When Quanzhou goes out of the city to the west, and after walking out of dozens of miles, you can see the fleeing people dragging their families to the direction of Quanzhou, and occasionally you can see the rotten corpses lying on the side of the road, and no one can clean them up.

Song Manqiu also dismounted at first and distributed the money she carried with her to the people, but found that there was evil intentions in the crowd, and her eyes were obviously unkind, so she finally stopped caring about it.

Her cultivation is not shallow, and ordinary people are armed with murder weapons, and they cannot pose any threat to her. So, I don't know if she was cold or nauseous.

There has always been an invisible trench between the common people and the meat eaters in this world. Seeing this scene, Bu An said in his heart that Miss Song is still too naïve, some things, if you don't have a good heart, others will reciprocate.

In the event of a disaster like this, the people at the bottom have a hard time surviving, as if they are in a jungle of wild beasts, and the good people cannot survive, just like bad money driving out good money. Miss Song's class is deceitful, and there will be more family ruins in an instant, but the means are more clever and more hidden, and they are not as naked as the eyes of these refugees in front of them.

With these words, it was not Bu'an's turn to mention her.

Riding on horseback, Bu An looked at the refugee with a somewhat indifferent look, as if this scene could not arouse the slightest change in his mood. However, every time he walked, he would quietly throw a piece or two of broken silver on the side of the road while there was no one in front of him.

After walking for more than an hour, I saw Wurong County from a distance, and Song Yinting's military camp tent was set up not far from the city.

The two rode their horses, and when they passed the sentry post outside the big tent, Song Manqiu did not rein in his horse, but just held his waist card, and flashed to the soldiers on both sides, and went straight inside.

Bu An followed her all the way, through rows of military tents, to the tent of the commander.

The soldiers guarding the tent obviously recognized Song Manqiu, and while saluting, they called "Miss".

Song Manqiu dismounted and asked, "My father is in the tent?"

Before the soldier could reply, a hearty laugh came from inside the tent, and a cheerful voice shouted, "Manqiu is here?"

Listening to the tone of this laughter, it seems that there is some demeanor of Song Guogong, and there is really a father who must have a son, Bu An muttered in his heart, and at the same time threw the reins into the hands of the soldiers on the side according to Song Manqiu's practice.

He followed Song Manqiu into the military tent and was about to salute, but saw that in addition to a tall middle-aged man who looked like Song Guogong, there was also an acquaintance in the tent.

Yu Zhaozhong!

This old thief came so quickly that he was ahead of the curve.

"Daddy, this is Jiaxing Bugongzi ......" Song Manqiu was halfway through the introduction, and only then did he realize the identity of the black-clothed monk in the tent, and immediately remained silent.

His father, Song Yinting, was much more sophisticated, as if he hadn't noticed his daughter's abnormality, and laughed: "The great name of Tianmu Bu Dao, the old man has heard of it a long time ago, and he never thought that he was such a young descendant!"

"The boss praised it falsely, the younger generation is late in school, and he can't afford it, he can't afford to be a ......" Bu'an bowed his hand.

Song Yinting looked back at Yu Zhaozhong and said with a smile: "Lord Yu has this good son-in-law, he is really envious of others. ”

Yu Zhaozhong showed a modest smile on his face, arched his hand to the side to the sky, and said concisely: "The emperor's grace is vast." ”

He is doing this, and it is clear that some people are not allowed to enter, but Song Yinting was unaware of it, he was still refreshed, and said happily in his tone: "Lord Yu is loyal to the monarch and loves the people, and the saint Sulong is really a model for my generation!"

Boy...... Bu An secretly said good, and said in his heart that this Song Yinting is really a character - ordinary people meet a guy like Yu Zhaozhong who doesn't advance and salt, not to mention the loss of ground, at least make the boss unhappy, but he laughed and responded, neither offending anyone, nor whispering.

Sometimes, it's also a good idea to pretend to be rough - Bu'an secretly writes it down.

At this time, Song Yinting walked back to his seat and talked to Yu Zhaozhong about the situation of suppressing bandits, probably because their topic was broken off here.

Seeing this, Bu An hurriedly glanced at Song Manqiu and snorted outside. Song Manqiu understood and retreated out of the tent without making a sound. Bu An naturally bowed his head and followed.

Seeing that he was about to walk to the tent door, he heard Yu Zhaozhong cough dryly and said: "The situation here is scorching, since An'er is here, it is just right to help." When he went south, he brought a lot of men and horses, and he thought that he could take on a heavy responsibility. ”

I almost slipped away...... Bu An secretly sighed pity and stood still. He wanted to slip away, because he was afraid that Yu Zhaozhong would hold a grudge against him and make an obstacle, but now when he heard him say this, he was a little confused.

Isn't this evil monk trying to stop himself? What kind of medicine is he selling in his gourd?

Bu An slowly turned around.

At this time, Song Yinting replied with a smile: "My lord's kindness, the lower officials have understood it! When the son-in-law first arrived, it was better to experience it slowly, and it was not too late to take on the heavy responsibility...... Bu Gongzi is so young, he has the opportunity to practice. ”

Yu Zhaozhong's face became colder, he was a second-class official, a small commander of the Seven Fujian Dao, and he didn't pay attention to it at all, only because Song Yinting was the second son of Song Guogong, so he gave a few thin noodles. At this time, he wants to use his official rank to suppress people, and Song Yinting can't hide from it.

"Does Lord Song think that An'er is useless?" Yu Zhaozhong looked at Bu An, his eyes were cold, and he didn't look like he was fighting for a chance to get ahead.

Bu An faintly guessed his intentions, and his heart was nameless, but he pressed it forcibly, and he couldn't see it on his face at all. "Boss Song......"

He didn't wait for Song Yinting to answer, so he interjected very extraordinarily: "The younger generation is here, and I have the heart to contribute to the court." As the so-called ambition is not in the old age, the sword mountain is in the sea of fire, and the younger generation is not giving up. "This is a pretend rough blank that I just stole and used it for the current learning.

The corners of Yu Zhaozhong's mouth turned up slightly, obviously Bu'an's move was in his arms. Perhaps in his opinion, this little scholar is too shallow after all, and he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

Song Yinting frowned slightly, and was about to shirk again, but saw that Yu Zhaozhong had already stood up.

"Lord Song, the future life is terrifying, you and I don't have to worry about it anymore. Yu Zhaozhong walked past Bu'an, didn't look at him, until he passed through the tent door, and then said leisurely: "I have the order of the saint to inspect the southeast, and there must be an explanation when I go back, and Lord Song will definitely be able to understand my difficulties." ”

Song Yinting stood in place, without the slightest intention of coming out to see off the guests, and gave up his hands from afar, without saying a word. His face was serious, and he could tell that the previous smile was forced.

After a long time, Song Yin Ting said to Bu An: "Bu Gongzi came from afar, he must be tired, let's go and rest for a while." ”

Bu An didn't know what he had said to Yu Zhaozhong before, and he probably had some guesses in his heart, but he was still not sure, and at this time, he gave an order to expel the guests, and he didn't say anything, so he was led by his own soldiers and went to the side tent to rest.

As soon as he left, Song Yinting called the soldiers outside the tent in front of his daughter, and scolded: "I want you to stop you when you see Manqiu, why did you let them in?!"