Chapter 148 My Little Heart

  Chapter 148

  A group of sturdy men looked puzzled, but still obeyed orders, and in unison made a fist and said, "We have seen the pillar under the history!"

  "Gentlemen, no need for formalities. Ya-Wen's words are always straightforward." Song Chu quickly counted and found there were forty-two people in total. He then turned to ask Ying Ju, "How many great swordsmen of the Mohist school are there in Qin?"

  Ying Yu turned his head and glanced at Song Chuyi, seeing that she was sweating profusely, he took out a handkerchief and handed it to her.

  "Thank you." Song Chu took it with both hands, wiped it carelessly and stuffed it into his sleeve pocket.

  "Three." Weng Yu replied to the question just now.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, there were only a few great swordsmen. In those days, having twenty was already a good number, and most of them came from the Mohist school. Three was already not a small number, who knew if there were other great swordsmen besides the Mohists? It's just unknown whether Zhao Yilou's master was one of them.

  Everyone present is considered a great swordsman, just like Kui Valley. Among so many people, those who can be called Kui Valley's inner disciples are few and far between. Is Zhao Yi Lou the same as these people in front of him? Thinking of this, Song Chu felt somewhat uncomfortable in his heart. How could Zhao Xiao Chong grow like a weed among the weeds?

  But thinking back to what Zhao Yilou said about being taken in as a disciple by the Mo family, Song Chuanyi put his mind at ease and listened to the meaning of those words, Zhao Yilou was an inner disciple.

  Weng Xi came out of the valley and returned to the palace.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, there were two more men beside him. One was called Gǔ Jīng and the other was called Gǔ Hán. The two men were about the same age, both around 25 or 26 years old, and their builds were also similar. However, Gǔ Jīng's face was slightly wider, with thick eyebrows and a pair of bright, spirited eyes. His entire face was covered in a beard, making it almost impossible to see his features clearly; whereas Gǔ Hán's face was pale and slender. He had a short mustache on his chin, and his eyes were long and narrow, slanting upwards. Overall, he looked quite handsome.

  "Zhù xià shǐ, shì fǒu lì kè lián xì gōng zǐ jí?" Gǔ Jīng wèn dào.

  Translation: "Column below history, whether immediately contact the young master's illness?" Gu Jing asked.

  Song Chu rode his horse, looked up at the dazzling sun and hummed twice, "Return to the mansion and discuss again."

  Gao Jing saw Song Chu's unenthusiastic expression and couldn't help but feel a little regretful for being too impatient, immediately falling silent. Self-reflection. Little did she know that he just felt too hot and lazy to talk.

  She rode her horse all the way back to the mansion, and Song Chuyi immediately rushed into the bathroom. After washing away the sweat all over her body, she changed into a loose silk dress with large sleeves and sat in the pavilion in the courtyard to cool off.

  She took a goose feather fan to fan her, and placed a cup of cool tea on the low table in front of her. The other two maids poured cold water into the basins on either side.

  Gu Jing and Gu Han came over after their bath, saw the scene, and couldn't help but feel disdainful. The Qin people are naturally simple and practical, no matter what they do, they emphasize practicality. So even if Song Chu's degree of luxury is not considered extravagant, they still think that a newly appointed Zhudong Shi is too poor to be so particular. It's really contemptible.

  "Please sit down." Song Chuyi felt that the breeze from the fan was too weak, so he took over the fan and waved it vigorously for a while.

  Her actions made Gu Jing and Gu Han feel a bit more genuine. After the two sat down, Song Chu poured tea for them and asked, "Young Master left in a hurry at noon today, but you're not in a rush now, tell me...

  "What can you all do?"

  "We are more than 40 brothers, all skilled in swordsmanship and hidden weapons. I am the best at swordsmanship, while Gu Han is the best at hidden weapons." said Gu Jing.

  Song Chu smiled and asked, "Apart from swordsmanship and hidden weapons, can you do anything else?"

  Gu Jing shook his head, "Some people only know swordsmanship."

  Song Chu took a sip of tea and looked at Gu Han, who had been silent all along.

  "Someone who vaguely understands medicine," Gu Han replied.

  Song Chu put down his teacup, "How about the arrangements for others?"

  "This time, however, it was Gu Han who replied first, 'Gu Jing and I are following you under the pillar, by Shi's side, ready to receive orders at any moment. The others are all in the valley continuing to practice their swordplay and hidden weapons, waiting for commands.'"

  "Quickly, go fetch me a brush and ink." Song Chu said.

  Zhao Yi Lou came over with a pen, ink and bamboo slips after a while.

  Under the shade of a tree, a figure in a white robe with wide sleeves, his hair neatly tied back, a pair of eyes like cold stars, handsome and clean. Beside him followed a giant wolf, its entire body snow-white, though it moved extremely slowly, one glance was enough to reveal its lithe and powerful physique, one could imagine the imposing momentum when it suddenly unleashed its strength.

  Song Chu Yi looked at Zhao Yi Lou with a cold face, throwing things in front of her, and couldn't help but curl her lips, thinking who forced you anyway!

  She unfolded the bamboo slips and drew something on them with a brush.

  After finishing the drawing, Song Chuyi explained to Gu Jing and Gu Han, "This is a crossbow bed, which can fire twenty arrows at once, and can be fired three times in a row..."

  "What a formidable thing!" Gu Jing exclaimed loudly, hastily gathering around to see the picture painted by Song Chuyi.

  "Valley Capital!" Gu Han immediately stopped him.

  Gu Jing only then came back to his senses, hastily retreated to his original position, and apologized, "Your subordinate was momentarily anxious and has committed many offenses, please forgive me, sir."

  Things like the organ chart are usually the secrets of various families and factions, and they will not be easily shown to others. Gu Jing walked over to take a look, if he was found out by the person who made it, even killing him to silence him would not be considered a big deal.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, it was not considered important to say, "It doesn't matter. Think back to the Qi and Lu war, the state of Lu had the help of the Mohist school, relying on these mechanical techniques to win with fewer troops. However..."

  She paused for a moment, and a hint of sly smile appeared in her calm expression. "No matter how powerful it is, it's still something from the Mo family. I'm not a member of the Mo family, so there's no need to keep secrets. I just don't understand some things, so I'll ask the Mo family's masters for guidance through you two."

  "This... doesn't seem quite right?" Gu Han said hesitantly.

  After all, these should be Mo's family secrets, only inner disciples can learn them, they are outer disciples, but they go to ask about these which is somewhat inappropriate. However, as soon as Song heard Guhan's words, he guessed that he must have been moved, otherwise, he shouldn't have asked like this.

  "How did you get this map, sir?" Gu Jing asked.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, a smile spread across her face, and the behavior of these two people had already confirmed her judgment of their nature. It's common sense that ordinary people can't easily get a crossbow bed, but she just tried to probe them a little. The behavior of the two was completely different.

  Gu Jing is a straightforward person by nature and considers morality in his actions. Gu Han, on the other hand, appears to consider morality on the surface but has a different set of thoughts in his heart.

  Those who have won the trust of others naturally don't need to doubt their loyalty to the Great Qin, it's just a matter of how they are used.

  "I won't go to the Mo family to steal the diagram." Song Shi smiled and said, "This was when I was studying in the lower reaches of the river. In the state of Qi, I found the remains of this crossbow bed, so I tried to piece it together. After several months of hard thinking, I finally drew out this picture. Because at first, I only got the remains, and most of them were already lost. So there are a few joints that I couldn't figure out."

  Gu Jing and Gu Han were both shocked, how many people in this world could assemble such a complex thing from the remains of machinery? Even if Song Chu had assembled it with some slight defects, so that the crossbow bed couldn't operate normally, it would still be impressive!

  The two of them couldn't help but re-examine the young man in front of them.

  "The two of you also know that loyalty and righteousness are hard to reconcile. If we can make this bed of arrows useful for Qin, it will surely increase the military strength of Qin by several times." Song Chu rubbed his bamboo slip and continued to persuade. "The Mohist school is a political knight-errant. They vow to sweep away evil politics in the world. For now, let's not discuss what considerations they have to help Qin, but one thing is certain: they are not Qin people and will not always help Qin. So why should we give up on learning from them? Moreover, whether or not we can learn from them is still unknown. If they don't want to teach us, we won't force them. What do you two say?"

  The two of them exchanged a glance and nodded in unison.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, he smiled and unfolded the bamboo slips in front of them, began to explain the mechanism diagram in detail, and explained the unconnected joints.

  Zhao Yilou was originally holding back a belly full of anger, but gradually became enchanted by what he heard.

  Kong Hansheng's mind was relatively quick, so Song Chu handed the matter over to him and asked him not to reveal that the painting came from someone's hand. He couldn't become a disciple of the Mo family, but he had to ask for an answer.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, this requirement can be said to be very harsh. If Guhan performs well and is favored by the Mo family, he has a great opportunity to learn about the mechanism technique. However, when the time comes, he must also follow the rules of the Mo family and cannot leak out this matter, so he has to think of ways.

  Song Chu gave a few hints.

  Gu Yan immediately understood that Song Chu Yi was testing him, because she clearly knew what to do, but didn't reveal the whole plan.

  The sky was getting late, and there were mosquitoes in the pavilion. Song Chuyi used a goose feather fan to pat it, got up and went back to the house.

  "Can I have a good sword practice today?" Song // No pop-up ads // At first, Zhao Yi saw the tower move and didn't move, stretched out his hand to pull him up.

  "Mind your own business!" Zhao Yilou coldly snorted.

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, when Ji Bian and Zhen Jun walked over, they suddenly approached Zhao Yi's building with a sly smile, saying, "You are my little darling, I don't care who else cares about you?"

  Zhen Jun stumbled on the stairs, and Ji Bian quickly supported him, preventing him from falling to the ground.

  Zhao Yilou's face was a million times more colorful, with red and black intertwined, his teeth chattering with a "ka-ka" sound.

  "Sir." Zhen Jun quickly returned to normal, but his gaze involuntarily drifted towards Zhao Yi Lou's body, thinking to himself, no wonder Sir Duan had a cut sleeve, with such a handsome person sleeping together every day, not having a cut sleeve would be against the laws of nature.

  "Hmm." Song Chuyi responded with a grunt, then turned to see Ji Bian who was about to speak but hesitated, and said, "If you have something to say, say it. If you have gas, let it out!"

  "Subordinates want to tell the truth!" Ji Bian said.

  Song nodded slightly and said, "I pardon you of your crime."

  "I want to throw up last night's dinner!" Ji Bian's voice was loud and clear, his usual seriousness somehow made it quite amusing.

  Song Chu stretched out his hand and gently patted Ji Bian's sturdy shoulder, instructing him in a gentle tone, "Bian, you can't mock Yi Lou like that."

  "I wanted to say the truth... I was actually mocking you, not Zhao Yilou. But thinking back, if two people are mutually in love... his words did seem to have a bit of a mocking tone towards Zhao Yilou."

  "Some things are exaggerated, you just speak your mind without malice, I understand that, and I believe Yi Lou understands too." Song Chu said, turning to Zhen Jun with a serious expression, "Coming over so late, is there something going on?"

  Zhao Yilou saw this and turned away with a flick of his sleeve.

  Zhao Yilou naturally understood that everything was just Song Chu's mischief, but Ji Bian really thought he had offended him and felt uneasy in his heart.

  "Go ahead," Song said softly in encouragement.

  Ji Bian hurriedly caught up, clutching his fist.

  In an instant, a loud roar echoed from the corridor, "Song Huaijin, you turtle son of a bitch!"