Jiang Yisheng tried to think back, but still couldn't figure it out.
He cupped his hands and lowered his head, suppressing the dissatisfaction in his heart and asked for advice, "Uncle, please give me a clear explanation!"
Song Tan paused as he was about to leave, glanced at Jiang Yisheng, and said with a smile:
"Didn't that old pervert ask you to protect his unborn child? Of course you have to pay close attention to that concubine."
The expression on Jiang Yisheng's face froze.
Old pervert?
He somewhat disagreed, "Uncle Master, he is the king of a country after all. Isn't it... not good to call him this?"
Song Tan sneered, shook his head, and ignored Jiang Yisheng.
The leader's vision is really... unique.
Song Tan was the same generation as the leader and others, but he never accepted disciples.
The stupid ones don't like them, the less talented ones don't like them, but they are all satisfied, and he still finds it troublesome to educate them.
As someone who has never had an apprentice, what he is best at is picking on other people's apprentices. All the juniors in the sect are disliked by him.
Some may even be disliked to the point of doubting their life.
If you go on a mission with him, apart from ensuring your life safety, you should be happy with everything else.
Song Tan left them behind and left first.
Mo Qin looked at the direction Song Tan left and thought of the way he looked at her just now.
This uncle's eyes are too sharp.
How many eyes does he have?
When they returned to their residence, they found that Song Tan had not returned, and they did not know where Song Tan had gone. Zhu Sheng did not follow them into the palace.
Mo Qin even had a good sleep without being disturbed.
I have to say that after Song Tan came, everyone restrained themselves a lot, except Jiang Yisheng.
It seemed that yesterday's grievance made Jiang Yisheng finally remember to work hard. As soon as his genius was revealed, he got up and started practicing swordsmanship.
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"What are you doing this early in the morning? Disturbing your dreams!"
Feng Jun pushed open the door and half-leaned against it, his face looking a bit foul.
In order not to attract too much attention from this bitch like Song Tan, Feng Jun didn't even eat the rations he was thinking about. He was feeling very unhappy now and wanted to find someone to vent to.
Jiang Yisheng made two sharp sword moves, his forehead wet with broken hair stuck to his forehead. He calmed down his rapid breathing before reluctantly saying:
"Please forgive Mr. Feng. It is customary for the sect to get up early to practice swordsmanship on weekdays."
The day's plan begins in the morning. What's wrong with getting up early to practice?
Feng Jun mocked unceremoniously:
"Tsk, with your three-legged cat's skills, it's useless no matter how hard you practice."
Jiang Yisheng is the direct disciple of the sect leader. Even if he is not up to the level of a master, he is definitely far more weak than this.
How could he hear this?
It’s okay to be disliked by his uncle, but Feng Jun, an unknown outsider, actually dares to speak nonsense here?
Jiang Yisheng's eyes sharpened, and he raised his hand holding the hilt of the sword, making an attack gesture.
"In that case, I will ask Mr. Feng for advice!"
He has been practicing since he was a child and has one of the best talents. Naturally, he does not think that Feng Jun will be his opponent.
Feng Jun raised his eyebrows and faced him with bare hands.
He had wanted to beat Jiang Yisheng for a long time, but Jiang Yisheng actually came to his door eagerly. He couldn't bear to miss this good thing.
Jiang Yisheng frowned, "You don't use weapons?"
Feng Jun attacked directly, but Jiang Yisheng barely dodged the attack. He was horrified and did not dare to look down on Feng Jun again.
Feng Jun smiled at him, "I use weapons to deal with you. Does it look like I'm bullying others?"
Now he has recovered 70% to 80%, let alone one Jiang Yisheng, even ten can easily recover.
"..."
Jiang Yisheng soon discovered that he was no match for Feng Jun.
Feng Jun's moves were unstructured, but they were fierce and hit the vital points directly. However, he failed to kill Jiang Yisheng. He was just toying with him, like a cat playing with a mouse.
Jiang Yisheng was beaten to such a state that he lost all the gentleness and integrity in his body, and he was like a lost dog.
What made him collapse even more was that Mo Qin opened the window at some point and was watching the excitement.
Jiang Yisheng urgently stopped and asked Feng Jun angrily:
"May I ask who Mr. Feng studied under?"
He has seen many martial arts techniques, but he has never seen anything like this. Where did Feng Jun come from?
Feng Jun's tone was unflattering, "I'm self-taught."
If it weren't for his pride, Mo Qin would have applauded him.
He knows how to show off.
At this time, Song Tan suddenly appeared on the roof.
"Huh? It's so lively this early in the morning? Are you having a competition? Why don't you take me with you?"
That's what he said, but the god of sight fell directly on Feng Jun, with a very clear purpose.
Feng Jun spread his hands and said, "It's not a discussion, it's clearly because he's looking for me to vent his anger on me. It's bad luck in the morning."
Jiang Yisheng's face darkened, "Stop confusing right and wrong! Mr. Feng, you spoke rudely first. I asked you for advice, but you fooled me!"
Jiang Yisheng was almost furious because he felt aggrieved because his skills were not as good as those of others, and he was also subjected to strange yin and yang.
Why did Tongyi Fengjun go with them in the first place?
Jiang Yisheng didn't remember.
Song Tan nodded, floated to the ground, and said hypocritically:
"Well, Jiang Yisheng is also my nephew after all. If he is bullied, doesn't it mean that I, as an elder, have neglected my duty?"
Jiang Yisheng's mouth twitched.
dereliction of duty?
I didn't see anything qualified about Song Tan before.
Mo Qin rested his elbows on the edge of the bed, watching the excitement with relish, and had no intention of helping to save the situation.
It was a lie to vent his anger on his nephew, but it was a lie to want to test Feng Jun.
Of course Feng Jun also knew what Song Tan meant. He turned to look at Mo Qin and expressed his misery to her.
Mo Qin smiled back and pretended not to understand.
There is a price to be paid for showing off casually.
A mature demon must learn to act cool and end things on his own.
It wasn't that Feng Jun thought he couldn't beat Song Tan, but he couldn't guarantee that Song Tan wouldn't notice anything if he actually fought.
He didn't want to lose his rations.
Feng Jun had a smile on his face, "Uncle Song, there's no need for that. I'm always measured in my actions, but I didn't hurt your good nephew."
Song Tan's eyes became increasingly dangerous, "Who is your uncle?"
The battle is about to break out.
Just then, a eunuch came in from outside.
Seeing the tense atmosphere in the courtyard and the embarrassed Jiang Yisheng, the eunuch was stunned.
Is this internal strife?
He suppressed the gossip and explained his purpose.
Since the emperor wanted them to find out the problem of frequent deaths of his heirs, they naturally wanted to go to the harem.
And this eunuch is responsible for leading them and monitoring them.
After all, there were so many concubines in the harem, and the emperor did not want to be a cuckold.
Mo Qin then came out and suggested:
"Uncle Master, why don't we get down to business first?"
Song Tan glanced at Mo Qin meaningfully.
"Since my nephew has said so, what reason do I have to refuse?"
If Feng Jun really sneaked in with premeditation, the most dangerous person in this group would be Mo Qin.
Song Tan thought without much persistence:
Who is he doing this for?
If something happens to you, you can't blame him, right?
