Song Zhao fell ill 1
It was precisely because they knew that this was a mortal game, so the officials looked at Si Yu with sympathy.
Such an obvious pit, smart people can't jump it, right?
Song Yu was angry and anxious, and was about to open his mouth to persuade Emperor Yuan Chun to take back his fate.
In the next second, I heard Si Yu's lazy and lazy voice sound,
"We will live up to our mission."
Everyone was stunned.
Si Yu actually agreed?
With such a big pit, isn't he afraid of death?
Or does he think that with his lack of combat strength, he can submit the Black Shield Army?
Emperor Yuan Chun's eyes were deep, but he didn't expect Si Yu to respond.
Sure enough, it was a young boy who was not afraid of tigers with newborn calves.
He wants to die, and Emperor Yuan Chun will not stop him. Anyway, he didn't persecute it, if Si Yu died in southern Xinjiang, no one would criticize Emperor Yuan Chun.
The crown prince and the queen didn't say a word during the whole process, and they didn't bother to give Si Yu a single glance for his stupid behavior of looking for death.
*
After the palace banquet, each went back to his own house.
In less than half an hour, the news that Si Yu was going to southern Xinjiang to lead the army on an expedition had already spread.
Not to mention how the outside world ridicules, despises and looks down on them.
Here, Si Yu followed the Song family back to the General's Mansion and was criticized and educated by the Song family.
Song stomped his feet angrily, "You, why did you agree to the Holy Lord's expedition to southern Xinjiang, don't you know that the Black Shield Army is a group of wild and untamable dogs, where is your little white-faced image with no foundation?" ”
Si Yu sat down in his robe.
Eating the tea at hand casually, his eyebrows and eyes, which have always been clear, are bloody and savage, "Uncle Song doesn't have to worry, it's a wild dog, and he's afraid of wolves." And I am the evil wolf who tames them. ”
The young man raised his eyes proudly.
At this time, his eyebrows and eyes are not as low-key and harmless as in the past.
It is like a sharp sword that has been covered with dust, and after washing away the lead, the edge of the knife is fully revealed.
It is the appearance of a hero who stands up to the sky.
Old Taijun Song was shocked in her heart, and asked in her heart, "Xiaoyu, are you sure you can win?" ”
Si Yu smiled, "Black Shield Army, I am determined to win." ”
Emperor Yuan Chun thought that he would not be able to lead the Black Shield Army into the battle against the Xiongnu, and if he went, he would be pinched to death by that group of bandits.
As everyone knows, he will take the opportunity to recover the Black Shield Army as his own army, which will become his first big move.
Unstoppable.
When Song Yu heard this, he couldn't help but sweat for Emperor Yuanchun.
The old onmyoji will soon regret his contempt.
The Dasheng Dynasty focused on military power.
Once Si Yu won the Black Shield Army, no one could hinder his brilliant future.
*
Tonight, Si Yu is going to go to southern Xinjiang.
He changed into the talisman armor sent by Song Yu.
The silver blade sets off his already slender and upright figure, and his golden posture is outstanding, and his body contains a murderous aura.
The appearance of the young man reflected in the bronze mirror, and the wild atmosphere between the eyebrows, is terrifying.
It seems that he is not the first time to go on an expedition, but a king who has already killed all over the world.
He was a natural warrior.
*
Dead.
There are two small orange lamps hanging in the bedroom of Shoyo-in.
The little girl's boudoir is full of sweet fragrance.
Song Zhao was wearing a thin middle coat, sitting quietly by the window with a small face, and writing something seriously with a pen.
Si Yu jumped in through the open west window opposite.
Song Zhao raised his little face, his eyebrows and eyes curved like a crescent moon, "Fourth brother, you came just in time, I am writing prayers for you." I wish you success in this expedition. ”