"Miss Song, the general's words cannot be violated...... Meng Kuo is worthy of being poisoned by old ideas, and he is fully loyal in what he says.

Song Qingyi suddenly didn't know how to communicate with him, and looked at him very deeply: "This matter is purely my carelessness, and it has nothing to do with it, you just didn't hear what Meng Yu said." ”

Meng Kuo seemed to want to speak, but Song Qingyi took the first step to directly block all his words: "I don't want you to think that I want me to feel, I don't think you're wrong, so, let's go." ”

Her words made Meng Kuo a little stunned, he didn't know what was wrong with him, and the confused person left.

Song Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and was stared at by Meng Yu, he spat out coldly, "If I didn't want to let him go, do you think you can make small moves under my nose?" ”

"Eh, General Mengda, don't say that, it's all friends." Song Qingyi shrank his head and said casually.

Meng Yu turned his head with a snort and continued to study the crossbow.

The soldiers peeking around were almost scattered, and Song Qingyi took advantage of the chaos to think about leaving, but as soon as he took a step, Meng Yu's voice sounded behind him.

"Where did this crossbow come from?"

Song Qingyi was stunned when she bent over, turned her head to look at Meng Yu, and licked her palate in some shock.

"It doesn't matter where he came from, it didn't fall from the sky anyway." Song Qingyi diverted the topic, helped herself cover up a little, and then looked at Meng Yu's unskilled fiddling with the crossbow, and suddenly became energetic.

"General Meng, you probably haven't seen such a strange treasure as a crossbow, and even the movements used are a little wrong."

Meng Yu raised his eyebrows, a little surprised by her words.

All weapons seem to be somewhat the same in his eyes, as long as they know something else, they can be proficient in drilling, but today they were taught a lesson by a little girl who couldn't even shout the names of weapons.

But he didn't feel bad, and even more so with some joy.

"Since you are so capable, why don't you teach General Jiaoben how to make this crossbow?" Meng Yu's tail note rose slightly, "Master Song." ”

The sentence "Master Song" smashed Song Qingyi's brain unconscious, she smiled wryly, and took Meng Yu into the training ground.

The two walked in one after the other, and the soldiers who were training had their eyes wide open.

Song Qingyi coughed pretending to be in a posture, put the crossbow between his palms and began to introduce: "The crossbow is originally light, you don't have to deliberately hold it in your hand, just put it in your palm at will." ”

As her voice disappeared, Meng Yu nodded as if she didn't understand.

The slender fingers hooked a stretch line behind the crossbow, and at the same time gently touched the mechanism on the side of the crossbow, and in the blink of an eye, the silver needle in the center of the crossbow shot out.

I couldn't hear the sound of the wind that pierced the air, and I saw that there were already three small holes in the target that Song Qingyi was facing him.

After the demonstration, Song Qingyi was a little proud, grabbed the crossbow and waved it between his palms.

"That's how to use it, remember that the elastic line and trap are triggered at the same time. Currently, the crossbow can fire three silver needles in a row, and if you personally prefer short-handled arrows, a change will also work. ”

Meng Yu took the crossbow and weighed it in his palm for a while, and tried a few times to learn from Song Qingyi's appearance, but each time he hit the bull's-eye impartially. Reading Temple

The soldiers had long lost the mind to train, and they all came over to watch the two take turns using the crossbow, especially when they saw that Song Qingyi could get close to the bull's-eye every time, and the cheers were one after another.

Meng Yu's face was a little unsightly in an instant, and he thought that someone had poured a basin of ink on it: "The training task is too easy, or are you more idle, if you are more idle, why don't you accompany you to practice?" ”

When a leisurely sentence came out, all the onlookers seemed to be poured from their heads to the bottom by a basin of cold water, a heart-piercing and biting coldness.

In an instant, they were scattered, and only a few of the bolder ones were still hesitating in place, and the place where the water could not be drained suddenly became a bird.

Song Qingyi raised her eyebrows slightly, what was going on in the blink of an eye......

The wrist was suddenly pulled by a force, and before Song Qingyi could react to what was going on, he immediately staggered back a few steps.

She barely stabilized her figure, and fixed her eyes to see that the person who was pulling her was actually Meng Yu, as if she had seen a ghost.

"Tap, it hurts!" Song Qingyi was dissatisfied with Meng Yu's rudeness, and reminded indignantly in the back.

Meng Yu's grip on her wrist loosened slightly.

When a group of soldiers saw that Song Qingyi was leaving, they stopped their movements and turned their heads to look at her, with a little reluctance in their eyes.

Some aggrieved eyes suddenly poked a certain lump in Song Qingyi's heart, and she didn't know where she found a few pieces of paper with contact information written on them, and handed the paper to the surrounding soldiers while following Meng Yu.

"Welcome to me when you have time in the future!"

Her hand waved vigorously, and Meng Yu looked at it and felt more and more angry in her heart, as if she was blocking a ball of cotton, very stuffy.

A honey-colored hand suddenly swept in front of her eyes, and before Song Qingyi could react, she saw that the paper in her hand was all broken, floating down like a fairy scattering flowers, and they were all raised.

Song Qingyi was about to see which bastard boy who didn't have long eyes was hindering her from expanding her business, but as soon as she raised her head, she met Meng Yu's eyes, and all the words she wanted to say were stuck in her throat, replaced by a bit of a dog-legged smile.

Meng Yu dragged Song Qingyi all the way directly into the house, he pushed the door and locked it by the way, Song Qingyi was a little confused, looking at the closed door and feeling a little panicked, he turned his head and kept staring at the man sitting behind the desk: "That...... Will I be able to go home? ”

"Home?" Meng Yu just lifted his eyelids, and then said two words lightly, "Dream." ”

Song Qingyi's heart instantly pulled out the cold, she stood up from the chair with a carp, propped her hands on the desk, and looked at Meng Yu, condescending.

"I'm going back." She spoke word by word, and spoke very clearly.

"Impossible." Meng Yu didn't even give her a look, and continued to look at the scroll in his hand, clearly ignoring the things outside the window and only reading the books of the sages.

"I said, I'm going back!" Song Qingyi continued to repeat with some reluctance, "I don't want to stay in the General's Mansion anymore. ”

Meng Yu simply didn't even give her a look, and Song Qingyi was finally a little deflated.

He sat directly on the ground, his mouth bulging like a hamster.

If you look closely, there seem to be some tears in your eyes.

Meng Yu inadvertently saw that the depression in his heart was even worse.