Mao Tu, who was following Yang Zijun, also saw Qin Ming at this moment.
"Wow! Young master, you are so handsome! If you take a spear and ride a horse, tsk tsk, I don't know how many little ladies will be charmed!"
As soon as Uotu finished speaking, she felt a cold wind hit the back of her neck.
Mao Tu shivered and glanced back instinctively, and happened to meet Xiao Meiniang's narrow phoenix eyes.
[Aunt Mei’s eyes are so scary! ]
...
Six quarters past noon,
A luxury convoy of three hundred people was driving on the official road outside the west city of Chang'an.
Pedestrians on the official road gave way as far away as possible.
On the roadside, two tall figures wearing leather armor and holding long cloth packages were staring directly at the luxury motorcade.
The tall, dark-skinned young man wearing leather armor reached out and tugged on his companion's sleeve, turned his head and muttered in a low voice:
"Old Zhang, look carefully, the armor on those Qingqi is so strange!"
The red-faced strong man beside him nodded solemnly and said:
"The style of these armors is the most common style of leather armor found in weapons shops in Chang'an City. The reason why you find it strange is because these leather armors are all sewn with fish scales."
The swarthy boy took a closer look, took a breath of cold air, and shouted:
"Mom, this is really the case, how much does it cost!"
"At a glance at this splendid scene, one can tell that it is another gilded disciple sent by the big family of Chang'an City."
Zhang Ye stretched out his hand on the dark boy's head, slapped it hard, and said:
"You brat, what nonsense are you talking about! Be careful that trouble comes from your mouth!"
The swarthy boy scratched his head and whispered:
"You're not wrong."
Hearing this, Zhang Ye raised his arm, pretending to fight again.
"How dare you talk nonsense."
At this time, Zhang Ye's sixth sense, honed over many years of fighting, told him that he was being targeted.
Zhang Ye retracted his hand and turned to look towards the motorcade. He happened to see a young man and glanced at him coldly.
Zhang Ye hunched over, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light passed through his eyes.
Zi Shu on the horse curled his lips, snorted coldly, and looked away.
He lightly tapped the horse's belly with his feet and drove the horse forward.
When Xugou heard Zishu snort, he turned his head and said doubtfully:
"Brother, is there something wrong?"
Zi Shu shook his head, pointed his riding crop at the end of the team and said:
"It's nothing. I'll go to the front to open the way. Brother Eleven, you go to the back to hold down the formation."
When Xu Gou heard this, he did not doubt that he was there. He cupped his hands towards Zi Shu and shouted respectfully.
At the same time, Zi Shu waved his riding whip and drove his horse towards the front of the convoy.
[Someone feels that there is something wrong with that man’s eyes! ]
[Could it be that it was the first time that a certain person went on a long trip with the young master, so he was too nervous and a little suspicious? ]
...
On the other side, the dark-skinned boy tugged at Zhang Ye's sleeve again and said doubtfully:
"Lao Zhang, are you okay?"
Zhang Ye turned around and glanced at the dark-skinned boy sideways, and said:
"Agui, remember, whenever you encounter this group of people in the future, you must stay away from them."
The swarthy boy frowned and said in confusion:
"Why?"
"Is it because they are children of aristocratic families? Is it because they are a head shorter than them?"
"Hmph, the army is no better than the court, and it's not their turn to cover the sky with one hand."
"Besides, promotion in the army relies on actual military merit, not words. I still don't believe it. With so-and-so's ability, he can't get ahead."
The swarthy boy became more and more excited as he spoke.
He waved the long cloth package in his hand vigorously, his eyes full of yearning for a military career.
"Hey, by the way, Lao Zhang, you said before that he is the fastest promoted in the army..."
Zhang Ye sighed upon seeing this.
To be honest, he suddenly regretted it at this moment.
If he had known this, he should not have taken this young fellow from Longmen County, Jiangzhou, to sign up to join the army a few days ago.
[Forget it, if that doesn't work, just wait until he gets to the army and ask those people to transfer him out of the army. ]
Zhang Ye thought so.
"Hey, Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang, you should say something back!"
Zhang Ye came back to his senses and said doubtfully:
"Oh, what did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly."
The swarthy boy stamped his feet upon hearing this, snorted and said:
"A certain person just asked you, is the fastest-promoted person in the army a scout?"
Zhang Ye's eyes widened when he heard this, and he said in disbelief:
"You kid, don't you want to be a scout?"
The swarthy boy smiled, showing his big white teeth.
"That's right."
Zhang Ye stamped his feet fiercely and said sadly:
"You brat, are you desperate for your life? Do you think being a scout is that easy?"
The dark-skinned boy shook the long cloth package, put it on his shoulders, raised his chin, and said with high spirits:
"Lao Zhang, don't worry. I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child. Those uncivilized barbarians can't hurt me."
"Anyway, I have decided that when I get to the army later, I will take the initiative to petition and become a scout."
Zhang Ye sighed secretly when he heard this.
[This little brother really doesn’t know how to live or die! ]
[Hey, that’s all. It’s hard to persuade a damned devil with good words, so let him go. ]
...
On the other side, the wheels were rolling. As the carriage got closer and closer to the camp in the west of the city, the atmosphere in Qin Ming's exclusive car became more and more dull.
Wan'er, who wore twin ponytails and a pink skirt, was the first to lose control of her expression.
She took the lead and threw herself into Qin Ming's arms, sobbing softly.
"Son... you'd better take your slave with you!"
"The slave cannot live without the master..."
Wan'er's cry was like blowing the horn of attack.
Xiao Changxi, Yang Zijun, Mao Tu, and Si She all gathered around Qin Ming.
Some of them cried silently, such as Xiao Changxi and Si She.
Some were wiping away tears while expressing loudly their reluctance, such as Xiao Qingwan, Yang Zijun and Mao Tu.
Qin Ming looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly felt an impulse in his heart. He wanted to immediately open the window and ask Qin Da to turn around and go back.
But as soon as he raised his butt, something came to his mind.
Cheng Chumo and Cheng Chuliang, those two honest smiling faces, and the two haggard faces of Aunt Cui and Aunt Pei.
And Uncle Cheng, Uncle Niu...
.....
If anyone was to say who was the calmest person present at this time, it was the Empress of the Sui Dynasty, and it was none other than Xiao Meiniang.
She leaned on the sofa, folded her hands on her chest, and her narrow phoenix eyes swept back and forth on Yang Zijun and Qin Ming, not knowing what she was thinking.
.....
