Let's talk about Weng Zhong, he was transferred to the frontline combat soldiers, and he was in the same team as Zhao Gao and others. Others around him didn't know Zhao Gao and Zhao Zheng, but he did, but when he accepted the arrangement, he didn't speak loudly. When the matter was publicized, they only looked at them warily when no one was around.
"What do you want to ask, strong man?" Zhao Zheng switched back to his Qin accent and asked lazily, looking at Weng Zhong who was full of defensiveness.
Weng Zhong was startled by his change of accent, and he was speechless for a long time.
Zhao Zheng was a little proud, thinking: This guy finally realized that he had arrested the wrong person.
Unexpectedly, Weng Zhong came back to his senses, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked him nervously: "You Zhao Guoxizuo... are so awesome, Qin Guo's accent... you can even imitate Qin's accent so much?"
Zhao Zheng's mouth froze: "..."
Zhao Gao watched a certain bun make a fool of himself from the side and laughed "very well".
Regardless of whether he got the answer or not, Weng Zhong, a tall and tall man with a height of nine feet, lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he muttered to himself: "Learn...I also learn from Zhao Yu. "
After talking to himself, he said to the two of them: "I don't know General Zuo arranged this... why he arranged it this way... but I can't trust you, and I will monitor you in the future."
From that day on, Weng Zhong did two more things besides daily training. One was to monitor the two of them all the time, and the other was to threaten Zhao Gao with detailed work to teach him to learn Zhao language.
Zhao Gao didn't know whether to laugh or cry after being threatened by him, but he didn't say anything, nodded and agreed readily.
Zhao Zheng couldn't stop him in time, and felt sour in his heart.
Zhao Gao looked at it and teased in a funny way: "You recommended this person here. I just wanted to see that he was willing to teach him a few words. It's like I want to drive you out of the door."
Zhao Zheng was originally humming in dissatisfaction, but he stopped humming when he heard this. With Weng Zhong on his back, he changed his expression and raised his eyebrows, approaching Zhao Gao ambiguously and whispered in his ear: "As your 'disciple', you I've slept with you before, so you're willing to let it go?" He deliberately misinterpreted the meaning, and emphasized the word "invasion" in "disciple who entered the room" very hard, and the final sound of the word was raised, which actually gave it a bit of a demagoguery. .
Zhao Zheng was actually a little nervous when he said this. After saying this, he watched Zhao Gao's reaction carefully, not missing any detail on his face. It's a pity that Zhao Gao, apart from being slightly surprised when he first heard it, only felt helpless when he came back to his senses.
Talking about Zhao Gao again, in fact, when Zhao Zheng said those words, his heart was slightly agitated, and somewhere there was an unnoticeable itch that was aroused by those words. But he was worried about another thing and didn't take this to heart.
Ever since the conversation started that day, Zhao Zheng has been behaving like this frequently. The two of them are both teachers and friends, and they are both old men. It is normal for them to joke with each other, and Zhao Gao does not really put himself in the situation. In the position of teacher, in his opinion, friends and courtiers are more important. Moreover, when Guo Kai asked who the seal was for, he himself also made fun of Zhao Zheng.
But every time Zhao Zheng took advantage of him, Zhao Gao could only look at the sky speechlessly in his heart.
You said, what a stuffed bun chicken, you have kept it in your hand for so many years and it has been smoothing well. Suddenly one day, someone stopped letting you dry it, and instead they held you in their hands and played with it like a chicken. Son, who can get used to this feeling?
Of course, if he ignored it, then Zhao Gao would really no longer be Zhao Gao. His eyes drifted to Weng Zhong and asked Zhao Zheng to take a look. Then he pretended to be serious and said: "If the wife is of bad nature, the husband can stop marrying her, let alone a teacher." Disciple. If the 'disciple who enters the house' is not to my liking, why not change it to someone who is obedient, don't you think?"
When Zhao Gao spoke with an upward twist, his whole person had a lingering charm. In addition to the injuries on his body, he is usually a gentle-looking person, but now he looks even more fragile.
That look tickled Zhao Zheng's heart. Looking at his lips that opened and closed when he spoke, Zhao Zheng's heart was beating wildly, and his thoughts were also rippling. He actually had a desire to touch, hug or even...kiss him. idea.
Such feelings turned into vines, growing crazily in his heart, entangled until he couldn't breathe, but under Zhao Qingqing's superb eyes, he could only struggle hard and restrain himself. The hands covered by the sleeves showed white joints due to the secret movement of making fists, and the Adam's apple covered by the collar moved up and down unconsciously due to the dryness of the throat.
Facts have proved that a monster is a monster. Once he makes trouble, you really can't do anything with him. It wasn't until Zhao Gao mentioned that he wanted to find an obedient apprentice that Zhao Zheng came to his senses, his racing heart could not stop, and he felt angry and helpless.
How could he endure so much hardship if he had to change to someone else, but it was a pity that the other person was Zhao Gao. He was afraid that it would be too obvious at the wrong time, and the "unruly" thoughts he had in his mind would be seen through by Zhao Gao early, and Zhao Gao would avoid him and guard against him from then on. On the contrary, the gains outweighed the losses, so he quickly stopped and vented his anger on Weng Zhong, looking at him densely.
His trick worked on others, but Weng Zhong was not afraid of trouble and looked bluffing, so it didn't work very well.
Are you staring at me? OK! I stare at you too. The two refused to give in to each other, just staring at each other.
Zhao Gao picked up a book borrowed from Yang Duanhe, knelt down and looked leisurely aside, as if he didn't recognize the childish behavior of the person.
At this moment, someone hurriedly came to look for them. The man's face was full of excitement when he just opened the tent curtain. When he poked his head in, he found that the tent was so cold that it felt like he was in the middle of winter.
It's a pity that he couldn't help but shiver in this warm spring in April, so he could only say awkwardly: "Xie Yan, uh... and brothers Xie Zheng, Weng Zhong... what are you still doing here? Dinner is ready, hot food. ! Brothers are all excited, why don’t you go?”
After the man finished speaking, he disappeared without waiting for their answer. He ran partly because he was scared. After all, Zhao Zheng and Weng Zhong were both more lethal. The other half was because it was rare to have a hot rice meal and he was afraid of his brothers. They were so devastated that they didn't even leave a bite, so they couldn't wait any longer.
This time in the military camp, Zhao Gao used the name "Xie Yan" from his previous life. As for Zhao Zheng, regardless of whether he liked it or not, he casually gave him the name "Xie Zheng". Fortunately, Zhao Zheng, who was forced to change his name, didn't say anything.
Zhao Gao was still reading, so he didn't miss the soldier's words. When he looked up, he found that the two of them were not moving, so he stood up, left the two of them and walked out of the tent.
At present, this army is mainly concealed for the time being. If they often light fires for cooking, the smoke will be too obvious and they will be easily discovered. Therefore, there are very few opportunities to eat hot meals. Most of them are millet, millet, and millet that are hard to swallow. Cake made of beams, beans and grains is the main meal. But today I happened to have something to eat, which is why Bingdanzi was so excited.
But no matter how long the fire is lit, there is a risk of exposure, so even hot food is often half-cooked, not much better than dry food.
Zhao Zheng saw this and felt guilty, but also vaguely proud of it: These are his soldiers, his people!
A scholar like Zhao Gao, who eats too politely, can easily become the object of ridicule in a military camp where fierce men gather. When he first came here, some people laughed at him: he is a bitch, and most likely he is not even a girl. The baby can’t even fall off [1].
Bingdanzi is a straightforward person, and he has no scruples about saying things that offend others.
Zhao Zheng himself felt depressed for him for a long time. If he hadn't seen these soldiers fighting for Qin and having such a hard life, he wouldn't have complained, so he would have to let them go.
Zhao Gao, on the other hand, calmed down after hearing this and did whatever he had to do.
The next day, during the break, I don’t know who instigated him, but a dozen soldiers crowded him to the shooting range like stars, insisting that he show off his skills.
Seeing him being questioned, Zhao Zheng did not rush to stand up for him. Firstly, he considered that Zhao Gao did not need him to protect him like a woman; secondly, he believed that Zhao Gao would handle this matter easily.
"Are you good at archery?" The one who spoke was a new recruit. The childishness on his face was still there. He had never experienced any battles. He was impatient and expressive. He wanted to use words to bully Zhao Gao and provoke him to take action, but Zhao Gao looked at him. Gao just smiled and didn't answer. His face changed and he was obviously unwilling. He clenched his fists and said: "Uh... how about you pick a brother, Bibi? You can pick any sword, spear, and halberd. You said you just came here, so you have to give it to me." Brothers, would you like to say hello and show your skills?"
Zhao Gao is not the only newcomer, but Zhao Zhengying is very strong and strong, and he doesn't look weak. Weng Zhongsheng was so scary that no one dared to look for him without knowing the situation. As for the two personal warriors brought by Zhao Zheng, their duty is to hide and protect them when nothing happens. Even if they appear in front of people in broad daylight like now, their presence will not be particularly strong.
So in the end, the goal naturally fell on Zhao Gao, who had a lot of fun to watch.
In fact, those people may not be hiding any evil intentions. They just want to know why they got in the way of people who look like they are about to fall when the wind blows. It would be troublesome for An Huotoujun to go there.
However, Zhao Gao always maintained a humble and peaceful attitude, and the new recruit was a little impatient.
"Are you coming or not?"
"That's fine." Zhao Gao slowly said two words.
However, the noise around them covered up the sound, and many people suspected that they had heard it wrong.
Zhao Zheng was close to him, and he agreed without saying a word, looking at him with worry. Zhao Gao noticed this, with a faint smile on his face and a soothing look in his eyes: It's okay.
A group of men were busy whispering to each other in twos and threes, but they discovered that he had made a new move.
He took a step, slowly bent down, picked up the bow and arrow leaning on the quiver, and took out another arrow and held it in his hand. When he straightened up, he suddenly froze and frowned slightly, but many people were just watching the excitement, or were busy looking for a suitable target for him, so his strange behavior Except for Zhao Zheng, who knew him best, no one noticed.
At this time, since Zhao Gao agreed in front of everyone, Zhao Zheng naturally couldn't stop him from continuing, so he stepped forward and lowered his voice and asked him: "Is Xiao Gao really okay?"
Zhao Gao pursed his lips, nodded to him and passed him by.
Zhao Gao usually wears dark clothes and usually wears dignified and elegant attire. Occasionally he acts cheaply and wears Hufu, short clothes and long trousers, and he will appear a bit majestic.
But at this time, he was not in good spirits, and the ordinary light-colored linen clothes with shorts and trousers made him look weak and gentle for no reason. However, the huge contrast will not only make people feel disproportionate, but will actually give people the illusion that this is what he should be like.
Recruit Danzi pointed to the archery target closest to him on behalf of everyone: How about you choose that one?
Obviously, everyone feels that if he can hit the closest target like this, they will be satisfied. This is the minimum requirement. After all, he is very easy-going, and everyone just accepts it as they like, without really trying to embarrass him.
Under the gaze of everyone, Zhao Gao walked to the shooting position unhurriedly.
This angle is most suitable for shooting two archery targets, one slightly to the left and one slightly to the right. The one slightly to the left is closest to the whole field, which is what the person is pointing to, and the one slightly to the right is the farthest from the whole field. It is blurry and cannot be seen clearly, and everyone's attention is focused on it. Obviously not there, after all, even they can't guarantee that the target will be hit.
Zhao Gao's eyes were light, and the movement of raising his hand to lift the bow and arrow was not awkward, then he held the arrow and the bow string and applied a little force. His movement of pulling the bowstring was a little slow, but it could be seen that his hand was unusually steady.
"Hush, I chose the farthest one." Someone whistled, obviously feeling amused.
Some people also expressed doubts and kindly reminded: "Hey, don't be brave. Even if you can hit the target accurately, the brothers don't mean to laugh at you."
