After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

The so-called flag is used to push down.

Song Shu endured it for a long time, and finally cried.

Master Song hurriedly wiped his tears, and kissed away his tears little by little: "Why are you so unfamiliar?"

"Brother..." Song Shu's physical tears hung on his eyelashes, and he couldn't stop, his voice trembling uncontrollably, "This is... my first time."

Master Song cooperated with him calmly: "Okay, you are."

"..." Song Shu bit his shoulder, "You are also very unfamiliar."

"I do not have."

"It's your first time too."

"I'm not."

"...Brother, can you say it again?"

Master Song counseled in seconds: "I am."

He finally returned to the dormitory with Song Shu in his arms.

It was not until midnight that the wind stopped and the rain stopped.

The physical exertion was too great, and Song Shu slept until the sun was up.

When he woke up, Master Song was fully dressed, standing at the door, talking to Jing Xiu outside the house.

Hearing the movement, he closed the door, brought in the breakfast, turned his head and smiled: "Are you awake? Is there any discomfort?"

Song Shuzhi stood up, the quilt slipped from his shoulders, he glanced at it, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay."

Master Song said: "You don't need to force yourself if you feel uncomfortable, I can feed you breakfast."

Song Shu said lazily, "That's fine."

Master Song was amused. He took a bowl of lean meat porridge and sat down beside the bed, like feeding a child: "Open your mouth."

Song Shu half-opened his eyes, his black hair was scattered, and he was extremely lazy and flattering: "What were you talking about just now?"

The smile on Master Song's face paused, and he said nonchalantly, "Talking out of Beijing, after two days... we will be leaving."

Song Shu counted the days, lowered his head and took a bite of the spoonful of porridge he handed over: "You have to prepare in advance... and your marriage contract with that Miss Deng Jiasan..."

In the middle of Song Shu's speech, seeing his blank expression, he twitched the corners of his mouth: "Forget it, you have a brain problem now, and you don't know how to deal with this matter. I should go and talk to the prince about this marriage contract... ..."

"Xiao Shu, what kind of marriage contract are you talking about?" He was thinking about it when Master Song suddenly held his hand and said aggrievedly, "I'm leaving, and you don't feel sad."

Song Shu raised his eyes, his eyelids twitched, and said amusedly, "Why, does my brother want me to cry, make trouble, and hang myself, so that you don't leave and stay with me in Beijing?"

Master Song curled his lips: "It's not impossible..."

"Brother." Song Shu handed the spoon back into the bowl, his face returned to indifferent, "you can say such things because your memory is confused now. But I want you to remember that I will not be by your side in the next few days, except Besides Jingxiu, you must not reveal your memory problem to anyone..."

"This is not a game, but I have nothing wrong with you treating it as a game. It's just that even if it's just a game in your heart, I hope you can take it seriously."

Master Song stared at his serious expression for a while, then sighed, not knowing if he understood, just nodded and said: "Okay."

Song Shu knew that there would be no trouble if he agreed, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and coaxed: "I will see you again in a few days, why are you in a hurry?"

Master Song said sincerely: "A few days is not enough. There is a saying that a day away from you is like a year."

Song Shu laughed again: "Brother, where did you see so many love words?"

"It's not a love story."

Master Song touched his nose and added in a low voice: "...It's the truth."

Song Shu paused, pursed his lips and said, "It's quite likable."

Master Song: "Then do you like it?"

Song Shu sat up straight, hooked his neck and kissed him: "...I like it."

He also whispered in Master Song's ear, "I really like it."

The day I left Beijing was already in early May.

Yang Chuan will also go out with Master Song, and the position of commander of the city guard battalion will be vacant, and maybe two children from aristocratic families will be selected to succeed him, but Luo Fang has no such intention.

The second day after the decree was issued to approve Master Song's expedition, he turned his head and disbanded the moat battalion, saying that now that there are wars in all directions, he can't afford to support soldiers who are free to eat and drink.

Yang Chuan never thought that there would be such a development. Although Master Song took over the moat camp for three months, he was the one who took care of most of the camp, and he single-handedly brought the moat camp to what it is today.

It was not easy for the ruffian to look like a soldier, but he suddenly disbanded on the spot, one can imagine how uncomfortable he felt.

His original ambition was to serve the society, Ji, family and country, so he was obsessed with martial arts, and he wanted to transform the moat camp, and even wanted the great Zhou who was so rich and jaded to stand up again.

However, there are too many surprises in reality, and the home country he wants to be loyal to is not what he thinks.

On the day when the moat camp was disbanded, the soldiers were scattered, and he stood at the gate of the camp, standing silently, watching one soldier after another say goodbye to him.

As a result, Master Song patted him on the shoulder, smiled and motioned him to turn around.

Yang Chuan looked over.

Hundreds of men stood nervously behind him with their bags on their backs, as neat as those days when Yang Chuan forced them to stand at attention in a military posture.

The leader, Xiong Qidao: "My lords, you are going to march, can you take us with you?"

Master Song raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Xiong Qi scratched his head and said with a naive smile: "We are different from those brothers who have left, we are all idlers with nowhere to go, and we can only stay here to make a living under the care of the two adults. Now that the camp has dispersed, we He also became a loner.”

"We also learned a lot of rules in the camp, and we think they are still useful. The two adults are kind to us. If you don't dislike them... brothers are willing to follow around!"

The men behind him also echoed.

"Yes, the two adults are kind to us, why not follow the adults!"

"How dangerous it is to go to the border to fight! Brothers can serve as guards for the two adults, no money!"

"Yes, yes, yes, the two adults are good people, we can't just leave like this."

"indeed!"

Yang Chuan was silent for a moment, looking at Master Song. "I have no objection, it depends on Brother Song."

Master Song saw tears in his eyes.

He touched his nose and said, "It's not impossible. But..."

The light in Yang Chuan's eyes dimmed.

He said how could the expedition bring so many people there.

"but?"

"However, although the Song family is not as wealthy as before, they can still pay for meals for a few people."

Yang Chuan was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't laugh or cry: "Brother Song! Really?! Can you take them there?"

Master Song joked: "Their physique is very suitable for guards."

Yang Chuan was both surprised and delighted.

After his mother died in front of him, he was much calmer than before when he escaped, and he finally showed some joy today.

Although, this is completely different from what he remembered when the city guard camp replaced Jinyiwei and flourished.

Master Song patted him on the shoulder: "We're leaving tomorrow, pack everything up."

In order to show the dignity of a monarch, Luo Fang specially named Master Song the title of "General Hussars".

On the day of the expedition, Song Shu sent him all the way to the city gate.

Luo Fang knew that there were hundreds of people from the city guard battalion forming a team with them, but he acquiesced to this behavior, probably because he didn't want to offend Master Song for such a trivial matter before going out to the expedition.

However, what made Master Song speechless the most was that he actually put Xue Tong, the only son of Prime Minister Xue Jiong, into his team, saying that he wanted him to join the army and exercise his abilities.

Isn't this the one sent to monitor them?

They can only take a step back from each other, letting go of what both parties are doing.

The day before Yang Chuan took the team to wait for him outside the city, but today he was the only one out of the city.

Master Song walked very low-key. He came to the gate of the city early in the morning. There were not many people at the gate of the city, so he didn't let out any news.

He was leading the horse in the alley beside the city gate, listening to Song Shu's instructions, and answering twice from time to time.

Song Shu repeatedly told him these words the day before, probably to tell him to be careful not to expose his memory defects in front of anyone and so on.

The words were the same, serious and serious, talking about business matters, but he still listened patiently.

Even at the end, Master Song's eyes were filled with smiles, he looked down at him and said, "Little Shu, you don't want to part with me, do you?"

Song Shu raised his eyes to look at him, stretched out his hand and tugged at his skirt for a while, without changing his face: "Let's go, it's getting late."

Just as Master Song was about to say something, he suddenly caught a glimpse of another person standing on the other side, looking at this side quietly.

His eyes fell.

Song Shu noticed his strangeness, and looked back, but the alley was empty, he frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

Master Song withdrew his gaze, "It's all right."

"Then I'm leaving. You also play carefully."

Master Song grabbed his wrist, kissed him lightly on the lips, then embraced Song Shu, and whispered in his ear, "I'll wait for you to come to me."

He took a step back, let go of Song Shu, and led the horse towards the city gate.

Song Shu didn't come out, he wanted to go out from the other side of the alley.

When walking to the entrance of the alley, the horse's hooves stopped slightly, Master Song tilted his head, and smiled slightly at the person hiding behind the wall: "His Royal Highness."

The man paused, then lifted the hat, revealing Luo Fang's face, still with a familiar, spring-like smile: "Master Song... no, now that the camp is disbanded, there is no Master Song, so it should be called Song Master." General."

Master Song said: "Your Highness, come and see me off?"

Luo Fang didn't comment on his self-proclaimed "I", and didn't change his face: "General Song is going to leave, of course he has to send it off in person."

He knew when Master Song would leave, Master Song was not surprised, it was impossible for Song Shu not to be honest with Luo Fang about this, it seemed that they were too insincere.

It's just that Master Song suspects that after his sentence, he should actually add the sentence "If you leave, no one will grab Song's book from me", so as to be worthy of his nickname of "Green Tea".

Master Song smiled: "Then thank you, Your Highness. I hope that when you return to Beijing again, Your Highness will still be as close to me as he is now."

That is of course impossible.

Luo Fang didn't like to see him very much at first, not to mention that when he returns to Beijing, what awaits him will be killing donkeys, crossing rivers and demolishing bridges.

When he returns to Beijing, it will be time for you to die.

This is a fact that both parties know, so his words are particularly meaningful.

Although his memory is messed up, according to what Song Shu said, Master Song has been following the plot according to the reaction he should have. Even in acting, he is top-notch.

So Luo Fang didn't see anything strange about him, but instead his eyes darkened.

Master Song smiled and said, "Goodbye."

Song Shu was still looking at him behind him, but he didn't say any more.

He turned his head and came to the city gate, handed the documents to the soldiers guarding the city, and quickly followed the crowd out of the city.

When he got on his horse, Master Song looked back. This imperial city was still majestic and majestic. It is early morning, and after a few hours, it will be the same as before, with people coming and going, and it will become very bustling.

Just looking at the appearance, no one would have thought that just outside the city not far away, there were sick corpses of refugees all over the place, and the hospital was full of wailing and crying.

Thousands of miles away, there are three other cities that are already in dire straits, and the frontier defense of the third city is already in jeopardy.

However, the people in the imperial city still masked themselves, deceiving themselves and others.

Master Song took a last look at the direction of the alley, Luo Fang was nowhere to be seen, he only saw Song Shu's figure standing where he hadn't gone far away.

They looked at each other, then turned their eyes at the same time.

One left the alley, and the other rode his horse back and walked onto the Yaoyao official road.

Dawn has appeared on the horizon.

Although they run in opposite directions, they will always meet again soon.