After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

Almost everyone in the streets and alleys, on the streets and at the end of the street, is discussing this matter.

The news spread so fast, thanks to the children in the city.

That day, Luo Jiao found Bai Lan and the two of them talked about the matter, and An Luan, who was bored, just happened to hear it, and happily said that she would go to the porridge with her.

Then he was stalked by the children of the city.

He is beautiful and young, Luo Jiao is seventeen after all, no matter how kind he is, there is always a generation gap with these children... Cough, anyway, An Luan managed to become a child in the city by virtue of her age advantage and good looks. king.

Although An Luan is actually not very happy to be the king of the kids.

The news of Luo Jiao's recruitment of women to join the army gradually spread from the mouths of these children.

No matter how shocking this matter sounds to the world, Luo Jiao never wavered in her determination to create the Women's Army. Besides, Master Song never spoke out against it, and the soldiers in the army couldn't discuss it too much, and even helped put up notices.

Besides, on the front line, Song Shishen is the main general, so naturally he doesn't need to personally fight the enemy every time, otherwise there are so many things in the barracks, he will be exhausted, so Zhao Xuan and Xu Tian led the troops these two times.

Xu Tian was shrewd and experienced, unlike Zhao Xuan who was too young and only knew how to rush forward. He deployed several plans on the spot, and finally directly broke into Yuanzhou's military camp lair by means of a counterattack.

Surprisingly, Shan Yuye ran away with his own soldiers early.

This battle was fairly well fought. At any rate, within five days, both Yuanzhou and Yizhou successfully regained Dazhou.

When the army entered the city for inspection, Master Song accompanied them, and what they saw was smoke all over the place. When the common people saw them, their eyes were full of surprise, or their hearts were ashamed.

The people's livelihood in Yuanzhou is not much better than that in Guanzhou.

But because of the epidemic and war, all of Guanzhou ran away, and no one in Yuanzhou had time to escape. How could it be...

Zhao Xuan was most concerned about these things. Not long after the prefect of Yuanzhou welcomed them into the mansion, he sent his own soldiers to inquire about them. After a while, the personal soldiers came to report: "Most of the people in the city have been poisoned by Gu poison."

It's Gu poison again.

Master Song sighed.

"It is said that after Shan Yuye entered the customs, he sent people to arrest all the young and middle-aged men in the city, fed Gu poison to all the people, and enslaved them to work with their wives and children..."

There are even more excessive ones, the soldier paused for a while, showing his unbearable face.

Let people stand on the cannon and walk, and they are not allowed to fall, otherwise women and children will be arrested, cramped and skinned in front of them...

So far, the disease has spread in the city, causing countless deaths and injuries. Almost all the young and middle-aged men could not bear the pain, and the entire army was wiped out.

Several people's faces sank like water.

Song Shu was standing next to Master Song wearing a bamboo hat. Hearing this, he raised his hand in the deadly silence, signaling that the soldiers could retreat.

Zhao Xuan was the first to stand up with fists clenched, his face full of anger: "Shan Yuye! Why did you tell him to run away!!!"

Xu Tian silently bowed his head and said nothing.

Shan Yuye ran away with his people, not only ran away, but also returned to the base camp in southern Xinjiang unharmed, still eyeing Jiangzhou with covetous eyes.

But the current situation is obviously not the time to talk about these things. Master Song rubbed his brows, and ordered Xu Tian to still be in charge of deploying the defenses in the city. Yang Chuan went to visit Minsheng, sent someone to inquire about the situation, and left the porridge and medicine to Zhao Xuan. .

"By the way," Master Song suddenly remembered, "There is a man named Xue Tong in your camp... Cook, remember to bring him out and ask him to help cook the medicine, don't let him run away."

After ignoring this kid for so many days, it's time to find him some work.

Zhao Xuan didn't know why, but he still clasped his hands together.

Several people retreated quickly, only Yang Chuan walked at the end, looked back at the two of them, hesitantly said: "Brother Song."

Master Song turned his head: "What's the matter?"

Yang Chuan hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "It's okay..."

He left with his front feet, and Luo Jiao came in with his back feet. Song Shu lifted the hat, looked at Master Song, turned around and asked, "Are you ready?"

Luo Jiao dressed up as a village girl and turned into a weak teenager girl. She changed her original appearance with medicine juice. Although she was still very beautiful, she was completely different from her real appearance.

She nodded eagerly: "Naturally, I have been waiting for several days."

Song Shu said lightly: "This is your own choice, I just hope you don't regret it."

Luo Jiao waved her hand nonchalantly: "Okay, okay, I know, brother, you have said it several times, I am not really powerless, don't worry, I will come back safe and sound."

Song Shu sighed helplessly: "Forget it...you can go."

He was silent for two seconds, but still said: "Be careful, if you are discovered, don't stay longer, come back as soon as possible."

Master Song added: "Remember to send a signal when you ask for help."

Luo Jiao smiled: "Okay, I remember everything. Not much to say, I'm leaving."

She turned and left, and when she reached the door, Song Shu called her: "Wait."

Song Shu stepped forward, raised his sleeves under the eyes of the two, exposed the needle sheath on his wrist, untied it and handed it to Luo Jiao, saying, "I smeared poison on the needle, and it killed you with one blow. You don't have any weapons, and you are alone. It's too dangerous—for your self-defense."

Luo Jiao took it and was stunned for a moment.

Song Shu patted her arm: "Remember to come back properly, the needle cover has to be returned to me."

Luo Jiao couldn't laugh or cry: "Brother, where did you come from..."

Master Song said leisurely, "I gave it to you."

Song Shu glanced at him and said nothing.

Luo Jiao suddenly realized: "No wonder you said you would return it to you, okay, thank you brother, I will try my best to bring it back."

She turned her head and said to Master Song: "Hey, Mr. Song, I will leave my brother to you. Take good care of him. I don't want to see my brother lose a hair when I come back..."

Master Song was speechless: "Okay, okay, I still need you to say, I have taken good care of your brother after you have been away for so many years - hurry up and go."

Luo Jiao snorted, put away the needle sheath, opened the door and left.

Most of the Gu poison in Guanzhou City has been cleared, and with the help of the prefects of Yuanyi and Zhouzhou, the problem of food and clothing was quickly solved.

Among the three prefectures, only Yi prefecture had some young and middle-aged laborers left, and the remaining two prefectures were all old, young, women and children, among which the situation in Yuan prefecture was the most dire.

Many women have seen the current situation clearly, no matter what the outside world is talking about, they have signed up to join the army in twos and threes, and the Women's Army has begun to take shape.

In the past few days of recapturing Yuanzhou, perhaps too many things were disturbed, and Master Song's memories became more and more chaotic.

After finally agreeing on the next battle plan, Master Song was exhausted when he returned to the prefect of Guanzhou, and he felt relieved by holding Song Shu.

The two of them didn't do anything, they just lay on the bed and talked one after another.

"Headache?"

"Well, it's been a bit lately," Master Song said in a muffled voice, "It's probably because I'm going to restore my memory... You can chat with me, you can talk about anything."

Song Shu asked him: "Zhao Xuan and Xu Tian..."

Master Song had a headache again: "Don't talk about business matters with me. We talk too much about business matters during the day. Relax and talk about other things."

"Okay," Song Shu said helplessly, "Then Xue Tong has been restless lately? Didn't he cause trouble?"

"Flowers before the moon, beautiful scenery on a beautiful day, a great time," Master Song sighed, "Why do you always mention such disturbing things?"

He bit Song Shu's earlobe: "In the middle of the night, you really shouldn't talk about my love rival in front of me."

Master Song was not strong, and Song Shu's ears were itchy from being bitten by him. He hid for a while, and said with a smile: "This is not okay, and it shouldn't be. Then brother, what are you talking about? Just now you said that you can talk about anything you want."

"Stop chatting," Master Song got angry, and lifted the quilt, stuffing both of them in, "Sleep."

"Brother, do you want to sleep or do you want to sleep with me?" Song Shu stretched out his hand to stop his movement, and smiled, "Aren't you tired?"

"Not tired," Master Song grabbed his wrist with his backhand and accused him, "You are too confused, I don't want to chat with you anymore."

Song Shudao: "It's clear that I'm the one talking with you - I don't understand the style, so do you?"

Master Song thought he didn't move, so he lowered his head and bit his lip, "Isn't this the solution?"

Song Shu was speechless.

The "style" understood by his brother turned out to be his clothes.

Master Song kissed him and stopped him from talking.

"It is better to comfort with actions than to comfort with words."

The tails of Song Shu's eyes were red, and the sobs were blocked in his throat, leaving only a low gasp.

Because the military is busy these days, they haven't made out for a long time.

A man who hasn't had sex for a long time is full of energy.

The night is long, the clouds are turning and the rain is turning.

Song Shu was tormented by him until the middle of the night before falling into a deep sleep. Master Song carried him to wash him up, and just as he put him back on the bed, his temples jumped.

Master Song's breath was stuck in his throat, and the memories in his mind were chaotic, with one segment mixed with another, and the picture was chaotic, which disturbed his originally calmed down state of mind.

He said that the headache was not a lie, but he didn't dare to reveal too much in front of Song Shu, fearing that he would be worried, and knowing that he couldn't hide it from him, so he simply pretended that the symptoms were mild.

In fact, sleeping with Song Shu these few nights, he kept his eyes open almost all night, did not have a good night's sleep, and was afraid that Song Shu would find out, so he often came back very late.

He also went to the doctor, but the doctor couldn't explain why, after Bai Lan knew about his situation, he guessed that it might be because he changed his soul too frequently, which caused damage to his soul.

There is no cure, and we can only wait for a slow recovery.

But in the past so many days, there has never been a headache attack like today. The pain was so painful that he wanted to hit the wall with his head, and even his breathing stopped.

He kept bending over, propped his hands on the bed, his forehead was bruised, sweat kept falling, his eyes were blurred, and he was afraid of waking Song Shu up, so he had to slowly straighten up, lift the quilt and sit on the bed. On the bed, leaning against the head of the bed, trying to relieve the bone-eroding pain.

Song Shu moved beside him, Master Song's heart trembled, he turned his head and blew out the light.

Song Shu muffled: "Brother..."

Master Song held his hand, suppressed his panting in the dark, and tried his best to whisper: "Sleep."

Song Shu tiredly opened his eyelids, stretched out his arms to hug him, got into his arms, and soon fell silent again.

Master Song endured it for almost a quarter of an hour. Seeing his breathing calm down, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. His tense nerves relaxed, as if a tendon had broken in his brain. There was a blank in an instant, and the pain disappeared without a trace.

He closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep, but his brows were still furrowed.

The next day was bright.

Master Song was dazzled by the sunlight coming in from the window, and frowned uncomfortably.

Someone knocked on the door: "Brother! Get up quickly! Something happened to Xue Tong!"

Xue Tong?

Song Shu fell into a drowsy sleep. Hearing this, he woke up a little bit. He stretched out his hand and pushed Master Song who was hugging him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother."

Master Song slowly opened his eyes, he was confused for a moment, and then turned to Song Shu in his arms.

Looking at each other, Master Song seemed to freeze.

An Luan was still knocking on the door persistently: "Brother! Get up!"

Song Shu realized that he was wrong, frowned and waved his hand in front of his eyes: "Brother?"

Master Song's eyes swept over the white arm that he took out from the quilt, and as if he saw some monsters and ghosts, he was shocked, and quickly pushed him away and sat up: "Who are you?!"

Song Shu: "..."

Master Song panicked, almost rolled and fell down on the bed, stammering, "Why are you on my bed?! You... what did you do to me?"

This appearance, like a woman from a good family whose innocence has been tarnished, makes people laugh and cry.

Song Shuban sat up, feeling sore and weak all over his body, he was angry and helpless and said: "Brother, stop making trouble, I shouldn't ask you, what did you do to me?"

Master Song glanced at his exposed white shoulders, and saw that his slender neck was covered with bruises, hurriedly lowered his head to look at himself, and found that he was wearing a middle coat, he just let out a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the scratches on his arms and the red marks on his chest: "..."

Song Shu leaned against the bed, watched his expression change from "shocked, shocked and unbelievable" to "I'm cracked", and lazily said, "Why is brother looking at me like that?"

Master Song's face was green and pale: "You, what did you call me?"

"Brother," Song Shu tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, "what's the matter?"

Master Song carefully sized him up and said in shock, "You...you are Xiaoshu?"

Song Shu saw his expression that didn't seem to be fake, and slowly narrowed his eyes.

Anyone who has a flirt with a person can't have any good face when the other person wakes up but turns his face and refuses to recognize him. Song Shu was not very happy at first, but now his thoughts became clear. After looking at him for a while, he suddenly said: "Brother , do you remember who you are and where is this?"

Master Song hesitated for a moment, and recognized him as Song Shu, but then thought of what the two of them had done last night when they hugged each other just now, and hesitated again: "...I naturally remember, why are you asking this? Yes Now, although Xiaoshu looks like you, but he is still young, he is still a little different from you—"

The more Master Song said, the more reasonable he became, his voice raised a bit, and he stood up and stared at him vigilantly:

"You are not Xiaoshu, who are you?"