[full-time master] short story

Wen Qing said that he was going to the town to run some errands, so he left Song Qiying to eat alone.After lunch, he rested for a while, and when he was bored, he went to the courtyard of the village, preparing to do a set of long fists to digest his food—only to find that the positions of the two flower guns on the weapon rack were different from yesterday.Others might not be able to find out about this, but after all, Song Qiying's temperament is five points like their military adviser Zhang Xinjie, and he pays more attention to those things that are asymmetrical - half of the tassel on the left flower gun is missing, this is his first incident. I discovered it after entering the martial arts field one day.But which servant turned two guns upside down while cleaning?Song Qiying thought so, but still didn't take it to heart.

At the end of dinner, Han Wenqing came back from the town.I don't know what good thing happened, and his expression seemed to soften a little. He took the initiative to talk about military affairs with Song Qiying, and told General Xiao Song not to waste time, and to go home this morning to Cheng Huan's parents' knees, and don't miss the New Year's Eve.

Song Qiying finally regained the feeling of being scolded in front of the master back then, agreed one by one, and said: "The old brothers around me are asking you when will you marry me a teacher's wife."

Having said this, Song Qiying was actually ready to continue being scolded.Unexpectedly, Han Wenqing's face calmed down again - even, it looked a little benevolent.

General Han Da said: Let them stop worrying about this matter.I've already done it.

Song Qiying hadn't recovered from the shock of "Master's complexion is still so good", and the words "it's done" completely made her mind go blank.He hung the fried pork with shredded bamboo shoots between his chopsticks, and it took him a long time to realize that it landed in his rice bowl.

Why, why have I never seen...

He has a thin face.

Han Wenqing concluded with a simple three-word conclusion, obviously not going to say anything further.

Song Qiying was so shocked by the news that he didn't know what he had for the rest of the meal. He said goodnight to his master like a wandering soul (he was told by General Han again not to miss the journey and go home to see his parents as soon as possible), like a wandering soul. walked back to his house.

Why, why never see it? ? ?

Lying on the bed, Song Qiying tossed and turned, unable to figure out how Master "had already done it".Just say that at the border, no one wrote to General Han except for the emperor rewarding this person who will come to seal the imperial edict tomorrow.

...So, this is the young lady from the Jiangnan region that Master found after he retired?

Song Qiying racked her brains, but she couldn't think of the appearance of the master and the lady in the red scarf visiting the church, let alone which delicate lady could stand up to the murderous look of the master.Not to mention, for such a big matter, the neighbors must have some news, and it is impossible to keep the army in the dark?

In the end, he tossed and turned on the bed and didn't fall asleep until midnight. Instead, he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to put on his clothes and go to the kitchen to find something to eat.As soon as he walked halfway, he heard a sound from the study.

In an instant, all the previous details - the missing orange on the table, the flower gun on the weapon rack, and the fact that the master went out in the morning - were all connected together in Song Qiying's mind, forming a big word "there is a thief". .Immediately, he became angry from the bottom of his heart, thinking that this little thief dared to steal from General Tyranny Han because of his ignorance, and he saw that I would not teach you a lesson for Master—so he quietly walked over At the door of the study, he kicked the door open when he shouted "Where are you running?"

It turned out not to be the case.

His master, General Han, was pressing a man on the table.

The clothes of the two of them were still wearing—unfortunately, they were already a little crumbling.The man's hair was half messed up, his face was still stained red, he turned to see him, and said: "Hey, why didn't you tell me that Xiao Song is here?"

Song Qiying blinked and blinked again, and finally he was sure that he was not mistaken - that man was the late emperor Ye Xiu whom he once met with his master, who abdicated three years ago and went to roam the world.

So, this is—?

At this time, General Han finally turned his head.With just one glance, Song Qiying immediately said "I'm sorry" and immediately closed the door and crossed half of the villa in an instant with the fastest footwork, only to find that she had run past and slowly groped back to her guest room in the dark.

When Song Qiying went to bid farewell the next day, it was Ye Xiu and Han Wenqing who sent him off together.Master has become the black-faced god from the first day again, and the black air hanging over his head can almost be seen with the naked eye.Ye Xiu was always smiling, and said Xiao Song, it's not easy for you to travel so far, why are you going home today?Ah, your parents miss their son, yes, yes, you should go home early to be filial to your parents.Well, you don't need to worry about your master, I'm here to watch him,...

As a result, Han Wenqing glared at him: Who keeps running around and never comes home?

Ye Xiu then shut up.

Song Qiying secretly wiped off his sweat, said a few more words to be careful, and left in a hurry.He rode until he was halfway, when it occurred to him——

Of the two, the thin-faced one can't actually be the master, right?

This association made him shiver fiercely, so he hurried on his horse and ran all the way home in the warm winter sun.However, in the village not far away, someone was practicing the suona for the competition to welcome the gods, and it was even more noisy and joyous, which only rendered the winter into a three-point spring.

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14. [Double Flower] Horizontal Blowing Song

一

When Zhang Jiale was young, his arrow skills were so good that he harmed the birds and beasts in the surrounding ten miles and eight villages.He was nicknamed Yan Guo Plucking Mao.

Zhang Jiale said, why do I sound so unkind.

The elementary school students in the village shook their heads and chewed their words, saying yes and no, the geese fly by, the wild geese fly by;Goose plucking feathers means that when wild geese fly by, you can pluck a feather no matter how bad you are.

Zhang Jiale's eyes widened, brother, I clearly shot a hundred steps through the Yang with the right arrow, what happened to knocking down Lingzi?Come on, let me show you.

The elementary school coughed and coughed twice, saying that although a gentleman will shoot if he does not fight, it is also necessary not to take risks and not stand under a dangerous wall.After all, he disappeared in a flash.

Later, the people in the village thought together that Zhang Jiale was very good at archery. Seeing that all the wild geese had been hunted down, we couldn't catch all the wild geese. We must continue to develop, right?Just in time for the county to post a large notice in black and white, saying that there is a shortage of talented defenders in the state, and now urgently recruit young and strong men who are innocent, young and vigorous, good at riding and shooting, or able to dance with a big knife, who is very good at martial arts , Those who can be selected will be rewarded with two coins.

So the village head co-authored the elementary school research and went to find Zhang Jiale.Those who study elementary school also read the notice, saying that Brother Jiale is a great talent and should not be wasted. The so-called literary and martial arts are sold to the emperor's house. When the sun and the moon are gone, they will say that they will not be with me when the sun and the moon pass, let alone the old man himself. I sigh that I am so and so on Kawakami...

Zhang Jiale looked up at the sky, not knowing how much he had listened to, and finally asked the elementary student: "Two coins?"

After all, the elementary school is really gentle and sweeping the floor, so at least I suppressed a lot of truth:

Well, two dollars.

So it was decided.

two

On the day Zhang Jiale rode to the state capital, many people from the village came to see him off.Zhang Jiale felt high-spirited, whipped his horse and went all the way.

Only when I arrived at the state capital did I know how powerful it was.

He has always been used to being wild in the countryside, and he has never seen such a big city.There are many groceries in the city, there are gun racks outside the blacksmith's shop, colorful silks and satins are placed on the cabinets in the silk shop, and there are many colorful piles of candied fruit stalls along the street.I went to the tea house hungry, and a bowl of Yangchun noodles cost five big bucks.

Zhang Jiale felt a little melancholy for a moment, thinking that hunting geese in the countryside was more fun.But after careful calculation, since he has come, if he doesn't earn the two coins, it's not suitable at all.

So that afternoon, General Sun went to look for the recruitment examination, and he saw such a man, neither helmet nor armor, wearing a soft back, a large flowery belt tied around his waist, and a bow on his back, looking black. Not good.After riding a horse, he also looked old, weak, sick, and very weak.

Sun Zheping wondered if it would be alright if everyone got in here.At the same time as the colonel's field three drums were beating, it was the young man's turn to appear.He patted the horse and started to run, trampling the horse's hooves, sending up a cloud of smoke and dust on the school grounds.The young man stretched out his hand to draw the bow, and twirled the three arrows with the other hand. They rested on the string very naturally and easily, and he didn't know how to aim. In an instant, the arrows rushed past like meteors and fireworks, leaving behind a hollow tremor of the bowstring.

The elongated voice of the flag officer came from the other end: Three shots make three——

Sun Zheping forgot to sit down.Until the young man rode to the other side with a horseshoe, turned around and saw a person who looked like a military officer poking stupidly in the stands of the school grounds.

——It can be seen that the first impressions of the two of them are somewhat different.

After the bow and arrow competition that day, there was a martial arts competition as usual.There is no need for real knives and guns in the martial arts competition, but a felt is tied to the head of the gun barrel, and it is covered with white ash.Zhang Jiale was really unambiguous, he played three games in a row, and poked a lot of points on others, but he was still clean, and none of them.Zhang Jiale was very happy, he felt that he played well, and he saw that he had won two coins.At this time, I saw the stupid military officer on the stage who didn't know how to sit down just now came over and said:

Play a game with me.

The person who came up was Sun Zheping.Naturally, he didn't carry any pistols that he couldn't use on this occasion, so he picked up a felt-tipped gun from the side and threw a gunshot in his hand.

Zhang Jiale thought, the recruiting officer has worked very hard.He wasn't nervous at all, he shook his gun and put on a posture.

So for the first time, the little overlord Zhang Jiale, who was invincible all over ten miles and eight villages, was beaten to the ground like this.The sky is blue, the clouds are white, a group of wild geese are flying south, Zhang Jiale looks at the wild geese