"General?" Nanqiang glanced at Song Qingyu and wanted to say some disdainful cruel words, but looked at Song Qingyu's eyebrows and let out a sigh of relief.

"Why do you want to be a general?"

"I think a man should be heroic and sassy on the battlefield for a lifetime, and he should be the prince of the battle."

Nanqiang took a sip of wine: "Have you ever killed someone?" ”

Song Qingyu was surprised: "Murder? Why kill people, killing people is to pay for their lives. My old father had nothing else to ask for in his life, but to keep me from being contaminated with wine and wealth, to devote himself to the study of literature, and to become a generation of literary masters like my old uncle, who was admired by the people of humanity. ”

Nanqiang smiled contemptuously: "No wonder I got you a sword that doesn't work." I didn't even dare to kill anyone, and I said that I would be a general, just your small body and three-legged cat kung fu, I was scared when I first went to the battlefield, and I cried and went home to beg my grandfather to tell my grandmother. ”

Song Qingyu's face turned red, and she slapped the table: "You dare to underestimate me?!" Who said that I can't kill the enemy on the battlefield, I can't learn martial arts if I don't have good martial arts, anyway, I just want a majestic general! ”

Nanqiang shook his finger: "Your brother-in-law is the king of Nanhuai, and it is not easy to go to the battlefield." ”

Song Qingyu's eyes lit up, and then dimmed for a moment: "Heh, can't you think of my old father if you think of it?" It's because my sister Qingluan married to the king of Nanhuai as a continuation, my father has already greeted my brother-in-law of the king of Nanhuai, who has made great achievements, do you know what my brother-in-law of the iron pimple said? ”

Nanqiang listened to the iron pimple, and thought it was true, her father was a piece of iron pimple, as long as he believed that he would not change it.

"How?"

"He said that the Changning Army has strict military rules and will never treat relatives leniently."

Song Qingyu put her hands on the back of her head and sighed long: "I, I can't dream of being a general in this life, at most I can be a chivalrous hero." You think, if I get a fame and start a family on my own, I will go out in my spare time to see injustice, draw a sword to help, and think about it. ”

Nanqiang snorted contemptuously, a son of a rich and noble family like Song Qingyu, who does not eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, and is dedicated to dreaming of rivers and lakes, can be regarded as a clear stream.

The Song family's family rules can teach Song Qingyu such a temperament, most of them are old and old, too pampered, and used to having a problem.

Nanqiang gnawed on a bone and looked at Song Qingyu: "Do you really want to be chivalrous?" Do you want me to give you a chance to practice and have a good time? ”

Song Qingyu's eyes were starry, and the sea was shining with a little starlight.

Nanqiang looked at Song Qingyu with an excited face, and his smile was even more meaningful.

At night, Nanqiang picked a remote alley, and Song Qingyu followed behind.

"Do we want to uphold justice or rob the rich and help the poor?" Song Qingyu looked around cautiously.

Nanqiang approached the dead end, Song Qingyu raised his eyebrows, Nanqiang threw a short knife at his waist to Song Qingyu, Song Qingyu took the knife, his hand was heavy, and it was a little difficult to hold.

It is the middle of June, the bright moon hangs high on the branches of the trees, the moon stars are sparse and the stars are faint, and a gust of wind carries the fragrance of night flowers.

Song Qingyu leaned the short knife on the ground and looked at Nanqiang, who had his hands crossed in front of his chest and said nothing.

"What are we doing here?"

"Wait for someone."

Song Qingyu was suspicious: "Who are you waiting for?" ”

"Wait for the people who come to kill us." Nanqiang looked at Song Qingyu: "Don't be scared later." ”

Song Qingyu snorted unruly, and after a moment, Song Qingyu heard the sound of small steps on the eaves.

Nanqiang turned to the side and said softly, "It's here." ”

After speaking, Nanqiang took out the dart from his arms, and before Song Qingyu could see the dart clearly, a person rolled down from the eaves.

Song Qingyu was startled, and for a moment Song Qingyu held a knife and approached Nanqiang: "You actually killed someone?!" ”

Nanqiang ignored Song Qingyu and pushed Song Qingyu forward, Song Qingyu looked at the man in black who was rushing forward, his legs trembled, and his white hand clenched the long knife.

This sword is much heavier than his jade sword!

Nan Qiang pressed one hand on Song Qingyu's shoulder, and jumped into the air: "They are all thieves in the rivers and lakes who do all kinds of evil, it's a pity to kill them!" ”

Song Qingyu's legs and feet are weak, now it's not Jiang Yang's thief's problem, it's him......

Nanqiang pulled out another dart, this time closer, Song Qingyu watched the dart inserted into the man's throat, the plasma gushed out, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Song Qingyu smelled the strong smell of blood, and her stomach was tumbling upside down.

Nanqiang looked at Song Qingyu, who was clubbed in place like a piece of wood: "You kid want to die, don't you?" ”

Song Qingyu held the knife and trembled: "I...... I can't do it! ”

Nanqiang pushed Song Qingyu forward, Song Qingyu held the knife in his hand, and the person rushing in front of him just stuck it on the tip of the knife.

Song Qingyu looked at the man's eyes as if they were about to protrude, and he was so frightened that he wanted to withdraw his hand, Nanqiang turned around, Song Qingyu clenched the short knife and pulled it out hard.

Nanqiang twisted the last person's hand together for a moment, Song Qingyu heard the clicking sound of bones, and the black-clothed man in Nanqiang's hand was paralyzed to the ground with a painful face.

Nan Qiang wiped the blood splashed on his face, Song Qingyu's face turned pale with fright, and Nan Qiang went over to take his short knife.

"Gone."

Song Qingyu came back to her senses and followed: "What about the corpse?" Just leave it like that? You've killed someone! ”

Nanqiang looked at Song Qingyu and felt some regrets in his heart, but these regrets were only for a moment.

He didn't even dare to kill anyone, couldn't lift a knife, and said that he wanted to be a general, either he would go back and be a good gentleman, or he would listen to his family's arrangements in a down-to-earth manner.

A heart is ready to move, don't do anything, the young man is not sad for the old, and it is useless to regret it when he is white.

If it weren't for the fact that this hairy boy was his uncle, he wouldn't have bothered to teach this kid.

Nan Qiang was upset by Song Qingyu's chatter, Nan Qiang stopped and turned around: "As a man, it's a little bit, chirp like a girl, which general have you ever seen like you." ”

Song Qingyu stopped in front of him, aggrieved in his eyes: "The first time you kill someone, you can feel at ease, then you can call a beast that doesn't understand human nature and is not subject to moral constraints." ”

Nanqiang took a deep breath, thinking back to the first time she killed someone, she was also a little apprehensive, but it didn't show it on her face!

"You're not killing people, you're beasts, you're morally constrained fart!"

Song Qingyu retorted: "But even though he is a wicked person, he also has the laws of the Great Zhou, so he can collect evidence and send it to the Yamen Mansion, what is not good for this murder and exile." ”

Nan Qiang slapped Song Qingyu's head hard: "I usually see you walking around with a broken sword and swaggering through the market, I thought you had a few bloody, but I didn't expect it, your bones are still sour and unchangeable!"

If the government is useful, where is there so much robbery of people's daughters in this world, forcing good people to kill people and set fire to prostitutes?

I think you just read a book to the belly of a dog, but you have a crooked idea in the belly of a dog!

If you can't do it, I advise you not to worship this division, or go back to rest quickly, go to bed early and dream of your general, act chivalrous and righteous in your dreams, and kill on the battlefield! I don't care about you! ”

Nan Qiang pushed Song Qingyu away in disgust, thanks to the fact that this kid was not her uncle.