It's hard to seal a fool

The evening wind gradually flourished, blowing through Song Qingming's hair.Xi Le came over and put a crimson satin cape on him, and said Madam invited him over for dinner.

Song Qingming frowned slightly, and found an excuse to dismiss the servants of the Lu family who were waiting outside the courtyard. Wang hoped to understand, and ordered the small kitchen to make clear soup and cook some side dishes.

When eating in the evening, there was an extra stool beside the table.

The mute looked at him, as if asking what he meant.

"Sit down, since you're wearing my clothes, you can eat with me naturally. I can't push you down on the table to do something like this."

The mute's face darkened, and he secretly said something wrong.

He frowned and sat down to eat, while Song Qingming sipped the soup with his head down, watching the mute's behavior.Some etiquette habits are deeply hidden in the blood and are indelible.

He ate so well that he didn't even make a sound.

Song Qingming recalled in his mind the sons of aristocratic families whom he met at every big and small banquet, and there was never such a dumb person. Although his martial arts were not as high as his own, he was not weak. The dumb voice was sold to Nanfeng Hall...

Song Qingming nodded, his desire to understand him became stronger.

After the meal, the maid removed the bowls and chopsticks.The mute was getting up, Song Qingming grabbed his wrist. "Don't rush away, I have something to tell you."

The surrounding servants retreated like fish, and soon only the two of them were left.Song Qingming never let go of the mute's hand, and dragged him to the study.

Song Qingming's Wuhua Courtyard can be said to be very large, and there are many rooms, each with its own use, but he really didn't do much serious work in the study.So the rows of vernacular books on the bookshelf, and the spring/palace pictures spread out on the desk, all seem insignificant against the precious pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

"Uh..." Song Qingming scratched his head, and rushed up to put away the paintings on the table.

The mute's brows twitched in a rare way, thinking of Song Qingming saying at the dinner table, "I can't put you on the table to do something at this time", and it is a "good time" when there is no one around.

He glanced at the desk being tidied up by Song Qingming, and his mood became more and more restless.

"Don't go!" The mute was about to leave, Song Qingming grabbed his sleeve across the desk, "I really have business to do."

He folded his chest and stared at him like a peacock with its tail spread.

"I guess, you shouldn't be in a hurry to leave the Duke's Mansion at this moment." Song Qingming said, cursing the poor child in his heart and dragging him to the sky.

The mute looked down at him.

"The person who harmed you is still there. If you go back, you won't be able to keep yourself safe. Why don't you stay with me for a while, either until your family has finished handling the matter, or——wait for you to finish the matter yourself."

The mute's eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's better to endure the humiliation here than to go back to the precarious situation." Song Qingming let go of his sleeves, teasing with a chuckle. "What's more, I just owe you a little bit to take advantage of you."

"..." The silver thief seemed to be trying to keep him back.

really.The mute sank.Today, the unknown doctor said that he could cure the throat. He had originally planned to leave the mansion after a few days of preparations when his throat got better. Although Song Qingming was a bit difficult to deal with, he was just occupied after all. Some cheap.But he was two years older than himself and a dude, so he didn't take it to heart.

It's just that that person... is really difficult to deal with.

"Stay by my side for now and be my book boy. You should be able to read and write." Song Qingming walked around the desk at some point, walked up to him and looked down.

Heh, the mute raised the corners of his lips mockingly again, more than that, he really thought that other people were as ignorant as him, and only knew how to shoot arrows?Finally, the mute looked reluctant, and nodded proudly.

Song Qingming showed a smile of success.

Just when Song Qingming was fond of mentioning the book boy, jumping up and down in front of the mute all day long to show courteousness, Qin Shou was on his way to Jiangjun.

There is one thing little known in the world, Qin Shou is not just a doctor of Renhetang in Ningjing. If someone investigates carefully, they will find that the original Renhetang was just a medical clinic in a small county town in Shu County. The art of acupuncture and moxibustion rose rapidly, and expanded all the way from the counties to Ningjing.

In other words, Qin Shou is the boss behind Renhetang.

However, the rise of Renhetang was six years ago. Six years ago, Qin Shou was just a 14-year-old boy who hadn't tied his hair yet.

The evening glow gathered, dyeing half of the sky fiery red, and various birds were singing and flying.Qin Shou put on a fox fur, closed his eyes and rested on the carriage.As usual in early spring, he would go to various branches of Renhetang to inspect.

"Boss, it's getting late now, and I'm afraid we won't be able to catch the lock when we arrive in Hangzhou. Can we go another two miles and stay overnight at the Futu Temple on the mountain?" the coachman asked.

Qin Shou rubbed the center of his brows and said yes softly.

Song Qingming blamed him for saying that he wanted some local specialties, and stopped and stopped along the way, which caused him to miss the time.He opened the curtain and looked back, half of the car was piled up with miscellaneous things.

Fenix, the maid at the side, couldn't help laughing at his disgusted gaze. "Boss, you still have an idea. With these gadgets, you can bribe the third son of the Song Dynasty and make friends with the people in the Duke's Mansion. Our Renhetang can enjoy a lot in Ningjing."

"There's nothing to buy, just raise him as a child." Qin Shou lay back lazily again. In terms of psychological age, there was more than five years difference between him and Song Qingming.

The swaying carriage made his back ache, and when he was drowsy, the sky gradually darkened, the driver was anxious, and took a shortcut to a remote road, when suddenly he saw a few flickering figures in the distance, a knife waving past The light made him yell for a horse to stop.

"Boss, there seems to be a group of thieves trapped a carriage in front, we don't care?"

"Stupid, do you think we can fight?"

"..."

In the carriage in the distance, Princess Anhe's face turned pale. She never imagined that she would encounter bandits on the way back just to go to the temple for incense.This place has always been peaceful under the rule of the father, could it be...

The sounds of fighting outside and the screams of the maid made her more uneasy, her petite body huddled on the carriage, and suddenly a big hand lifted the curtain to grab her, and then revealed a vicious face.

"This woman is not bad, give it to the brothers!"

"No, go away! You go away!" She stepped back in fear but it didn't help, the strong force on her wrist dragged her down from the carriage to the ground, her hairpin and dress were messy, and even her head was knocked on the corner, Embarrassed. "I'll give you money..."

The body was suddenly pressed down from behind, and the strong smell of sweat came. An He screamed and struggled desperately, and suddenly felt light on his body.

"boom!"

"Who is it!" The bandit leader who was kicked away hurriedly got up, and the bandits around surrounded him, being resisted by the guards.

Qin Shou slowly retracted the kicked foot, he took off the fox fur from his body, put it on the embarrassed woman, and helped her up.Really, if it was just robbery, he still didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing. Those people did too much.

"Thank you, thank you son..." An He raised his red eyes, his body was still shaking.

"It's okay, get in the carriage and hide, and call you when it's done."

Qin Shou lowered his head and met those clear eyes like a frightened deer, and wiped away the tears on her cheeks with his fingertips, but he didn't think there was any impoliteness.An He was slightly taken aback, and got on the carriage in a nonchalant manner.

Qin Shouneng and Song Qingming are not without reason.They have similarities in many aspects, as the so-called love of beauty is shared by everyone.

Such a beauty, it's a pity to ruin it.

"Before I came down, I sent someone to report to the officials. Although it took some time to go back and forth, but they are all messing around in the rivers and lakes. If you get the money, you should leave quickly." Qin Shou leaned on the carriage with his chest folded, with a calm expression .

The thieves looked at each other left and right, and looked at each other in blank dismay.

A few days later, Song Qingming received a letter from Qin Shou, which was just a small episode.

He conveniently checked the identity of Princess Anhe, and it turned out that she was the daughter of Lord Jin, who stayed at home because of her mother's illness in the past two years.Speaking of the dirty things in the inner courtyard, it really happened everywhere.

These days Song Qingming took his mute with him everywhere, even went to the horse farm to practice his riding skills, he wanted to let his mute see his handsome and mighty side.Song Qingming was used to being stubborn, but few people noticed his outstanding side in riding and shooting.

It's always just what the Duke's family should know. Who would have imagined how big his ambitions are in his heart?

A group of rich trousers went to the racecourse in a mighty manner. Song Qingming went out of the wallet field and galloped down, sweating a little.In the shade of the trees in the distance, someone came pushing a four-wheeled cart, Song Qingming quickly dismounted and walked over.

"Qingming, Hua Youdao sent someone to tell us to go to Nanshi, shall we go!" Ning Buqing shouted immediately.

Song Qingming waved his hand to let the mute not far away come over, while walking towards the man on the four-wheeler.

"Master, why are you here?"

Seeing that the visitor was a bit unexpected, the mute turned his head slightly.The former general Zhou Chongguan turned out to be Song Qingming's master. He had only met him twice, so he probably wouldn't recognize him.

"Minger," the man gradually approached, sitting on a chair, his legs covered with a layer of scarlet felt, looking at the age of forty years old, with the years in his eyes, he smiled slightly, "It's been a long time since you Go to my place to deduce the art of war."

"Then I'll go tomorrow." Song Qingming didn't notice the mute's movements, and after some pleasantries, he grabbed the dumb child and said, "Master, look at my book boy, isn't it pretty?"

The dumb mouth twitched slightly, really afraid of something.This fool wants to show off whenever he sees someone, but he doesn't know what he's excited about.

Zhou Chongguan met his face, stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded, "Indeed."

Seeing his reaction, the mute frowned slightly, and now she couldn't make up her mind.Song Qingming took the place of the four-wheeled cart pusher and pushed Zhou Chongguan up the racecourse. Ning Buqing saw it from afar and came to greet him.The old and the young chatted one after another, and they talked about Zhuangzi's "A minister has three swords".

"The sword of the princes, with the wise and brave as the front, with the honest and honest as the guard, with the virtuous as the spine, with the loyal and saintly as the scorpion, and with the heroic as the clip..." Zhou Chongguan paused, "on the battlefield, You must never be cronyistic like an overlord, in addition to making good use of talents, the second is to employ people without suspicion, you must first trust your generals, and then they will be willing to trust you."

"A disciple is taught."

The mute followed behind, as if he had vaguely figured out Song Qingming's intentions in doing these things.

Does he have the intention to abandon the glory of the Duke's Mansion and go to battle to kill the enemy like his father?The dumb child lowered his head and retracted the look in his eyes. It had to be said that Song Qingming was different from everyone he had seen before.

However, there are few people in this world who dare to come out of their comfort zone and throw their heads and blood.

"This is my master, the famous general of Hussars in the past," the mute was still thinking, Song Qingming leaned over and circled him, "I injured my leg in the west a few years ago and retreated from the battlefield .”

"It's not bad if you can save your life," Zhou Chongguan looked back at the two of them, "The book boy is like a book boy, and the master has no sense. How can you convince those soldiers in the army? Hook your shoulders?"

Song Qingming withdrew his hand angrily.

"Qingming!" A few dandies rushed over on horseback, "We are missing you in polo! General Zhou, let go of your precious disciple."

"How did you talk!" Song Qingming stared.

"Go, go." Zhou Chongguan had a good temper and didn't care about this group of middle-aged and young people, "I just leave you, the book boy, to talk with me."

"See if I don't beat the shit out of you!"

Song Qingming got on his horse and left.

The mute continued to push the cart without saying a word.Zhou Chongguan looked around casually, and spoke while moving his lips.

"The old man looks familiar to you."

"..."

In the vast pasture, a small four-wheeled vehicle was driving slowly under the fence beside the pasture. It was common for General Zhou to come here to relax, and no one noticed the old and the young at all.Zhou Chongguan was playing with the walnut in his hand, and suddenly lowered his head.

"It's not easy to live alone in the dragon's pond and tiger's den all these years."

The mute's heart was startled suddenly.

Zhou Chongguan was still staring at the walnut in his hand, and never raised his head to look at him. "Although I am powerless in many things, if you want to go back safely, I, who is half buried in the earth, may be able to help you."

"..."

Seeing that he was silent, Zhou Chongguan sighed leisurely. Song Zhao watched the galloping horse from a distance, and saw the master turned his head and said something to the mute.

The wind passed through the silence, and then came the hoarse voice of a young man.

The word "good" is resounding.

The author says:

Some are intentional typos because they are locked for unknown reasons.Thank you for reading on, I will have less bullshit in the next few chapters