduct exercises and patrol and practice martial arts.

Today's moat battalion has about 600 people, but only 200 came here. The two soldiers guarding the gate are still very lazy and slack. It can be seen that the moat battalion has become a kind of bullshit now.

Master Song was more concerned about another matter: "The Yang Tongzhi you mentioned just now... is called Yang Chuan?"

The man remembered the identity of the newly appointed commander, and he understood the question he asked: "That's right, it's him, the one you know."

Master Song glanced at Song Shu and felt a little headache. "I just heard you say that he can rub me to the skin. What does that mean?"

Song Shu was baffled by this look.

The gossip behind the back was heard by the person concerned, the big man said with a dry smile: "This...it's hard to say, it's hard to say."

There is nothing bad to say, Mr. Song has read the original work, and there is Yang Chuan in the original work, and there are quite a few scenes, although most of the descriptions are about his obsession with Song Shu—yes, he is also a suitor of Song Shu one.

The original text described his identity in just a few sentences. Master Song only remembered after listening to the two people talking about it. Yang Chuan is the same as the commander. .

It’s no wonder Master Song didn’t think about it. He read the texts in the later period almost with ten lines at a glance. Except for the serious plot introduction, he almost selectively read a little bit about the messy emotional entanglements. There are ninety out of one hundred, little guards, maidservants, maids of honor... even eunuchs!He couldn't remember them one by one.

The reason why he can think of this person when he hears this name is mainly due to the fact that he is a more individual character like the prince Luo Fang.

He fell in love with Song Shu because it was love at first sight—well, in fact, almost everyone who likes Song Shu fell in love with him at first sight, after all, his face was simply too deceptive. The face is a bit irresistible, let alone not so straight.

The first time he and Song Shu met was a few days later in the original plot. The original owner became bored within two days after becoming a commander and ran away without interest. He is a veritable martial idiot, who loves martial arts to the point of being almost crazy.

His father threw him into the moat camp to exercise his management skills. He stayed in the moat camp for half a month. Although he realized that the mud of this camp composed of a bunch of idlers in the streets and alleys could not support the wall, But he still wanted to try his best to save it. Under his absolute force suppression, the moat camp finally got on the right track and order.

It can be said that without him, the guard camp should have been disbanded long ago.

Master Song parachuted here as a command envoy, and the subordinates who were finally tamed had to listen to him. The original owner didn’t know how to manage the barracks, so he only knew how to command blindly. Yang Chuan was so angry that he chased him and shouted single-handedly, and the original owner avoided him. After returning to the palace, Yang Chuan, who had been chasing after him all the way, saw Song Shu who came to look for him by accident.

The trajectory of Song Shu's life after his rebirth was similar. Song Shu didn't go out of the city with Master Song. He was planning how to kill him, so Yang Chuan was supposed to meet Song Shu several days later.

But now, because of Master Song's butterfly effect, the plot has changed, and Song Shu came with him ahead of time. Not surprisingly, the two will also meet in advance.

Master Song thought to himself, if Yang Chuan was entangled with Song Shu, maybe Song Shu would not have time to plan to kill him?After all, Song Shu was impatiently pestered by Yang Chuan in the original text.

Forget it, let it be.

On the way to the Martial Arts Field, Master Song didn't meet a few soldiers. Seeing that the snow was getting bigger and bigger, he stopped and asked, "Where is the camp where you usually rest?"

"just in front."

Master Song pointed to the silent Song Shu beside him, "Please take him to rest for a while, and I will find your lieutenant general myself."

Just as the big man was about to answer, Song Shu said softly, "No brother, since I came with you, what's the matter with resting in the camp? I also want to see how the soldiers train on weekdays."

The big man's face became a little embarrassed, and he felt that the words were mocking, but seeing that his expression was very calm, and there was no sense of irony, he could only laugh dryly, surprised in his heart that this young man with thin skin and tender flesh turned out to be the commander's younger brother, Isn't that... the second son of the Song family who is famous outside?

Master Song glanced at him again, but did not insist: "All right. What's the name of this brother?"

"My lord, my name is Xiong Qi." The big man scratched his head, "...it's a bear with a bear's paw, Qiba's Qi."

"Xiong Qi," Master Song arrived, "please do me a favor and tie up this horse. The road is not far away, we can go ahead and find your lieutenant general."

Xiong Qi nodded quickly, and quickly led the horse away.

Yang Chuan was indeed in the Martial Arts Field. Before Master Song entered, he didn't see many people. After entering, he saw a large circle of heads around the field. They were surrounded by three or four piles. A simple set of bunts, most of them are just looking at the vacant space in the middle of the field doing nothing, sitting or standing, their clothes don't look like soldiers with serious military positions, on the contrary, they look like street wanderers The gangster ruffian.

Song Master listened to Xiong Qi muttering a few words, just as he knew, Yang Chuan trained himself strictly, and often suppressed this group of soldiers and scoundrels to train together, but now they are all surrounded here, and burst out from time to time Shouts and wild applause.

As Master Song approached, he saw that Yang Chuan was not the only one on the field. Yang Chuan was wearing a solid uniform, and he didn't look too prominent. As one of Song Shu's well-known suitors, his face was not bad. It is said that the third prince Luo Fang is a gentle and gentle gentleman. He has the kind of handsome appearance with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looks tall and burly.

He was holding a long knife in his hand, his hair was tied very casually and a little messy, and there was an inexplicable fanaticism in the eyes of the man opposite him.

The man was also holding a long knife, panting violently, the sweat on the back of his clothes soaked in such a cold day, he could see that his strength was a little weak, and he looked furiously at him: "...My lord? Are you still beating?"

Yang Chuan wiped the sweat from his forehead. Compared with this big man, he was obviously more comfortable. After thinking for two seconds, he still sighed and said, "Forget it, it's boring. There is no one who can fight."

"You can't say that!" The man who was fighting with him was relieved when he heard this, threw the knife casually, sat down on the ground, and said while breathing slowly, "Master Tongzhi's martial arts are indeed powerful, our brothers No one can survive ten rounds in your hands, but I can do it anyway? Twenty rounds already!"

Someone next to him yelled: "You can't just throw it away after finishing it! There is hard work without credit, right?"

"That's it!"

"Isn't there a new commander? I heard that he is the son of Prince Jingkang. He has practiced martial arts with that monk since he was a child. If he comes to fight with Master Tongzhi, who do you think will win?"

"It's still a guess? You must bet on Master Tongzhi!"

"It's been a few days since that newcomer, and I haven't seen him take care of us, so he must have abandoned us. If you want me to say, I don't listen to him. If I want to listen, I will listen to Master Tongzhi—"

"What, what, what is Mr. Song's airborne commander? He might not be able to beat us! I'm not convinced! I also listen to Master Tongzhi!"

"Listen to Master Tongzhi!"

"That's right!"