"I?"
Wei Shuyu grinned: "I specialize in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction!"
The little kid curled his lips in disdain.
"Okay, we've finished the introductions, now it's your turn." Wei Shuyu asked.
"Give me the ice juice first."
The little kid looked at the orange juice in Wei Shuyu's hand.
"Answer the question first, and I'll give it to you." Wei Shuyu said with a smile on his face.
The little kid struggled for a while, and finally replied honestly: "My name is Qin Shandao."
Oops...
The three people's eyes suddenly widened.
Even Wei Shuyu is no exception.
Because Qin Shandao’s father is Qin Qiong!
Special forces are also soldiers, so Wei Shuyu also admired famous generals from past dynasties.
And this Qin Qiong was one of Wei Shuyu’s former idols!
Qin Qiong, courtesy name Shubao.
Perhaps in the eyes of many people, he is a door god. He is extremely brave, opened up territories for the Tang Dynasty, and made many military exploits. He is listed as one of the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion.
But in Wei Shuyu's eyes, Qin Qiong is an out-and-out iron-blooded general.
What is iron blood?
Historical records record that Qin Qiong often fell ill. Whenever he was ill, he would say to others: "I have been through more than 200 battles in my life as a soldier. I have been seriously injured many times. I have shed several bushels of blood before and after. How can I not get sick?" Woolen cloth!"
During the Tang Dynasty, one dendrobium was equivalent to 60kg, or 120 kilograms. It was not until the Song Dynasty that one dendrobium was equal to 30kg.
Maybe Qin Qiong's words were exaggerated, but it was undeniable that if he hadn't shed enough blood, he would never dare to say such arrogant words.
What Wei Shuyu admired was not Qin Qiong's illustrious military exploits, but his iron-blooded will to fight at any time whenever necessary!
"Did your father ask you to come to the Imperial College?"
Passing the orange juice to Qin Shandao, Wei Shuyu rubbed the latter's head again.
Because of Qin Qiong, Wei Shuyu's tone also seemed friendly.
"yes."
Qin Shandao drank orange juice and narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.
"He wants you to give up martial arts and become civilized?" Wei Shuyu asked doubtfully.
The Imperial College was a place where the sons of civil servants studied.
Those sons of military generals are all in other academies. In addition to studying and practicing calligraphy, they pay more attention to practicing martial arts and learning the art of war.
"Yes." Qin Shandao nodded, with a sad expression on his face.
"This shouldn't be..." Wei Shuyu touched his chin.
As one of the leaders of the military general group, Qin Qiong did not only have Qin Shandao as his son, so why did Qin Shandao have to be sent to the Imperial Academy?
It would be fine if Qin Shandao had no talent in martial arts, but Qin Shandao's martial arts was not weak.
It is no exaggeration to say that there are almost no opponents in the same age group.
"Your martial arts are not weak, why did your father send you to the Imperial Academy?" Wei Shuyu asked again.
When Qin Shandao heard this, his expression suddenly changed.
I didn’t even drink the orange juice anymore. I put it on the ground, picked up my pants and ran away...
This suddenness stunned Wei Shuyu.
"Did I say the wrong thing?"
Turning around to look at Cui Shenji and Fang Yiai.
"I don't know." They both shook their heads.
"Then why did he run?"
"I don't know." They both shook their heads.
"..." Wei Shuyu was speechless.
I don’t know, what use are you two?
"Brother, can you return the orange juice to me?" Fang Yiai said with a shy face.
"..."
The three of them continued to enjoy the shade in the pavilion and make ice.
But Wei Shuyu became increasingly frustrated the more he thought about it.
It is not absolutely unreasonable for the son of a military commander to abandon martial arts and pursue civility.
It would be okay if he didn't meet him.
But he really couldn't do it if he saw a good young man who was a soldier sinking into the Analects of Confucius and poems and songs like this!
As for Qin Shandao, he has a stronger talent in literature?
Even if he beat Wei Shuyu to death, he wouldn't believe it.
It's study time now, sneak out and hang out, grab orange juice, beat Choi Shin Ki...
Can such a person be able to endure reading?
That's right, they are the same thing as the three of them.
"Little Jiji, little Ai'ai."
Wei Shuyu solemnly ordered: "Go and find out why Qin Shandao came to the Imperial Academy."
"oh."
It's approaching evening.
When it was time for school to end, the entrance to the Imperial College was full of carriages coming to take the young master home.
Qin Shandao swooped out of the Imperial Academy like a wild horse.
As the son of a military commander, he was not so pretentious that he needed a carriage to transport him.
While he was running happily, a group of ruffians blocked his way...
"What do you want to do!"
Qin Shandao's little face was as wrinkled as a bun.
"Collect people's money and eliminate disasters for them."
The leader of the ruffian held a dagger in his hand and looked at Qin Shandao suspiciously.
"My father is Duke Yi, don't you want to live?"
Qin Shandao retreated, ready to escape at any time.
"Don't even think about escaping. Look behind you." The leader of the ruffians was playing with a dagger, looking like he was in control of the situation.
Qin Shandao glanced behind him warily, his heart suddenly in his throat.
I saw seven or eight more ruffians pouring out from behind.
In order to take a shortcut home, he took a small alley. Who would have thought that he would be surrounded by people.
"Have you thought clearly? If you dare to attack me, you will definitely die if my father finds out!" Qin Shandao threatened again.
His eyes were moving wildly, trying to find an escape route.
"We are more afraid of dying poor than dying."
"And after you are deposed, do you think someone will stand up for you in Duke Yiguo's office?"
As if he felt that he had talked too much, the leader waved his hand: "Go ahead, kill him."
Qin Shandao's pupils shrank.
He picked up a broken basket next to him and smashed it over.
The war begins, Qin Shandao fights twenty ruffians alone!
At the same time, at the gate of the Imperial College.
"I'm talking about Shenji, aren't you the first tyrant of the Imperial Academy? No matter how hard you block someone, you can't block anyone." Fang Yiai muttered while holding orange juice in his hand.
"I didn't expect that little kid to be such a thief and disappear in a flash."
Cui Shenji's face turned red.
As the top tycoon of the Imperial College, blocking people at the entrance of the Imperial College was his specialty, but he didn't expect someone to slip away.
"Then what are you going to do now, brother?" Fang Yiai asked carelessly while drinking orange juice.
"Well……"
Cui Shenji was blinded.
After finding out the news about Qin Shandao today, Wei Shuyu wanted to see Qin Shandao again.
Originally, Wei Shuyu was also waiting at the door.
But he couldn't stand Cui Shenji being a bitch and saying something like blocking people, how could he let his eldest brother wait at the door.
With his unremitting efforts, he successfully persuaded Wei Shuyu to rest in a teahouse...
"Yi Ai, what should we do now?" Cui Shenji stamped his feet anxiously.
"Cold salad."
Just when the two were at a loss what to do, Cui Shenji's good friend Wang Xiu suddenly ran over...
"Shenji, Shenji..." Wang Xiu panted.
"what?"
Cui Shenji replied angrily.
He was in no mood to play with these gangsters now.
"Didn't you ask me to find out about Qin Shandao before?"
"I just saw him blocked in an alley."
"Good guy, twenty or so people holding weapons are quite brutal."
As Wang Xiu spoke, Cui Shenji's eyes widened.
Snapped.
Cui Shenji smashed the orange juice on the ground and cursed: "Who dares to bully the people of our Imperial College!"
"Call the brothers, copy the guy!"
