After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

"Then I have something to ask you," Xue Tong scratched his head, wondering, "What does Xiaoshu mean by not mentioning Yang Sanquan's family?"

An Luan: "You just stood here thinking about this for a long time?"

Xue Tong took it for granted: "Right? Otherwise - so do you know?"

"I know," An Luan glanced at him sideways, "but it's a family matter, why should I tell you? You have to ask yourself, I'm too embarrassed to gossip about people behind their backs."

"Hey, you stupid kid," Xue Tong was speechless, "You just think I'm a bully, so you don't want to tell me, right?"

An Luan turned around and walked out, "tss": "You are always a bully, I won't tell you what's wrong, do you have the ability to hit me?"

"If I hit you, I'll hit you. You think I won't dare to... Damn, don't run away!"

An Luan said: "I'm already walking very slowly, cripple. Why don't you follow me?"

Xue Tong limped and followed: "Why are you taking me?"

An Luan glanced at him: "What else can I do? Of course, I'm going to the military camp for training. You still want to renege on the bet you made with Brother Yang?"

"Go to the military camp for training?" Xue Tong said in shock, "I just sprained my foot, how can I teach?"

"It's none of my business. If you don't train, do you think you can get a head on the battlefield with your three-legged kung fu? It's fine if you don't send your head out."

An Luan has learned ten percent of Master Song's poisonous tongue.

He walked forward with his hands behind his back, and taught him a lesson like a little adult: "Besides, what happened to the foot injury? In the battle on the battlefield, people broke their arms and legs, don't they still have to pick up the knife and continue fighting? Just twist it, Is it a leg missing or a tendon broken? Isn’t the head still properly placed on the neck, it’s as hypocritical as a girl.”

An Luan said contemptuously: "Brother is right, you are indeed born to be a princess. If you walk around the martial arts arena, who can you beat with your thin arms and legs? Believe it or not if you specify that you can't even beat me? "

The word "princess" is what Xue Tong hates most now, and he said angrily, "Who can beat you, you little brat?! Go if you can! Let's fight!"

"I'm not going to fight with you," An Luan shrugged and said with a smile, "You're too good at it, let Big Brother Xiong and the others work harder to fight with you."

Xue Tong was half dead with anger.

These people around Master Song were born to restrain him, right? !

After the battle outside Yizhou City, Da Zhou successfully recaptured Yizhou and Yuanzhou. Shan Yuye led his troops to escape and retreated to the other side of the moat outside Jiangzhou City. They face each other across the Yangtze River.

In the next month, the Zhou army fought many battles with the Southern Xinjiang army, large and small. The cause of the war was all from the southern border. The number of people occupies an absolute advantage, and it cannot withstand such consumption.

Every time is a miserable victory.

Xue Tong was imprisoned in the barracks and trained with Xiong Qi and others for half a month. When he went to the battlefield for the first time, his legs were weak and he didn't take anyone's head.

Counting the number of people after the war, Yang Chuan failed to count anyone else, his face turned pale with fright, and finally found Xue Tong, who was trembling and unable to recover from the pile of dead people.

It turned out that this guy was so frightened by the bloody scene that he didn't dare to go forward to kill people. He was pushed and shoved by the soldiers behind him, and fell to the ground accidentally.

Yang Chuan listened to him trembling and talking for a long time, and finally his eyes turned red. The young master Xue, who had been in the air every day, was half paralyzed on the ground and couldn't get up. He cried with snot and tears, and hugged him. The pant legs shouted to go home.

Yang Chuan paused, and said coldly: "Look at the bloody soldiers in the battalion, which one of them is more noble than you? They are all much better than you, at least they will not be a shameful deserter. I have long As I said, your status as a young master is worthless in the face of troubled times."

"If you want others to remember your identity, you have to rely on your own ability. If you can't do anything like this, even if you return to Beijing, you want others to think that the only son of the prime minister is a man who can only show off his words and can scare you when he goes to the battlefield. A wimp out of trousers?"

Yang Chuan's hands were covered in blood in order to dig him out of the pile of dead people.

He got up, pulled out the barrel of the gun on the side, the sharp tip of the gun was still dripping with blood, pointed to the pile of bloody corpses, which could no longer be distinguished from the enemy's or ours, and said: "Whether it will be immortal or stinking forever, you decide for yourself." .”

Xue Tong cried like hell: "Can't you choose both?"

Yang Chuan was silent for a moment, put away the gun, turned and left.

"You choose your own path, you make your own bet. There is no room for regret."

"The next time you run away from battle, I'll make a big mistake for you. You can just go back to the capital by yourself."

Xue Tong's sobs gradually became smaller.

In the distance, the smoke of wolves is everywhere, and the sky is dizzy at dusk.

Troubled times have already arrived, but he is still intoxicated in the golden cage of his noble son, weaving a dream with the prosperity of the past, and he still draws the ground as a prison, unwilling to wake up.

Master Song's memory was damaged, and it took Song Shu a lot of effort to explain the current situation to him. Fortunately, this time Master Song didn't self-hypnotize and forget after hearing it. He knew that he had lost his memory and cooperated very well. After understanding the current situation, Quickly adapt to the current status.

Everything else is doing fine, it's just...

There's just one thing that he refuses to accept.

In his current memory, Song Shu and him only have a brotherhood - a really pure and flawless kind of brotherhood.Suddenly letting him know that he was with the younger brother whom he had grown up with, Master Song felt that it was good that he didn't split up on the spot.

Song Shu understood that he needed time to buffer, but he didn't expect Master Song to be so terrific that he moved directly to the study to sleep, and refused to sleep in the same room with him.

Song Shu saw him coming to the room to pack his things, so he kept his head silent and turned his head to ask him, "Brother, do you not believe what I say?"

Master Song picked up a set of quilts and shook his head when he heard that, "No."

"Then why did you want to share a room with me?" Song Shu raised his eyebrows and said, "You just told me earlier that you would be responsible for me."

Master Song took two steps back, and subconsciously argued: "I...I will be responsible, but, before I recover my memory, it's better for us to separate."

Song Shudao: "Why? Brother is afraid that if I eat you, you will fail?"

Master Song blushed and murmured, "Who said no?" and then stopped talking.

Song Shu was amused, stretched out his hand and hooked his fingers, signaling Master Song to take two steps forward.

Master Song hesitated, and took two steps forward holding the quilt. The next second, his neck tightened, and he was forced to lower his head and look at him——Song Shu hooked his collar, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes were full of tears. It was a smile: "What's there to be afraid of? Two big men, no matter what, you won't suffer, brother."

Master Song bent down and looked at this beautiful face so close, feeling that his energy and blood were not flowing smoothly, he said vaguely: "In short... not good."

"What's wrong?"

Song Shu held his face in the other hand, raised his head slightly, and made a gesture to kiss him. As soon as their lips touched each other, Master Song, who was fascinated by the beauty, finally came back to his senses. Immediately, he straightened up suddenly in fright, and broke free from him. hand: "What are you doing?!"

Song Shu's hand fell in mid-air, he stuck out his tongue and licked the corners of his bright red lips, squinted his eyes slightly, and said with a three-colored smile, "Kiss you forcefully."

Song Shimeng blinked, looked at him for a moment with shame and indignation, and said in a low voice, "Ridiculous!"

How did the cute and cute little book become so, so...

Song Shu didn't know what he was thinking, and tilted his head to look at him when he heard the words: "My brother is very calm in front of outsiders, and you still don't allow Mr. Xue to get close to me, isn't it a taste?"

"Why did you act like a chaste and strong woman once I kissed you? It's as if I've treated you lightly. You've done a lot of things like this before."

Master Song stuttered and said: "In the past...that was before I lost my memory, but now that I have lost my memory, you can't be so frivolous anymore! You have to be more serious, otherwise...otherwise I won't have time to get down to business when I see you from now on."

"Then what does it matter to me?" Song Shu chuckled, "Brother has no time to do business when he sees me? You didn't say such things before when you didn't lose your memory. It sounds quite... pleasant."

Master Song couldn't say anything to refute.

No matter how many words he said, he finally ran away in a hurry with the quilt in his arms.

Song·Innocent Youth·Teacher vs. Shang Song·Experienced·Book: In the second round, another complete defeat.

No matter what happened afterwards, Master Song refused to go back to live. Every time he saw Song Shu, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, which made Song Shu very novel for a while.

During this period of time, wars and wars continued, and Song Shu was not idle. He wrote a few letters and sent them to the residences of several local wealthy nobles in the name of Master Song.

After discussing and exchanging for several days, the other party finally agreed to cooperate with the government to open a warehouse to help the people. Although the relief was only for a period of time, in just half a month, the scale of the Detachment of Women's Army has been able to accomplish things, and there are three other governments. Help, and then gradually no need for relief.

After a month like this, the officials sent by the capital to take over the prefect of Guanzhou finally arrived and took their place.

Master Song didn't hold a reception banquet to welcome him. Although he lost his memory, he also learned from Song Shu that this Luo Fang was not a good person.

After delaying for such a long time, and waiting for the affairs of Guanzhou, and then sending someone to take over their credit and enjoy the benefits, I never thought about whether Guanzhou would survive until today if they hadn't tried their best to plan a lot.

However, they didn't want to provoke this bad luck, but the newly appointed magistrate was not one to wink, he directly blocked the gate of the government office, and brought the emperor's oral order.

At that time Master Song was about to leave the residence, and bumped into him.

The magistrate, surnamed Li Shanfu, was a very kind-looking middle-aged man in his forties and teens. When he saw him, he greeted him with a smile and said that the emperor had an order to bring him to him.

Master Song raised his eyebrows and said indifferently, "Oh? What did your majesty say?"

His tone was very casual, but Li Danfu was not angry, and maintained a smiling face and said, "Your Majesty was very worried when you heard that the general condoned some unruly people to build a women's army... I hereby ask the general to tell the general that a group of women can't make a big deal after all. , don’t focus on unimportant things, it’s better to worry more about the war.”