When he got out of the barracks, the sky was already bright, Song Shijiang looked at the blue sky in early summer, he was in a particularly happy mood, jumped on the green horse, and shouted to the young man behind him: "Go, go back to the county office." ”

Along the way, Shouzhang Street was full of people and lively. Several recruitment offices on the street were crowded with people, and countless local young people in Shouzhang and outsiders who later entered Shouzhang surrounded the recruiting office.

"I ...... I ......"

"I want to be a soldier, I want to go to the guard camp......"

The young men raised their hands high, crowded, and shouted, as if they were afraid that they would not be able to be soldiers and would be eliminated one step later. Several generals in the recruiting office were so anxious that they were sweating profusely, holding up the trumpet and shouting: "Don't hurry, don't crowd, queue up, queue up...... Both...... It's all ......."

Hua Rong saw such a scene, the white horse and silver spear caught up in a few steps, and the handsome face smiled at Song Shijiang, and shouted: "Brother, who would have thought that the people would be so enthusiastic about joining the army as soldiers. ”

"Yes. The Huarong brothers don't know that the people are the most gracious. If you treat him well, he will give you all the good. Song Shijiang was also happy, stroked the short hair under his chin, and shouted.

"If you treat him well, he will give you all good...... That's a clever statement! ”。

Suddenly, with several high-fives, a clear but lazy voice sounded clearly.

Song Shijiang and the generals of the guard battalion heard the sound and looked over, and saw a restaurant on the side of the street, and a Confucian student in the restaurant leaned against the window and smiled at them.

Song Shijiang smiled at the Confucian student slightly, and he had already signaled his reply, shaking the reins and about to continue moving forward.

"The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are on the surface of Tongguan Road. Looking at Luodu, he hesitated. Sad, the Qin and Han dynasties, the palace and thousands of rooms have been made of soil. Xing, the people suffer; Death, the people suffer! …… Song Jiang, Song Jiang, benevolence and love. But it's a pity......" The clear voice continued to sound, not in a hurry, indifferently.

Song Shijiang couldn't help but stop the horse's steps, and then simply pulled the reins, turned around and came to the restaurant, dismounted, and entered the restaurant.

There are few guests in the restaurant, only the owner of the restaurant and the two juniors, and the three of them saw Song Shijiang entering the restaurant, hurriedly greeted him, and almost wanted to kneel down. Song Shijiang waved his hand at them, said with a smile: "I'm busy, I don't have to be polite ......", and walked straight to the Confucian student by the window of the restaurant.

The Confucian student had already stood up, holding a wine glass, standing casually, dressed in green clothes, and with a graceful demeanor. Looking closely at Confucianism, he can only be weakly crowned, delicate and fair-skinned, with long hair uninhibited, tied up at will, with a lazy expression and a smile at the corner of his mouth. Song Shijiang couldn't help but secretly say, what a turbid son.

The young Confucian shook his hands towards Song Shijiang, smiled and said, "I've seen Song Guoxiang." ”

Song Shijiang was quite curious and asked, "Does Mr. know Song?" ”

The Confucian Sheng smiled and said: "In Shouzhang, who doesn't know Song Guoxiang." ”

Song Shijiang shook his head and said: "This knowledge is not the other knowledge, they are all the ears of the people under a certain rule." You're not. Dare to ask Mr. Daimyo? What's the matter with my birthday? ”

The Confucian in the green shirt did not answer directly, his eyebrows and eyes smiled, and he gently stretched out his hand to signal the short few in front of him, and said, "Is Dongping Xiang willing to sit down?" Have a drink with the grass people. ”

Song Shijiang saw that he was dignified and chic, and knew that he was an extraordinary person, so he was even more curious, laughed heartily, shook his Confucian clothes, and knelt down in front of the dwarf. There are not many things on the several, only a bronze pot, two celadon cups, a dish of beans, and two pairs of bamboo chopsticks. Song Shijiang was anti-guest, holding the bronze wine pot and shaking it gently, the pot swayed, the sake was enough, his wine pot was lightly sided, full of celadon cups, and his hands raised his glass to the green-shirted Confucian and smiled and said: "So, sir, drink this cup full." ”

The Confucian student also knelt down and sat down, picked up another celadon cup on a few tables, his eyes were bright, he laughed loudly, and said, "Frank, Song Jiang also." You and I don't know each other, how dare Dongping drink this wine? ”

Song Shijiang held the cup in his hand and said with a smile: "Haven't you ever drunk it?" Could it be that alcohol is poisonous? Could it be that Mr. Xun was just trying to kill Song for the sake of the dove? But so-and-so did not believe. Come, drink. ”

Hearing this, Hua Rong, who was standing behind him, was shocked, and hurriedly reached out to grab the celadon wine glass. Where can he grab it, Song Shijiang's left sleeve blocked Hua Rong's outstretched arm, raised his glass with his right hand, and drank the wine in the cup with his head high.

"My lord! ......" Hua Rong was so shocked that his face was bloodless. Lu Fang Guo Sheng had also reacted, and pulled out the sword at his waist with a "brush", and the blade of the Xueliang sword rested on the shoulder of the green-shirted Confucian student, just waiting for the blade to penetrate his neck.

The Confucian laughed loudly, his face did not change, he also raised the celadon wine glass, drank it all with his head held high, drank it all, pinched his fingers and flicked the edge of the cold snow sword, the sword roared softly, and made the sound of a dragon's groan. The corners of the Confucian Sheng's mouth rose, and he smiled: "Good wine!" Good sword ......"

Song Shijiang waved his hand at Lu Fang Guo Sheng, and scolded with a smile: "Lu Fang, Guo Sheng, you two are in the bottom line." ”

The two of them were embarrassed, and Ne withdrew the Qingshuang Sword in his hand, arched one hand towards Song Shijiang, and then bowed his hand to the Confucian student, and then retreated behind Song Shijiang.

Song Shijiang poured a full cup of wine again, continued to raise his glass to the Confucian student, and said lightly: "Sir, Jiang has been drinking, I don't know if Mr. can say that he knows so-and-so, who is Mr.?" Looking for something? Don't tell so-and-so, Mr. just inadvertently entered Shouzhang, met so-and-so unintentionally, and inadvertently recited so-and-so poetry in front of so-and-so. ”

The Confucian in green shirts bent his eyebrows and eyes like the moon, bright as stars, and smiled softly: "What a benevolent, faithful, wise, brave and righteous Song Jiang." …… Don't hide it from Song Guoxiang, grass people Guo Jia, come to Shouzhang to defect to Song Guoxiang, I don't know if Song Guoxiang can take him in. After speaking, he picked up the cup in his hand again, drank it all, and made an indescribable gesture.

The mouth says "defect", but where is the appearance of coming to run, no complaints, plain as water, self-care chic, if the ordinary lord is already sinking like water, he will shoot the case and expel it.

But now the two of them are not ordinary people. Song Shijiang was originally a modern person who traveled back to the Later Han Dynasty, did not attach much importance to etiquette, did not attach importance to the concept of respect and inferiority, and liked talents; The second is because he clearly heard the Confucian Sheng say his own name, as a modern person, as a fan of the Three Kingdoms, when he heard this name, where could he care about anything else.

"Guo Jia? ......" Song Shijiang fell to the ground with a clatter.

"The grass people are Guo Jia." The Confucian in Tsing Yi bowed his head and smiled lightly.

"Guo Jia Guo Fengxiao?" Song Shijiang asked hurriedly, his eyes did not blink, emitting a blazing light, as if he was afraid that the person in front of him would disappear.

"Exactly." Guo Jia continued to smile.

Song Shijiang stood up suddenly, how could there be a light breeze in the clouds, confident, and Zhizhu in his hand, leaned forward, held Guo Jiana's hand holding the cup tightly, was ecstatic, and shouted loudly: "You are Guo Jia Guo Fengxiao, Yingchuan Academy Guo Fengxiao?" Coming to run to so-and-so? He shouted loudly, deafeningly, only to attract the eyes of the hotel owner and the shopkeeper in front of the counter.

Guo Sheng, the guard behind him, muttered softly: "The lord laughed at me and fell into the inferior ride, and now the lord has also fallen into the inferior ride." When Hua Rong heard this, he turned his head and glared at Guo Sheng fiercely, causing Guo Sheng to shrug his shoulders in fright and immediately shut up.

The lord Song Shijiang in front was still dancing, ecstatic, and shouted loudly: "Guo Fengxiao has come to defect to a certain person, isn't it in a dream?" Yes, is it a dream? He grabbed his short hair so hard that he frowned in pain.

Guo Jia was deeply moved, restrained his smile, and said: "Guo Jia is ashamed, I really didn't know that Guo Jia's investment could make Song Guoxiang so happy." ”

Song Shijiang grabbed Guo Jia and said, "Yes, it's ecstatic." A certain Guo Jia won thousands of troops. A certain Guo Jia is like a high ancestor who has a ovary. Haha......"

"Song Guoxiang praised falsely, and praised falsely." Guo Jia smiled.

"You Guo Jia also have a time of modesty? A person who thinks that the world is wandering, if you Guo Fengxiao also. Song Shijiang laughed, he was in a very happy mood.

"The world is babbling. I, Guo Jianai, am a suave man, not a wandering wreck. Guo Fengxiao also laughed, his green shirt fluttering, and his long hair fluttering.

"Okay, okay. You are a suave ......" Song Shijiang very much agreed to use the word suave to describe Guo Jia. Delicate and handsome, gentle and elegant, slightly scholarly and romantic, so not suave, which is or? Yan Qing can be regarded as a suave person, but compared with Guo Jia, she is more restrained and humble, and less bookish, and scolds Fang Xuan. The rest of Zhao Yungang is upright, Hua Rong is handsome, Shi Jin is sunny, Wu Song is masculine, and no one can compare with Guo Jiaye.

"Fengxiao, Fengxiao, follow a certain into the county government, and a certain can't wait to introduce you to a certain subordinate. I can't wait for Feng Xiao to show his talents. ......" Song Shijiang said excitedly, "Also, call a certain lord." After the title is finished, you can't change it in your life! ”

Guo Jia shook his head with a wry smile, and said with a smile: "Jia is already beginning to regret it, just because the performance of the lord behind him is not wise." Like a child. ”

After laughing, Guo Jia stood up, shook the green clothes on his body, and then put his hands together solemnly and said, "Guo Jia, please see the lord." ”

"Fengxiao, a certain son's room, please get up." Song Shijiang also gradually calmed down, leaned over, held Guo Jiazuo's hand, and said.

"Lord!"