Xia Zhaoyi smiled again and looked at him with interest.
Erlang of the Song family is not little famous at all. He caused various troubles in the capital in his early years and also liked to form gangs.
He is different from the dandy boys who go about their business. He forms cliques just like his second brother. He reads too many biographies and listens to too many teahouse reviews, and then he wants to be a hero and fight injustice everywhere.
I always felt that he didn't have a good brain because he was too reckless.
Now it seems that the military camp is really the best place to train people.
But the reason why she stood up was because she was waiting for them to ask this question.
"It's not difficult to prove me," Xia Zhaoyi said with a smile, "Although I am young, my grandfather is really powerful. I have been trained by him since I was a child. I went to a women's school at the age of five. I can only learn the classics.
, even more than you, the idiot who was thrown into the military camp when you were only thirteen years old."
Song Erlang paused, and then said angrily: "What did you say!"
Xia Zhaoyi turned to Qin Sanlang: "Seeing as you can read, you might as well give me a test."
Qin Sanlang smiled: "I don't dare."
There is no need for this.
Regardless of whether it is or not, he will send people to protect them.
It's Miss Zeng's family. When she goes back in the future, he will be credited with a meritorious service and a personal relationship.
If she's not a Miss Zeng, why don't we just ignore it? It's okay for so many women and children to fall into the hands of horse thieves.
"Well, just listen to what I have to say," Xia Zhaoyi said with both hands on his chest, "Song Erlang, I can't understand what you said first."
"Are you accustomed to hearing what I say? Who do you think you are?"
"We have suffered at first glance. Where has the chivalry and righteousness you talked about every day gone? You once kicked down the 14th son of the Yan'an uncle's family just to stand up for an old woman selling vegetables.
Shui, where is that pride? Later, your father chased you and beat you, where did you escape to? Was it Mr. Xia Er from Duke Dingguo's mansion who took you back?"
Pretending to be casual, Xia Zhaoyi's heart trembled when he mentioned Dingguo Palace.
Qin Sanlang looked at Song Erlang funny: "Is this the case?"
Song Erlang's expression turned sarcastic and he looked at Xia Zhaoyi: "How do you know?"
"Why didn't I know that I have a good relationship with Duke Dingguo?" Xia Zhaoyi shouted.
Song Erlang's eyes were filled with suspicion, and he looked up and down at her.
Qin Sanlang said warmly: "You look less than ten years old now. When something happened in Dingguo's palace, you probably just remembered it, right?"
Xia Zhaoyi's eyes widened slightly and she tried to calm down her emotions: "I remember... I just remember. What does age have to do with it?"
After speaking, he lowered his head and looked at the gaps in the masonry road on the ground, feeling unreasonable panic and coldness coming over him layer by layer.
She actually wanted to ask more, but she didn't know where to start and was afraid it would be too abrupt.
What’s more, I’m afraid that I won’t dare to listen to it.
She didn't know if she could bear it.
Something happened, something happened.
Does it just mean that Duke Dingguo and his son died in Huangze Valley and were exposed to the sun in the snowy mountains?
Or is it that the second brother is no longer here?
Is there no Dingguo Palace in the world?
What about the little brother, how is he doing now?
Xia Zhaoyi's fingers were trembling a little. This was the second time in her life that she had trembled like this.
"What's wrong with you?" Qin Sanlang asked with concern.
Xia Zhaoyi took a deep breath and looked up at Song Erlang: "Do you believe it now?"
Song Erlang was still looking at her, and his tone was much gentler, so he seemed a little dry and awkward: "What do you believe?"
"I believe I am a young lady from the Zeng family. Mr. Shi Rong, the teacher of Song Shangshu, was a student of my grandfather. He is the same generation as my father. After all, I am the same generation as your father Song Du. Shouldn't you call me elder?
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After Song Erlang relaxed, his eyes suddenly widened again: "How can you be so messy?"
"Am I being reckless?" Xia Zhaoyi sneered, "I think it's you, right? I told you over and over again that I just escaped, but you laughed at my clothes several times. People who are in trouble have a hard heart, what are you doing?
Why are you laughing at me? Besides, what if my clothes are ragged? Do you know what the name of the eldest lady in Dingguo Palace is? Xia Zhaoyi, Zhaoyi Zhaoyi, she still doesn’t have any clothes on!"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Song Erlang was furious and kicked down a stone at his feet, "Miss Xia is loyal and courageous. Her blood is sprinkled by the four words of loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness. She is magnanimous, upright and heroic. How dare you?
Slander her! What kind of Zeng family can teach such a presumptuous woman like you! Girls learn from girls, and you learn it right up your ass!"
"Miss Zeng, the word Zhao means smooth and clear. Do you have any misunderstanding?" Qin Sanlang was still smiling, but his tone was already cold.
Xia Zhaoyi pursed her lips, not expecting that they would defend her like this, and felt a little moved when she said it.
She suppressed her perverse look and whispered: "This is what Sister Xia said to me. I guess it was a joke, but you just..." She looked at Song Erlang, "You said that you are full of passion for loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness.
What does the word "sprinkle" mean?"
"You don't know?" The two teenagers were stunned.
Xia Zhaoyi shook his head.
Seeing that she was still young, she seemed to know a lot of things, but she didn't know this. Song Erlang and Qin Sanlang looked at each other.
"It seems that someone is hiding something from you," Song Erlang said, "Then we won't tell you. If you are interested, go and find out for yourself."
"But……"
Xia Zhaoyi wanted to use this to introduce the topic, but then a fast horse came running from a distance.
"General Song! Urgent report!"
Everyone raised their heads.
Song Erlang calmed down and strode forward: "What's the matter?"
Xia Zhaoyi watched him heading that way, then looked away, then looked at Qin Sanlang.
Qin Sanlang smiled at her and followed her.
The remaining people looked at Xia Zhaoyi.
The soldiers looked at the contents of the baskets.
"Are you still checking?"
"You didn't listen to what the general said, of course you should."
"How about this," a soldier shouted, "There's quite a lot of meat. Let's share a share tonight, give them some money, and let them go back to the city to buy it themselves?"
The women stood vigilantly in front of the baskets, naturally refusing to do so.
But everyone looked at Ah Li's small size and wanted to ask her to help with a few words, but they didn't know how to speak.
"Ah, Ah Li." Qian Qianqian called in a low voice.
Xiancai Ali's expression and appearance were completely different from the little girl she knew.
So are the women.
The figure of the girl who was bullied by Liu Sanniang at the beginning was completely different from the one in front of her.
First he was humiliated, but he was docile and had no courage to resist.
What Yu's mother saw again was that even though she was scared to death, she still had to hold her chest high and scream.
After that, she became calm and composed, always looking quiet and gentle, as if she didn't know what it meant to be afraid.
But that domineering man just now seemed like a different person.
Now, she was standing there, as if hesitating and looking forward to returning home.
"Ah Li." Qian Qianqian called again.
Xia Zhaoyi looked sideways at her and said softly: "Let's say goodbye here. You stay here tonight and listen to the arrangements of these officers and soldiers."
