Song nodded, "Well, the princess and the concubine are already approaching Shi Nanfu, and it is estimated that they will arrive in five or six days." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Mu Jin frowned.

"The princess wrote that she didn't want to live in the inn, and the third master meant to ask the lady to help find the house in Sanjin, and the princess's mansion would take more than a month to complete."

Mu Jin held the letter in his hand, although the handwriting on the letter was sloppy, it had a strong force.

"Yingniang took the green clothes and perilla out to see if there was anyone in Chengdu who wanted to sell the house, it was best to settle it in two or three days." Mu Jin turned his head and instructed Yingniang.

"You don't have to run too far, my third master said that the closer you are to Osmanthus Lane, the better." Song Liang waved his hand and blurted out.

The people in the room all looked at Song Liang with round eyes.

Suddenly stared at by so many young girls, Song Liang's face turned red all of a sudden, and he was at a loss.

He laughed, "This is what my third master explained." ”

After that, he ran away, in fact, the third master of his family couldn't wait to buy the house next door to Mu Niangzi.

Song Liang, who ran out of the courtyard, remembered the task assigned by his master, and couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

The third master actually asked him to find a way to convince the people living next door to let them sell the house.

This task is a long way to go, Song Liang sighed and walked next door resignedly.

Song Yanzhao, who was in the barracks, naturally didn't know Song Liang's complaints, he was participating in the martial arts assessment.

The so-called martial arts assessment is a martial arts competition held by the Southwest Army every year, and the winners of the assessment will be transferred from miscellaneous soldiers to formal soldiers of the Southwest Army, and those with excellent performance will even be promoted to the Praetorian Guard.

This kind of competition is not difficult for Song Yanzhao, and his attention is on the rostrum at the moment.

The martial arts assessment is also an annual event in the Southwest Army, so the generals in the Southwest Army will attend.

Although Southwest Hou Huangshan did not come, his eldest son, Southwest Hou Shizi, is now the deputy commander of the Southwest Army, and he is sitting in chief at the moment.

This was the first time Song Yanzhao had met the generals of the Southwest Army.

During the time he entered the barracks, he rarely saw a point in the army, let alone a general.

As a general in the army, he does not train troops and does not govern the army, this is the status quo of the Southwest Army, which once recovered the southwest.

Song Yanzhao's eyes fell on the chief Southwest Hou Shizi.

Hou Shizi of the southwest was about his early thirties, and he did not wear armor, but a purple brocade robe, with fair skin and a slightly chubby body, and looked at the soldiers fighting below him a little carelessly.

Song Yanzhao frowned, his eyes slid over the rostrum in turn, but he found that all the generals were talking to each other, and no one really paid attention to the competition under the stage.

No, there was another person who had been engrossed in the competition from the audience.

Song Yanzhao's eyes turned to the only armored general on the stage, and his brows furrowed.

Peng Zhongchun was keenly aware of a sharp gaze staring at him on the stage, and when he followed the line of sight, he only saw the crowd standing in the audience waiting for the competition.

Frowning, Peng Zhongchun turned his attention to the competition in the audience again, but his brows furrowed even tighter.

The competition of the Southwest Army is really getting more and more boring year by year, and the people who come up are all fancy fists and embroidered legs, three-legged cats.

He hadn't picked a suitable person to join the Praetorian Guard for three years in a row.

After sitting for a while, forget it, go back to the army to deal with some affairs, and then rush home to accompany his wife.

Mrs. is gradually recovering, and tomorrow Mrs. Mu will come to the door for a follow-up, I don't know if she will change the prescription.

Although Peng Zhongchun was still sitting straight, his thoughts gradually drifted away.

It wasn't until there was a shouting from the audience that Peng Zhongchun came back to his senses, but found that after only a moment, most of the people standing in the audience had dispersed.

Just now, there was obviously a dense group of people waiting to come to the stage.

On the competition platform, a young man in Xuanyi stood with one hand behind him, easily dealing with the people who fought him.

After only three or two strokes, the person who fought with him was kicked off the stage.

There was a cheer from below.

Peng Zhongchun's eyes narrowed, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Isn't this young man the one who broke into his house three days ago to save Mu Niangzi?

He is a miscellaneous soldier of the Southwest Army?

Peng Zhongchun's intuition was not, he squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the straight young man standing on the stage, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, wide eyebrows, extraordinary bearing, and a faint kind of graceful nobility.

How could such a person be a miscellaneous soldier of the Southwestern Army?

The martial arts assessment ended in the shortest time because of the appearance of Song Yanzhao.

In previous years, it was a full day before it came to fruition.

Southwest Hou Shizi sat up straight in surprise, half-covered his mouth and secretly yawned, looked at the winner below, and half-squinted to announce the lines that had been routinely said in previous years.

"Song Liang, right? Well, you performed well in this year's martial arts assessment and were promoted to ......"

"Wait!" A deep voice next to him interrupted the words of Hou Shizi of the Southwest.

Hou Shizi of the southwest turned his head unhappily and saw Peng Zhongchun in bright armor.

"It's Deputy Commander Peng, what's the matter, do you have any objections to the results of the competition?" Southwest Hou Shizi frowned and asked casually.

Among the generals in the southwest, what he disliked the most was Peng Zhongchun, the deputy commander of the Praetorian Guard, who was always serious, wearing armor and dangling in the army all year round, and always advocating strict management of the army, which made him particularly unsociable in the army.

Peng Zhongchun arched his hand, "There is no objection, but this person, I want to transfer him to the Praetorian Guard." ”

As soon as his voice fell, several generals present looked at each other in surprise.

Although they don't like Peng Zhongchun, they all know that he is a very picky person, and he has come to participate in the martial arts assessment of the Southwest Army every year over the years, but there are almost no people who have really been selected by him to join the Praetorian Guard.

So, they got used to it and didn't even ask for his opinion.

Now he offered to transfer today's victorious man to the Praetorian Guard.

The generals, including the Hou Shizi of the Southwest, all looked down the stage, wanting to see what was so special about today's winner.

They were chatting just now, and they didn't bother watching the competition at all, where did they know what was going on.

When I looked down at the stage, I was a little stunned.

The young man in a dark robe stood with his hands in his hands, his expression indifferent, looking at them and running away calmly.

Southwest Hou Shizi was slightly stunned, he didn't look carefully just now, but now when he takes a closer look, he feels that his youthful bearing is extraordinary.

When did there become such a person in the army?

"The Praetorian Guard hasn't chosen anyone for three years, and this year is the only one, the prince won't refuse, right?" Peng Zhongchun pursed the corners of his mouth and looked at the Hou Shizi of the southwest with a smile.

According to the regulations on martial arts evaluation, the Praetorian Guard does have the right to choose people first, but after so many years, this rule has become useless.

Southwest Hou Shizi frowned, and subconsciously wanted to reject Peng Zhongchun.

He has always been at odds with Peng Zhongchun.

"I think he has good qualifications, he will be a personal soldier for Commander Yin, and he will ask the prince to be perfected, I think Commander Yin will also be very happy that the Praetorian Guard can choose someone this year." Peng Zhongchun tugged at the corners of his mouth and bowed his hand to Hou Shizi in the southwest.