After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

In front of outsiders, after all, it is not easy to say too much, Yang Chuan replied like a cannonball, and realized that it was too embarrassing for the public, so he stopped talking, and carried him to the mansion with a livid face.

Zhao Xuan shook his head.

Song Shu asked him to deal with that little bastard, and then went back home together.

Xue Tong was furiously scolded by Yang Chuan, and he staggered back while being carried by him, very unhappy.

Seeing Song Shu next to him, he asked him for help again: "Little book, save me! This reckless man doesn't understand anything! I want my father to tell the emperor that he confiscated your common people's house and said that I am uneducated. I also think that your parents are destined to be blind to raise such a reckless man like you—"

Yang Chuan held the back of his hand and his veins bulged, and he had already endured to the limit.

The word family is his backlash.

Song Shu interrupted him softly: "Mr. Xue, don't say a few words. Keep your words."

Xue Tong felt that his words were already very moral: "What is this? When I was in Beijing, I didn't know how many girls and boys I cried. I have already treated him very morally! He is so rude, why should I scold him? Already?!"

Looking at it like this, he was quite complacent about it.

Master Song watched a scene, but didn't understand the rest. Instead, he saw this young man with a delicate face and acrid body was very displeasing to the eye.

"Young master, I don't think you are a glorious young master, but a delicate and expensive princess, right? Why don't you just call yourself 'the princess'?"

Seeing that it was him, Xue Tong immediately scolded back: "Bah, it's you again, a beast with a human face, what on earth are you thinking of sending me to the back kitchen of the military camp! Do you not understand me! I don't understand I have the ability to fight with me openly, don't use the public for personal gain—”

Yang Chuan, who endured the noise all the way, pushed him forward, and finally couldn't help it after entering the gate: "No one can't understand you! But you can see what you do! Who can like you?! "

"Do you think everyone has that spare time to think about how to hurt you every day? We are all very busy! No time to quarrel with you!"

Xue Tong was staggered by his push, and still said stubbornly: "Why don't I think you are very busy, but scolding me is full of anger..."

This brat has been ignorant for more than ten years, and his education level in this life has probably been spent on cursing others.

Yang Chuan took a deep breath.

"I won't tell you anything else," Yang Chuan pointed at him, his hands shaking with anger.

"Do you know how many people on the front line will die by the enemy's long sword every day? Do you know how many people die from the epidemic in the city?? You know how many old and young women and children lost their lives just because of the effort you made? Are parents and children, husbands and wives suffering?!"

The expression on Xue Tong's face paused for a moment, he opened his mouth, and then sank down again. It was rare that he didn't continue to refute.

"When you leave Beijing, you are no longer the pampered Mr. Xue. The people of your family and country are in dire straits, and everyone has their own responsibilities. Do you know that?!"

"I do not know."

Xue Tong's eyes were a little red, and he cut him off, "I only know how happy I was in the past, everyone respected me and loved me, no one would yell at me and call me a worthless piece of trash, No one told me what bullshit responsibilities I have. I am the only son of the prime minister. Shouldn’t I be pampered? Why do you want me to change? Why do you scold me loudly? If you say I’m wrong, I’m wrong?! "

Yang Chuan's fist was clenched and tightened, and he gritted his teeth after a long time: "...you are a waste in the first place."

Xue Tong squinted at him with a sullen face, his eyes were red, and his tears hadn't fallen yet, as if he had suffered a great grievance but I just couldn't bear to say it: "I'm a waste! So what! me!"

As he wished, Yang Chuan raised his hand and punched him.

Xue Tong took several steps back, covered the corner of his bleeding mouth and said in shock: "...you really dare to hit me?"

He is a real dude, he fought a lot, he didn't even have a face when he fought with that little bastard just now, Yang Chuan's punch caught him off guard, and he was blinded.

"I've scolded you all the time, why don't you dare to hit me?" Yang Chuan smashed the pot and said "bah", "I have tolerated you for a long time, anyway, since you are not in front of me, he can't teach you. I thought I could teach you." , Now it seems that I can't teach it!"

"No one would be willing to offer good food and drink to a waste. Your noble status in troubled times is worthless." Yang Chuan shook his hands and turned indifferently. It’s useless for you to cry, the useless princess is worthless.”

Xue Tong: "...!"

The tears in his eyes were stuck in his eye sockets and he couldn't fall. His eyes widened and he jumped to his feet: "Who is the useless princess! Tell me clearly!"

Seeing that he is still alive and kicking, Yang Chuan was worried that he would strike too hard in a moment of excitement, but now it seems...

Yang Chuan turned his head, ignored him, bowed his hands in front of Master Song, and said, "General, if he wants to go to the battlefield, why not let him go."

Xue Tong was stunned.

Master Song looked at him, remained silent for a moment, then silently turned his head to look at Song Shu, with doubts in his eyes: Who is this?

Secretary Song remembered that his brother didn't know many people before the age of 17, so he stepped forward helplessly, covered his lips and coughed, and said, "What does Vice General Yang want?"

Yang Chuan didn't think it was strange for Song Shu to answer him, but he noticed something wrong with Master Song's expression. Hearing the words, he said: "Let him enter the camp, and I will credit him for killing one enemy soldier on the battlefield. If he can kill a hundred people, I will give up the position of the general."

Xue Tong pointed at him: "100 people! How is that possible! You are deliberately making things difficult for me!"

An Luan, who had been watching the play, couldn't help but interjected: "If you go into battle to kill the enemy, even if you can't kill 100 people, isn't it just trash?"

Xue Tong glared angrily.

"Furthermore," Yang Chuan changed his tone and said indifferently, "On the other hand, if our soldiers are damaged and one person is killed or injured because of him, I will make a note of him. If there are at least 100 people, let him kill himself before the ten thousand armies, or... ask himself to be demoted to a commoner, and beat him out of the barracks with sticks."

The gamble was too high, but Song Shu just smiled and didn't stop it.

"...Okay," the provocative method is the most effective for Xue Tong, he nodded indiscriminately angrily, and said angrily, "If you demote, you will demote! Just wait! I will kick you down and become a general myself!"

"Since both parties agree," Song Shu glanced at Master Song with his usual expression, "then we have no objection."

Master Song quickly followed suit and nodded.

"I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."

Yang Chuan turned around and bowed his hands to Xue Tong with a very respectful attitude, but without saying a word, he turned and left with a very mocking gesture.

Every strand of his hair from head to toe, and even his back were written with three big characters "I don't believe it".

Xue Tong was so angry that he jumped, but he was helpless. He didn't know where to vent his resentment. He turned around and grabbed Song Shu and said, "Xiaoshu, look at him, look at him! He just ignores me! He just looks down on me!"

Seeing that he had been upset for a long time, Master Song frowned and reached out to slap him: "Be quiet!"

Xue Tong said "hehe": "It's none of your business!"

Master Song pulled Song Shu and brought him a little behind him. He frowned and said to Xue Tong: "I have a question that I have been wanting to ask for a long time."

Xue Tong stretched out his hand to grab Song Shu, but he turned sideways and caught nothing. Hearing this, he looked up at him in doubt: "What's the problem?"

Master Song said: "How do you feel that if you find Xiaoshu, he will stand by your side and help you? Are you on a good relationship?"

Xue Tong's expression changed, and he was very unhappy.

Master Song said this out of sincere doubts, but in Xue Tong's view, it was mocking and showing off, and of course his face was not good-looking.

Song Shu tugged at his sleeve, and replied softly: "To be honest, I'm not very familiar with it."

Xue Tong was about to jump again, looked at the two of them, and said with a toothache: "Okay, okay! I'm not familiar with you two! It's okay!"

Master Song's mouth curled up.

Aware of his unconscious happiness, he quickly suppressed his expression and pretended not to care.

Perhaps it was because he sprained his ankle during an argument with someone just now, Xue Tong was limping a little while walking, he turned around with difficulty in a vigorous manner, and suddenly heard Song Shu said: "Wait a minute."

Xue Tong was overjoyed, thinking that he cared about him, so he paused on purpose, and turned back with a sulky face, "Why?"

"In the future, in front of Vice General Yang, don't mention his family members," Song Shu said lightly, "Young Master Xue is not younger than me, so you should work hard on observing people's words and demeanor. You always expose people's shortcomings like this, even if it's just a joke. It is also unpleasant to win the war of words.”

Xue Tong was stunned: "What happened to his family?"

Song Shu didn't answer, but moved his eyes down, and said: "If the foot injury is serious, go to the doctor's office to have a look."

"This place is no different than the capital. Mr. Xue is alone. It is best not to cause trouble everywhere, especially the same thing as today... Even if the other party is wrong, Mr. Xue is really impulsive."

"No one likes to clean up messes for others, but Deputy General Yang has cleaned up for you many times along the way, and it's normal to be short-tempered for a while."

Master Song interjected: "Especially for you, who lived so long without being beaten to death, and still have someone to support you and clean up the mess for you, you have accumulated eight lifetimes of virtue."

Xue Tong's face darkened three points.

Song Shu patted Master Song, fearing that he would be angry, motioned him to stop talking, and then said: "That's all I said, Mr. Xue should think about it for himself."

The two turned around and left. When they had gone far away, Xue Tong was still staring at their backs in a daze, motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

An Luan thought he was looking at the beauty, after all, anyone with eyes could see his thoughts on Song Shu.

After watching the play, he clapped his hands and jumped down from the wall on one side, and slapped Xue Tong's arm again - he didn't pat the shoulder because he was short and couldn't pat it.

"Hey, don't look at it, the second son and my senior brother have been together for a long time, there is no part for you."

Xue Tong was startled, looked down at him back to his senses, and said "ah" in doubt: "What did you say?"

"I said, the second son and my senior brother are a couple, so don't worry about it."

Xue Tong was stunned for a moment, surprisingly didn't have much reaction to this, just muttered: "I knew it."

Then he asked, "Do you even know this?"

"That's natural." An Luan looked at him with his arms folded, his eyes made his hair stand on end, "Why do you have such an expression?"