After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Five days later, Handan.

This place is already close to the frontier, and there is still a distance from the Punan River. It is far away from the capital and is not suffering from the wars on the frontier. It lives in the middle of the land, and the disease has never spread to this place.

It was early summer, when the lotus was just blooming, and many young and beautiful women came to pick lotus by the river with their paddles. wait and see.

When the lotus-picking woman on the boat turned around, he raised his hand and whistled, very frivolously, pretending to be coquettish: "Little lady!"

As soon as he made the sound, the woman looked up at him, saw that it was a handsome young man, covered her lips and smiled lightly, and was about to respond when suddenly there was an exclamation from the crowd.

A thick-backed man with a body guard squeezed in from the outside: "Mr. Xue, we are going to find an inn to rest."

"I won't go!" The young man waved his hands dissatisfied, "Wherever your young master likes to go, I will stay here! He doesn't have a beautiful sister there!"

"Master Xue..." Xiong Qi wondered, "I offended you."

He reached out and was about to pick up the boy's back collar, but Xue Tong ducked down, and a sweeping leg almost tripped the man, and when he got up, he patted his trouser leg triumphantly: "Oh, you can't beat me now. "

"He can't beat you, but I can beat you."

Yang Chuan didn't know when Chu appeared behind him, and slapped him on the back, slapping him unexpectedly, and just about to fall to the ground, Yang Chuan raised his hand again, and lifted his back collar.

Xue Tong was younger than him, and a little shorter in stature, so he carried it like he was carrying a half-sized chicken, and the chicken was still very unconvinced, so he turned his head and stared at him viciously: "The ghosts linger! "

Yang Chuan: "Either come down and follow us obediently, or I will carry you all the time and choose by myself?"

Xue Tong knew that he couldn't beat him, and after resisting too many times to no avail, he finally didn't do any futile work this time, and his expression withered reluctantly: "...Can I choose neither?"

Yang Chuan said decisively, "No."

He was frightened by Xue Tong, and he fought with him dozens of times along the way, and he had already figured out that to deal with this guy, he must be suppressed by force, and he couldn't play with him, so he just kept his expressionless face Then they went back to the inn.

Xue Tong yelled, cried and made noises along the way, Yang Chuan insisted on ignoring him, and the man behind him admired him very much.

Master Song was sitting by the window eating food in a white robe, when he heard Xue Tong's wailing and wolf howling from downstairs, and heard Yang Chuan's voice coming upstairs, without turning his head, he said leisurely, "What is he doing again? "

"Look at pretty girls."

Yang Chuan let go of the man, straightened his clothes and sat opposite Master Song, "He said that we are all rough people, and he couldn't eat and didn't give him personal freedom."

Master Song laughed: "Mr. Xue can speak freely with just one mouth."

Xue Tong staggered and steadied his steps, and was about to run like oil on the soles of his feet, when three or four strong and strong men spontaneously blocked him, blocking his way like a copper wall and an iron wall.

Xue Tong: "..."

He turned around bitterly, and just as he was about to sit at the table to eat, Master Song stretched his legs and kicked his chair out casually, Xue Tong almost sat on all fours, and said angrily: "What are you doing surnamed Song?!"

Master Song said leisurely: "Didn't you say that seeing us rough guys not eating, it seems that the brothers are usually too kind to Mr. Xue. Since they don't eat, then don't eat."

Xue Tong said: "Bah! A hypocrite with a good face, he pretended to be personable and polite in front of Xiaoshu, and when he got out of the capital, he caught me and tried his best. How many days! Do you have a grudge against me?! I really don't understand that Xiao Shu is such a beautiful person, how can there be such a bullshit stepbrother like you..."

Yang Chuan got a headache when he heard him speak.

But Master Song replied very bluntly: "No matter how beautiful a beauty is, I am also his brother-in-law. Who are you to him? Let me mention another little book, not only you don't need to eat, but you don't need to lose your tongue."

Xue Tong raised his neck and said: "How dare you! My father is the prime minister! Do you think I'm afraid of you? If Xiaoshu knew your true face, how could he still recognize you as an elder brother! You are a despicable and shameless villain !"

"Bang" sound.

Xue Tong was startled, subconsciously stepped back two steps vigilantly.

Master Song put down his glass and didn't even look at him: "It's amazing to have a father? I have one too. My father is the king of Jingkang who is the first rank in the dynasty. At the top, he is a relative of the emperor who contributed to the founding of the country. At the bottom, there are good ministers and generals." Exhausted. To this day, the children and grandchildren are all over the world. If you want to fight your father and your life, you really can't fight me."

Xue Tong: "..."

Anyway, this is in the private room, and no one else can hear them talking, so Master Song is not worried about being overheard.

At the end, he just looked at Xue Tong slowly, and said with a smile: "It seems that Mr. Xue is not good at martial arts, nor is his eloquence. I have nothing to say? Practice more."

Yang Chuan couldn't help but said: "Still practicing? He can only say that he can't beat you, and if he practices again, he can turn the world upside down."

Master Song raised his eyebrows and took a sip of tea: "If you practice more, he won't be able to beat me."

"..."

Yang Chuan looked at Xue Tong's constipated expression, and said in a strange tone: "Brother Song, why do you bicker with him every day? Are you not tired? I am tired when I hear you are not tired."

"The journey is long," Master Song said leisurely, "it's too boring, it's good to listen to him talking all day long."

Xue Tong: "..."

He was about to swear again, when a sneer suddenly came from the window, the child's voice perfectly blended the two characteristics of clear and deep, forming an indistinguishable voice: "Brother, why are you still so indebted to beating? Look From the expression on this Mr. Xue's face, I think he is going to beat you."

"You can't even fight." Master Song replied, then turned to look at the boy in red clothes and long hair who looked like a porcelain doll by the window, and said with a smile, "Why don't you leave when there is a door? I just like learning Jingxiu to open the window?"

"Handsome." An Luan brushed her long hair as a matter of course.

Master Song laughed: "Why are you here? Is something going on in Beijing?"

"It's not just me, Master and Master Wu Min are here, and they're next door now, I just came to let you know."

Master Song was puzzled: "What are you all doing here?"

An Luan jumped out of the window and glanced expressionlessly at the strange Xue Tong: "Master has been wandering around to see if you need help. Aunt Bai...Aunt Bai has left Tianguang Temple, she Now it can’t be called no mercy.”

"leave?"

An Luan nodded: "She and Miao Hui made it clear that she would no longer be a teacher and student, and that she would never be a teacher and a student, and she would not care who she was loyal to. And..."

Seeing that he hesitated to speak, Master Song knew that Xue Tong was still there. He probably had something to say, so he waved his hand and said, "Xiong Qi, take Mr. Xue to practice in the room reserved for him. Keep an eye on him and don't let him go." He ran away."

Xue Tong: "! My surname is Song, I don't practice! You can't say anything in front of me! Is there some conspiracy! Let me tell you, don't try to murder me! My father is the prime minister! I—"

His voice stopped abruptly.

Yang Chuan clicked Xue Tong's dumb acupoint, and turned back very tiredly: "Brother Song, I really don't know how you can keep arguing with him. His mouth is like dozens of Monkey Kings in my head Making havoc in the Heavenly Palace is more terrifying than Tang Monk chanting the magic spell."

Master Song spread his hands: "It's been so many days, you still haven't gotten used to it?"

Yang Chuan shook his head helplessly: "I'll take him there to watch, you guys talk."

Mr. Xue Tong, who couldn't speak, was lifted by Yang Chuan's back collar again, and followed him out with staring eyes and unwillingness.

Several men also voluntarily withdrew from the private room.

The corners of An Luan's mouth twitched, his little face was full of indescribable words: "He has been so noisy?"

"It's always been like this," Master Song shrugged, "but it will be fine if you practice it for three or four hours."

An Luan was speechless: "I don't know what the prime minister wants to fortify him to enter the barracks, but also to borrow the hand of the prince... Looking at his martial arts, he seems to be worse than me, right? Isn't going to the barracks to die?"

"Soldiers in the barracks, which one is proficient in all [-] martial arts? They are all ordinary middle-aged men from ordinary families. Those who can stand out from ordinary soldiers are those with martial arts. People with martial arts, as long as they don't die, can survive. Achieve a reputation on the battlefield."

Master Song shook his head and said with a smile, "He is like this, he can't be a general, but he is more than enough to be a striker."

"Brother, you want to send him to be a striker?" An Luan was surprised, "Can the prime minister agree?"

"Otherwise?" Song Shifeng said lightly, "It's not a general who can achieve nothing. What do you do if you don't want to be a striker? If you want to achieve fame, who didn't start as a soldier who charged into battle?"

"I don't understand, brother, tell me," An Luan was a little confused, "Why did the prime minister let Xue Tong go out with him?"

"Don't understand?" Master Song glanced at him, "Why are you asking these questions? You don't go to court to be an official."

An Luan said confidently: "I'm curious! You tell me, and I'll tell you the news."

Master Song poured himself a cup of tea, and said helplessly, "The prime minister wants to keep his son safe, and he doesn't want him to stay in the capital which is in danger everywhere. Putting his son in my team and following us means putting his son in my hands." Got it right."

"But he didn't do me any favors. Xue Tong even has the identity of a prince's watcher on his head. Why should I treat him with a good face?"

Master Song sneered, "Even if he is really allowed to go to the battlefield to be a bayonet striker, whether he lives or dies is none of my business. If I can take him away, it is my kindness. The old fox has no right to do anything to me." .”

"He thought I would care about my reputation and protect Xue Tong, so I would definitely not let him die, but reputation is nothing to me." Master Song said leisurely, "His father blackmailed me for no reason, I won't Be polite to this kid."

An Luan said "oh", "I probably understand."

Master Song nodded: "What did you want to say just now?"

An Luan reached out and touched his sleeve, and took out a letter: "What I just wanted to say is that it is inconvenient for the second son to contact you, so he just sent us a letter saying that he has escaped from the capital, so you can rest assured , will speed up the time to join you.”