Comprehensive film and television: Passerby A, she is beautiful and cool

"Who are you? Why are you in the military camp?" The young version of Song Mo stopped swinging his knife and stood there staring at Qin Changsheng.

"I am who I am. The reason I am in the military camp is because my master brought me here." Qin Changsheng wore a men's robe for convenience. Along the way, Yuan Qi kept telling him that if the emperor knew, his head would be in danger.

Qin Changsheng always covered his ears and closed his eyes, thinking about the terrible slavery society.

"You and your master? Are you also going to join the army to resist the bandits?" Song Mo wanted to be like his uncle, a great general admired by everyone, and drive out all the bandits.

"Hmm? He can only be considered a military advisor who gives advice, not a soldier." On the way here, Qin Changsheng asked the old man why he had to travel thousands of miles to Futing, and learned the reason.

After all, trying to spy on fate will shorten one's life. The old man can only live for one hand. In his words, one should fulfill fate and leave the rest to human will, but the premise is to leave the rest to human will.

"Are you here to be a military advisor?" Song Mo looked at Qin Changsheng's fair and clean little face, and he was indeed suitable to be a military advisor who gave advice behind the scenes.

"It's not me, it's my master. I don't have such a smart brain. The principle I believe in is to do things instead of talking." After saying that, Qin Changsheng pointed to the pot in the kitchen.

"Confused."

"what?"

After a while, a faint smell of burnt food wafted out. Song Mo hurriedly ran in and opened the pot, and a thick smoke hit his face.

"Cough cough cough cough."

"It's a complete mess~" After the smoke dissipated, only black lumps of charcoal-like stuff remained at the bottom of the pot.

"You little brat, I told you to make a cooking pot and you burned it!" Jiang Meisun, who had finished talking with Xuan Chen, came over and saw a pretty little girl standing next to his nephew, wearing men's clothes?

"This is the master's last disciple."

"Hmm." Xuan Chen hummed. Seeing Qin Changsheng's slightly gloating expression on his face, he walked over and tapped her on the head: "Don't gloat over this misfortune. You are much worse than them."

Qin Changsheng covered his head and stuck out his tongue guiltily after hearing Xuan Chen's words. This scene was seen by Song Mo who was standing next to him. How could this man actually do such a thing as entering a girl's house?

Xuan Chen served in the Dingguo Army camp for half a month, helping the Dingguo Army capture many towns and lakes around Futing, large and small.

The emperor was overjoyed and came personally to present gifts to the Duke of Dingguo and announce his achievements.

"I heard that the master accepted a closed disciple. Could it be this girl?"

Girl doll?

Song Mo held the two swords that had just been bestowed by the emperor, and repeated a sentence in his heart. When he saw Qin Changsheng standing next to Xuan Chen, he was stunned in an instant as if he was struck by lightning.

Not only has he been holding someone's hand and running around these past few days, but they've also been practicing and training with each other frequently. And she's actually a girl!

"Qingyuan, come and see His Majesty."

"Qing Yuan pays homage to His Majesty. Long live His Majesty."

"He looks about the same age as your nephew."

After saying this, everyone silently compared the two of them. Only Xuan Chen flicked his whisk and said, "Only one day apart."

"Sir, what do you mean?"

"My disciple's birthday is only one day away from the young master's."

"What a fate!"

Only one day left! Song Mo stood there in a daze, while Qin Changsheng calmly watched the adults talk for a long time.