Chapter 487 The tragic and magnificent army of one million people in the Western Qin Dynasty The arrogance of Song Lao Chu’s nephew
“Are you afraid that I won’t give you money?” Xin Zhuo asked.
The stall owner looked at his naked body up and down, with a playful smile on his face, and said: "Little old man, I wonder where you can put money in your body?"
" If a person is sensible, knows good and bad, and has honor and disgrace..."
Xin Zhuo sighed, "You can put money anywhere."
Sometimes, even if something makes sense, it depends on who is saying it. When Xin Zhuo says it, it makes people feel unreasonably convinced.
The smile on the stall owner's face faded a little, and he said: "Okay, just because of your words, I think highly of you, and I have no money for this meal, so I will also treat you." "Wait a minute!"
Turn around and start the pot.
Xin Zhuo glanced at the stars in the sky, picked up a broken piece of wood from the ground at random, used his finger as a knife, carved a few words, and waved to a young man not far away: "Give this to me Go to the Governor's Mansion and tell him that he is an old friend who has invited the Governor to see you. You can get ten taels of silver later!"
The young man's face changed: "Is this true?"
"Seriously!"
"Just wait!"
The boy turned around and ran away. Ten taels of silver was enough for his family of five to live for several months. He was just running errands. There was nothing like this. It's even more advantageous.
The owner of the beef stall is very skilled in his craftsmanship. He cut ten kilograms of cooked beef in three strokes, five by two, and the noodles in the pot were also ready. The huge pots and bowls were filled to the brim, and the meat and noodles were served together. Come up and put it down on the table: "Please use it!"
Looking at Xin Zhuo, he was hungry and looked very elegant when eating. Seeing this, the stall owner couldn't help but smile: "I'm afraid you're not old now, but you can speak well at a young age. Why don't you find a way to make a living? If you don't have martial arts talent, you can be a waiter or work on a farm. Even if you're not good enough, you can beg. Just make some money and set up a stall to sell groceries. There is no future in being a beggar.”
Xin Zhuo took the chopsticks, thought about it seriously, and said: "This is something, I will consider it."
Seeing that the young man listened to the advice, the stall owner felt a sense of accomplishment and nodded: "This That's right, this person can never admit defeat. As long as he has a progressive heart, he will succeed sooner or later. "Stand out."
He paused and looked at a messy place on the street: "Of course, don't even think about dignitaries, princes and nobles. That is just a daydream. Some statuses are born with them, but they are not. It just doesn’t exist anymore. It’s not something we ordinary people should consider. You Did you see that fat man over there?
The son of the Song family is not the Song family of Fufeng, but the Song family of the Grand Governor. What a family background he has! It is said that His Highness is a man who has conquered the country with one hand and can cover the sky with just one hand. Character.
Can I afford it? I can’t afford it. Look, he raped a common girl again. This time... it turned out to be the eldest queen of Bazhou Wang Changshi’s family. Tsk tsk. Wang Changshi is in trouble this time. How can he provoke the living king of hell in the Song family? "
Xin Zhuo finally couldn't stand the talkative stall owner's nagging. He looked back and saw on the street not far away. Pedestrians were crowding around and making noisy noises. A fat young man in rich clothes, accompanied by dozens of people, A few servants surrounded a small sedan chair with four lifts.
More than ten guards of the sedan chair have been thrown to the ground, and several maids have also been snatched away by the fat young master’s servants, who are laughing and humiliating them.
But the fat young man was so wild that he personally opened the curtain of the sedan chair, grabbed a beautiful girl and dragged her out. He held him in his arms and said "Bah" to the girl's face with his fat mouth. Loud kiss.
A very common scene of the second generation of officials causing trouble.
“What a beast!” the stall owner sighed.
Xin Zhuo glanced at him: "Have you ever served in the military or the government?"
This boss's conversation and knowledge are by no means as simple as an ordinary noodle stall owner.
The stall owner was silent for a moment and said: "To be honest, the little old man was once the Ling Yin of Baying City in Guiweizhou of the Western Qin Dynasty. It's just that the pre-Qin king is no longer here and he can't stand those Western Qin greats. Guan'er was willing to be a lackey of the court, and lost the iron-bloodedness and domineering power of His Highness the King of the Pre-Qin Dynasty, so he resigned and came to live in seclusion here."
When he said this, there was a trace of tears in his eyes: "Little old man. The most regretful thing in my life is that I never had the opportunity to meet the former King of Qin when he was still alive. What a pity.
If the late king had known anything, he would have known that the son of Western Qin and the mighty warrior in the world fought for the imperial court and that person. Now, there are only a few thousand remnant soldiers left in the battle, and all those proud and brave generals who never bowed their heads have also been killed. What should we think?
The world will eventually be unified, but... is this unified bullshit? Is there any place in the world where the blood of Erlang of Xi Qin is not flowing? The late king will definitely scold us for our incompetence, right? ”
After saying this, he couldn’t hold back anymore and burst into tears.
Xin Zhuo’s hand when eating noodles froze, his face tightened, and he struggled to squeeze out a few words from his throat: "The Western Qin Army...has died in battle? ”
“It’s over! The Western Regions, Beicang, Nanli and Dongyi countries are not a bunch of stupid people, how can they not rise up to resist? Unifying the world in two or three years is recorded in history. Have you heard of it? How many bloody battles and fierce battles will it take at this speed? War kills people and takes their lives. No matter how brave and good the Erlang of Xi Qin is, he will get tired if he keeps killing and killing. If one person kills dozens or hundreds of people, he will die of exhaustion even if he is tired! "
The stall owner wiped the corners of his eyes and gave a wry smile, "It's me, Meng Lang. What do you know about a flower boy? ”
"Help!"
At this time, Wang Changshi's daughter somehow broke free from the shackles of Song Dagong and ran over in panic. By chance, she bumped into the noodle stall and hid in the stall. Behind the boss: "Uncle Yang, help me. I know you are an old man from Xi Qin. Can you please intercede and ask him to let me go?"
After saying this, I was shocked and afraid and cried bitterly.
"You are running away, little lady, let me see where you are going?"
The eldest son Song led a group of servants, laughed loudly, and staggered around.
The stall owner's expression changed again and again. He endured it again and again, but he still couldn't hold it back. He slapped the table hard and said, "That's enough, Mr. Song! You are also a Confucian disciple, a great master, and the nephew of the current Governor-General of the Song Dynasty. What should you know?" For the sake of face and family background, aren't you afraid of insulting the name of Governor Song? If you want a woman, who dares not to marry her? "
Song Da? The young master suppressed his laughter and blinked: "It turns out to be Lao Yangtou, haha, what a coincidence, please get out of the way, I must have killed her today, I will show it to you on the spot, don't look at her running away now, Once Canglong enters the python cave, the water is guaranteed to flow like a spring..."
"Didn't you hear what I said?" The stall owner was completely angry, clenching his fists, and his eyes were about to burst.
The smile on the face of the eldest son of the Song Dynasty completely disappeared, and he said coldly: "That's right! I am a disciple of Confucianism. I have read poetry and books since I was a child. I know etiquette, justice and integrity, and I am also talented in martial arts. I am twenty-one years old. Grandmaster, I am no less generous than Xue Huaiwei, the head of the Fushan Sect. I will even go to Beijing to be the Minister of the Ministry of War at the end of the year, and be the official of the Second Hall. , the third grade! But what does it have to do with robbing a common woman? You know the pain of having a poor family since I was a child, why can't I have fun with it now that I don't want to marry anyone? No, I just like this feeling of bullying people, it’s cool, you know what the hell!”
"Bastard, you, you..." The stall owner was furious, but couldn't say a word.
The eldest son of the Song Dynasty adjusted his collar and said: "Old Yangtou, I advise you to mind your own business. Don't think that I will give you face because you are an old man of Xi Qin. Xi Qin has already It’s over, the soldiers of the Western Qin Dynasty are gone, and the King of Qin is not here, who cares whether you, the old man of the Western Qin Dynasty, live or die?
Today I want to fuck Wang Changshi’s daughter, even if the King of Heaven comes, I won’t give him any face!”
< br>As he said that, he turned around and yelled at the crowd: "My uncle, Song Lao Chu, is an earthly immortal, Wu Guogong, with the title of Shangshu of the Ministry of War, an admonishment official, the founder of the Yitong Sansi Division, the governor of the major tribes in Dongyi, and a restraint and hegemon." , Qing, and Guo Qizhou’s military and political affairs, who is dissatisfied? "
The dark crowd dared not speak out for a moment, but only retreated. This... is really unreasonable, and the bloody people will only die in vain.
The eldest son of the Song Dynasty became even more arrogant, looking up to the sky and laughing: "I am the sky within a radius of thousands of miles."
Pointing at Wang Changshi's daughter: "Take this little lady off for me!"
" Here!" More than a dozen servants rushed towards Miss Wang madly.
The stall owner was breathing heavily and was unable to stop the crowd of servants who were like wolves and tigers.
But Miss Wang had given up her resistance and sat paralyzed on the ground numbly.
Seeing that more than ten servants were about to approach, they suddenly seemed to be restrained by some invisible thing. They fell to the ground in an instant, vomiting blood and turning pale.
The scene became quiet for a moment.
The grief-stricken stall owner was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned his head to look at Xin Zhuo, who was still eating noodles.
The dark crowd also looked around.
Song's eldest son's pride disappeared, and he looked at Xin Zhuo with a ferocious look on his face.
"Master Song, it's almost done." Xin Zhuo put down his chopsticks a little tiredly. He had already finished the noodles in the bowl and the beef on the plate.
He really has no mood to care about these boring things. Any more words would be a waste of time, but... it's best not to happen in front of him.
“You are a good trickster, you are a master!”
The eldest son of the Song Dynasty sneered gloomily: “It doesn’t matter whether you are a sect master in disguise, a stranger in the world, or a spy of the Sixth Division of the Imperial Court. Dress up, you're dead , I’m telling you, even the gods can’t save you today! I’m just a second-generation idiot, disgusting, and do all kinds of evil, and you can’t offend me, I, Song Xiaogui, said that!”
Xin Zhuobu! When he spoke again, he just wiped the corners of his mouth.
"Come here! Summon the masters of the Governor's Mansion. The whole city is under martial law. I am not allowed to fly even a fly."
The voice of the eldest son of the Song Dynasty was even colder.
"Here!" The two servants left with gestures.
At this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd, and a group of armored cavalry rushed over and violently separated the crowd.
Song Laochu, who was dressed in a first-grade purple official robe, was striding behind, with a thin body and no anger and self-importance. It was just that he was a tall and powerful figure in the court in the past, but now he seemed to be preoccupied, and he was holding a young man in his hand. wrist.
"Ah, uncle, you came just in time!" Mr. Song immediately put on a cute smile and greeted him, "My nephew was bullied..."
Before he finished speaking, his voice became smaller and smaller. , he found that his uncle, who had been very kind to him in the past, was breathing rapidly and his eyes were bloodshot.
Song Laochu really didn't have any thoughts about him. He glanced at the noodle stall for the first time, and then looked at the young man in his hand.
The young man pointed to Xin Zhuo timidly.
Song Laochu frowned slightly and looked at Xin Zhuo carefully. At first, his face was full of confusion, and his eyes widened at first glance. Then, when he looked again, his pupils suddenly shrank, and finally he took a confirming look. , his body couldn't stop shaking violently, he staggered forward two steps, and knelt on the ground with a "pop".
There was an instant deathly silence in all directions!
A majestic governor of seven states, governor of a country's wars, one of the nine ministers of the imperial court, with countless civilized men, hundreds of thousands of soldiers, and overwhelming power. He can be called the false emperor of the southeast. Now he knelt down for a flower boy... !
"Grand Governor?" Lao Yangtou, the stall owner, was the first to react and was stunned.
"Uncle, what are you doing?" The eldest son of Song Dynasty also stepped forward in surprise and helped his uncle up.
“Hoo, ho…”
Song Lao Chu's breathing was rapid and trembling, as if he was a fish dying of thirst. He took a deep breath and then another breath, and suddenly he pulled Mr. Song, not to help him stand up, but to pull him to his knees.
Then, he kowtowed heavily and loudly, kowtowed again, and finally fell to the ground and choked up.
This guy has to pretend, no matter how bloody he is, otherwise the author will have a toothache!
Chapter five tomorrow!
(End of this chapter)