When Lu Hong entered the door, there was a smug look on his face. In this afternoon's performance, he sacrificed his hue, held hands with Qu Sheng, and played a pair of rabbits. has made such a big sacrifice for the Mizhou Martial Arts Academy, and his prospective brother-in-law will praise it!

It's a pity that he met Song Zheng's alternative smiling face. As soon as he saw the upturned corners of Song Xiaojiao's mouth, Lu Hong's heart suddenly trembled. Things don't seem to be good, as long as this prospective brother-in-law shows such an expression, I'm afraid someone will be unlucky. Lu Hong looked in the room, and the other two were Yang Tong and a man who was less than thirty years old. Lu Hong knew that the eldest brother surnamed Zhu was a good friend of Yang Tong, and he didn't know why he also appeared here.

However, Lu Hong didn't have the heart to think about these anymore, because Song Zheng's smile was definitely not aimed at Yang and Zhu, so needless to say, the unlucky one must be himself. He had to think about it with all his might, he didn't provoke Song Zheng, how could he have such an expression? Could it be that today's performance of the Yunzhou Martial Arts Academy is not up to par? But I think it's a good performance.

Song Zheng sat on the chair and didn't speak, just stared at Lu Hong, and saw that Lu Hong's heart was furious. Yang and Zhu chatted in a low voice, and they didn't even look at Lu Hong.

After half a cup of tea, Lu Hong couldn't hold it anymore, and he said expectantly: "Xiao Song Jiaoxi, what do you call me?" ”

"What do you say?" Song Zheng's voice was a little cold.

"Isn't it this afternoon? I'm doing what you want! ”

"Do you think you're doing a good job?"

"No...... Not so good! "Lu Hong is very afraid of King Song Yan, although Song Zheng and Lu Hong's sister hooked up, they can train Lu Hong, and they are not affectionate at all. During this period of training in the Mizhou military camp, Lu Hong's skin was almost peeled off. It made Lu Heng afraid and respectful, and now when he was asked this question, he suddenly felt a little weak, and he stammered a little when he spoke.

"Where didn't you play well?"

"I ...... I do not know! Lu Hong's voice trembled.

"Hmph, I asked you to lead the team, but I didn't let you act like a girl, let alone play a ruffian!" The corners of Song Zheng's mouth trembled and said, "What did I say about the note I gave you?" It's just that I want you not to perform real kung fu, and the team's posture and appearance should be worse than usual. But what did you get done? It's a bunch of street thugs! It's counterproductive for you to do this, and it will make the people of the Yunzhou Martial Academy even more guess your plan! People will know at a glance that you are using a 'counter-trick'. Even if you couldn't see it at the time, when you think about it when you go back, you must have guessed it. ”

Song Zheng knocked on the table, "Self-defeating, stupid!" ”

"They're not that smart, are they?" Lu Hong was a little unconvinced.

"You are the son of Lu Shoubei, if you really have an ass, it would have spread a long time ago. As long as the people from the Yunzhou Martial Arts Academy inquire a little, they will know that you are cheating. This is one of them. Second, the martial arts institutes in other places pay more attention to Dabi than we do, and they must have sent people to inquire about the details of each team. Others don't know how we train, but they must know that we hid in the barracks. People who come out of the barracks are so unqualified? It takes half a day to even stand in line? Don't you think it's ridiculous that there are still people carrying people to the training ground? Third, you don't have any proper shape at all in practice, and you don't talk about any tactics, like playing monkeys, and you still play yourself. Fourth, the team members changed into team uniforms, which was of course used to confuse the enemy's audio-visual appearance. But there's no one who fits the uniform, isn't it too weird? Can't Mizhou make clothes that fit? Wouldn't you let someone of similar shape change their clothes? It's just as confusing, but it's even better! ”

Song Zheng asked four questions in a row, making Lu Hong break out in a cold sweat. I thought I had learned the essence of Song Gongzi's performance, but I didn't expect that I didn't even learn the skin.

Song Zheng's words also made Yang Tong's face a little feverish, and after he received Song Zheng's note, he let Lu Hong do it, but he didn't expect it to be full of loopholes. He thought the teaching of the team leader was very good at the time, and he enjoyed it for a while.

"So, what now?" Lu Hong regretted it and was a little anxious. For this big competition, he trained hard, in case he was taken down by Song Zheng and replaced with a substitute, he couldn't explain to his father when he went back.

"I'll tell you more about the specific situation before I go on the field tomorrow. When you finish playing with the Yunzhou team, if you win or lose, you have to write a letter of accusation to me, which must be profound. Well, if you win, write 500 words, and if you lose, hehe, write a 10,000-word confession letter! Song Zheng has the right to punish students to write reviews, so naturally they have to use it well, when they were in school in their last life, they were asked by teachers to write many reviews, Song Zheng made a grand wish back then, if he had the opportunity to be a teacher, he must use the students' review books, stacked into a bed, and he lay on the bed and counted the stars.

In fact, writing a review book is also the killer feature of "Brother Lacking De" Song Gongzi, and as soon as this review comes out, he is invincible and invincible in the Mizhou Martial Arts Institute. After all, it is no less difficult for these martial arts people to hold back such a thousand-word review book than Zhang Fei's embroidery. Many would rather travel 20 miles than write a review known as a "letter of incrimination."

Therefore, when Lu Hong heard that it was "ten thousand words", he almost sat down on the ground.

———————— came out of the stronghold of the Mizhou Martial Academy, Zhu Jian sent Song Zheng to a hundred zhang away from the Sihua Inn, and then hurriedly returned to the stronghold of the Imperial City Division to report the news. Song Zheng didn't tell him about Luan, he needed to go back to the inn and think carefully about countermeasures.

Song Zheng found Hu Qiang thirty zhang away from the inn, he said hello very covertly, and rushed back to the inn. The ** part of the inn has been rested, and in the East Wing Restaurant, there are still two rooms with lights on, but there is no sound. Song Zheng was a little strange, because if he had been drinking until now, he would have been drunk and talking, how could he be as silent as now.

Song Zheng glanced twice, the window was closed, and there was nothing wrong with it from the outside, but Song Zheng faintly felt as if a pair of eyes were staring downstairs. Song Zheng didn't dare to stay longer, and soon returned to room No. 9.

In the room, Ming'er, Bei Leye, and Bei Suo's master and servant were waiting anxiously. All three of them were in a hurry, and they all stood up. Ming'er knew that the situation was complicated, and she didn't dare to open the window, just stared at the door anxiously.

Song Zheng nodded at the three of them, "Xiaobei, you and Bei Suo will leave first tomorrow, and you don't have to leave the room, so as not to be suspicious of others." You can go to the various medicine merchants and ask them to help arrange a place to stay, or you can find another inn far away from here, but don't come to the vicinity of the martial arts academy, let alone the Four Transformations Inn! ”

"Brother Zheng, what's wrong? Dabi will only start tomorrow. ”

"Trust me, there's something big going on here, and it's not for you to be a part of, and it might be dangerous to stay here."

"Brother Zheng, we are in trouble, you ......" Xiaobei saw Song Zheng's serious face, and hurriedly wanted to ask what happened, but Song Zheng waved his hand and signaled them not to ask. Xiaobei had no choice but to nod, went out with Bei Suo, and went back to the room.

After the two went out, Song Zheng sat down, his face sinking like water. Ming'er was extremely nervous, but she didn't speak. She knew that if Song Zheng wanted to tell her, he would definitely tell her. If she didn't want to tell her, it was useless for her to ask.

Song Zheng took out the large half of the paper from his arms and looked at it under the lamp. Zhang Shang did not mention the words "Wanyan Yusheng", but marked it with "No. A". The content is eighteen years old, with the appearance of a scholar, seven feet six inches tall, with a white face and beard, high eyes and a wide nose, which is exactly the appearance of Yan Zisheng. Through comparison, Song Zheng quickly knew that "No. B" refers to Yan Zise, while No. C refers to Zhang Zong. It is also specially noted that No. C is the division of No. A, who knows a little about martial arts and has a stunt. As for what the stunt is, it is not explained.

In addition, the four people of wind, rain, thunder and lightning are called Ding 1, Ding 2, Ding 3, and Ding 4. And the E number should refer to Yan Zise's maidservant.

Under these materials, the room numbers of Yan Zisheng and others are indicated, which are very accurate, and it seems that it took a lot of work to find out.

To Song Zheng's surprise, Yan Zisheng and the others, in addition to the Four Modernizations Inn, actually had a stronghold in Licheng. Because a corner was torn off, only the words "on the big day" remained in the last line. Literally, this should be the address of the stronghold, but there is no street with "day" in Licheng!

Song Zheng looked at it carefully again, and found nothing new, so he had to put the paper into his arms. Looking up and seeing Ming'er's gaze, Song Zheng groaned, and still said everything he said tonight, and he didn't even hide what Yan Yusheng was talking about. As Song Zheng narrated, Ming'er became more nervous, especially after hearing Luan Xu's whirling monster blade, she covered her mouth even more.

When Song Zheng took out the piece of paper again and handed it to Ming'er, Ming'er didn't even look at it, but pointed upward. Song Zheng nodded. Ming'er's face became a little gloomy. He whispered, "The Emperor's House, ruthless." So he sat down on a stool and bowed his head.

Song Zheng knew that it evoked her memories, so he quickly stood up and naturally rested her head on his chest. Song Zheng knew that if it weren't for the unification dispute involving Great Qi, her younger brother Xiao Yan would not have died tragically, and she would not have been forced to live in another country, let alone be forced to change her name, and she would not even dare to call her own real name. How many people have buried their bones for the sake of this damn throne. Even if she fled to a remote place like Songjiazhuang, she was still found and hunted down. Even her last close person, Dr. Gao, died in order to save her. If it weren't for Song Zheng, she would no longer be alive.

Ming'er snuggled her head against Song Zheng's chest, and tears flowed down her eyes, wetting Song Zheng's clothes. Song Zheng didn't know what to say for a while, just stroked her hair to show comfort. A quarter of an hour later, Ming'er raised her head and muttered, "Zheng, you must not be alone in the future. We can avenge this revenge, but we really can't, so let's go to a place where no one is there and live in seclusion, and live happily and happily, isn't it good? ”

This is Ming'er's plea, and it is also the first time she has shown her heart to Song Zheng, and at this moment, everything seems so natural. At this time, Song Zheng naturally did not refuse, but patted her on the back twice, and what he pondered in his heart was a big deal worth saving Yan Zisheng. (Starting with this chapter, each chapter will be more than 3,000 words from now on.) In the new week, Xiao Gu will repay everyone with diligence, and ask weakly, are there any flowers? Cast one. ）