But he shared the dream with Jun [Rebirth]

Chapter 18 Someone from Song Dynasty

At night, Dachen Palace, Yanhong Palace.

Lingjiang Zhizi Gaodan was wearing a light-colored nightgown, and he couldn't sleep because of worry, so he walked around on the ground.

"Your Highness." A man in Tsing Yi knocked on the door and entered.

Gao Dan turned his head around, and it was Bo Qi, the swordsman who came to protect him.

"Your Highness, are you worried about Emperor Chen's summoning in a few days?"

"Exactly."

Gao Dan was young, and he was not a prince, so he was guarded by two foreign swordsmen along the way.

"Your Highness, why do you think Emperor Chen summoned you again?"

Gao Dan rubbed the table, tentatively said: "Maybe it's because of Shu Jian picking up the sword to get food?"

Bo Qi shook his head, His Highness Proton was still too naive. "Chen Guo was at fault for that matter, and I can't blame my uncle. The reason why Emperor Chen summoned him was mostly for the northern defenders."

"How can I influence Lingjiang's defenders in the north?"

Gao Dan immediately showed a look of decadence.Among the brothers, he was the weakest and most cowardly one, so he was pushed to Chen Guo as a proton.

"Your Highness, don't underestimate yourself. You are His Majesty's only son, and you still have the hope of inheriting the great rule in the future. Moreover," Bo Qi pointed out the key point: "There are so many hidden threads in Chen Guo, so you won't know everything about my going to the harem. Chen The emperor summoned you this time, in addition to showing the country's prestige, it should also be to beat General Gao Wan."

General Gao Wan, the second son of the Gao family of Lingjiang military family, and the younger brother of General Gao Zhan.

"Why did you forget him!" Gao Dan patted his head.Compared with him, the nameless direct prince, Gao Wan, who holds tens of thousands of elite soldiers of the empire, naturally attracted Chen Huang's attention even more.

"Emperor Chen wants to beat General Gao? Bo Qi, do you want to discuss it with General Gao?"

"I have already advised General Gao to be cautious in the past few days, and not to be impulsive and fall into the enemy's trap."

"That's good. Boqi, without you on this trip, I really don't know what to do."

Gao Dan held onto Bo Qi's sleeve, half of his worries were relieved, Fang Youxian asked, "How is Uncle Jian's injury?"

Bo Qi laughed and said, "He's been used to being taught by the minister's master since he was a child. Dozens of boards are not in the way."

When he was going out, his junior brother and uncle were clamoring to come with him.Bo Qi tapped his acupoints and forced him to go to bed to rest, but promised his junior:

"I'll take you out in a few days."

In Louming County, on an island in the middle of a small lake in the Pearl Lake Group, in the courtyard of a secluded and elegant old house.

"I lost again!"

In March and April, white and tender pear blossoms bloom in clusters, and occasionally one is blown by the wind and falls on the flat ground covered with soft grass leaves.There are several pear tree boards half-circled, and a chessboard carved on a stone pestle is placed underneath. There is a round stone groove at each end, and black and white pieces are placed.

Song Chi and Feng Xiang sat cross-legged, having just finished a game of chess.

"Don't play anymore. Anyone who needs to use their brains can't beat you." Feng Xiang threw away the chess pieces in his hands, stood up, and straightened his waist.

Both of them were at the age of about to lose their crowns, their hair had not been tied yet, and their clothes were hanging loosely around their bodies. Fortunately, they stayed at home and had no one to visit, so they were not afraid of embarrassment.

Song Chi was wearing a thin singlet, and the trouser legs were remodeled by himself without constricting his legs. The wooden clogs on his feet had all the unevenness removed, which was also made by himself.

After hearing what his friend said, Song Chi raised his eyelids, "You don't need to use your brain, and I haven't seen how good you are."

"Hey, don't tell me, every autumn hunting, there are many people begging to form a team with me. I think I am very accomplished in this area..."

Song Chi was too lazy to talk to him, and directly stretched out three fingers, his tone full of sarcasm: "When I was ten years old, I caught three hundred prey a day by myself."

Feng Xiang stopped talking.

Of course he remembered it.When I was ten years old, a group of children, except for Song Chi, who did not follow behind their father and uncle, and some even dared not participate in the autumn hunt.That time Song Chi learned a lot of ways to make traps from somewhere, dug a few pits, and caught more than 80 rabbits, more than 100 sparrows, and bits and pieces of wild foxes and pheasants.

That night, the autumn hunting team with a total of hundreds of people ate all the rabbits from Song Chikeng.

Fortunately, the opponent's swordsmanship is so good, otherwise the children in the county would basically have no way to mix, who would like to be compared with such a person by their parents every day?

Therefore, even though Song Chi was extremely smart and became famous at a young age, Feng Xiang was the only close friend around him.Even Feng Xiang often vomits blood from this anger.

In the past, when Feng Xiang was ridiculed, he must have made fun of his friend's swordsmanship, which was as famous as his wit, but now that the other party was in a bad mood, he didn't add fuel to the fire.

"Is it true that uncle won't let you go out of Xiyue?" Feng Xiang couldn't help asking when he saw his friend finished mocking and took back the chess pieces one by one.

"Really." Song Chi almost showed a mocking face again, but this time he was laughing at himself.How about memorizing the "Wan Wen Jing" at the age of three, and reading "Four Seas Politics" at the age of six?After all, he is just a frog sitting in a well in the corner of Lou Ming.

"Uncle must have his uncle's reasoning. Don't be too sad. My father, my grandfather, and my grandparents have never left Xiyue for generations, so they can still live well?" Feng Xiang saw his friend getting more and more depressed, and hurriedly comforted him: "Smart people like you, no matter where they are, are useful."

There is evidence for what he said.

Unlike Changsu, Chen Guo used examinations to select officials, and it was inevitable for aristocratic families to control the government and state religion.Xiyue is no exception, but occasionally there are enlightened prefects and prefects who hold some examinations, which are only carried out among the aristocratic families, and are used to select civil servants who write local history and chronicles.

Song Chi took the exam when he was 11 years old and won the first place.Fang Chengxiu, the magistrate of the capital, liked this talented young man very much, and wanted to accept him as a secretary of the capital in advance, but was rejected by Song Chi's father, Song Shentong, on the grounds that "the dog is too young to be responsible for the big job".

Every time he talked about this matter, Song Chi wished to find evidence that he was picked up by his father, not his own anyway.

"Uncle Song resigned from office and went into seclusion. I don't want you to go astray..." Feng Xiang could only explain weakly to him.

After forcibly taking his son from Pingyi, the capital, back to his home in Huxindao, Song Shentong made another decision: send his son to Mrs. Qicai to learn art.

Mrs. Qicai are nine famous artists who are proficient in various talents. Among these seven people, there are three couples, but the female master who is good at cursive script is the most famous, and the nine people live together in the suburbs of Fengling County. Seven people are called Mrs. Qicai.

Mrs. Qicai has always opened a school to accept students, but most of the people who come to study are elegant and clean people from some building, and because of this, the school has a bad reputation.

From a young age, the children of the aristocratic family either followed their parents in handling political affairs, or followed the learned elders in the family to read serious scriptures.Mrs. Qicai's skills are really not very useful.When his peers were practicing martial arts and learning about scenery with their parents, Song Chi could only hide in the small attic and copy the ancient copybooks according to the female master's instructions.

The so-called seven talents are piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and tea.

Feng Xiang always felt that Song Shentong sent Song Chi to Qicai Academy because this son was learning things too fast.Others spend a share of Shuxiu to learn one skill, but they can only learn superficially, and learn more than [-]%; Song Chi spends a share of Shuxiu, learns seven skills, masters all of them and recreates himself, and still hates it The master taught too slowly.

Right now, he and Song Chi are both at the weaker ages. In terms of knowledge, they are far behind. The gap is like a stream and the sea. In terms of swordsmanship, they are only slightly better.

As the son of Louming county lieutenant, Feng Xiang followed his father to maintain law and order in the county early. He came to visit his friend this time because he heard that the other party was locked up by his father and was not allowed to go out.

"To be honest, I don't know what Uncle Song thinks. He should be doing it for your own good, but it doesn't make sense. He still locks you up and doesn't let you go out..."

Feng Xiang sat down again, scratching his head.

Song Chi didn't talk about it, but he knew in his heart that this had something to do with his revealing that he wanted to go to Yuwan.

"What do you think, do you really want to accept that bet?"

"Ah."

Song Shentong made a bet with Song Chi that if he could read all the books in the library at home within half a year, he would be allowed to go out without asking where he went.The sky is high for birds to fly, and the sea is wide for fish to leap.only……

Seeing his friends wondering why his father suddenly let go, Song Chi explained: "It's just that he also said that if I want to leave Xiyue, then from now on, regardless of honor or disgrace, it has nothing to do with the 94 members of the Song family. Oh, no, 93 members people."

Feng Xiang was speechless for a moment.

After a while, he comforted: "Father and son have no overnight feud, not to mention there is no feud between uncle and you... It should be, no? Uh, when you come back from a long trip, he will let go, and aunt will be there to persuade you, This matter is over. How can I sever ties with you directly!"

Song Chi looked at the white pear flower above his head, and said in a low voice, "I have a distant uncle named Song Kui, but I haven't heard from him since he left Xiyue. But I think I shouldn't end up here."

That uncle, his father said, was a well-known smart man of their generation, not only learned extensively, but also good at legs and feet.

Another pear blossom was teetering on the branch, Song Chi simply picked it off, covered his face, leaned back, and lay flat on the grass.As the spring breeze passed, the young man in white single clothes covered his face, but he still kept his handsome appearance.

Feng Xiang stared enviously at his lying friend, changed the subject, and asked, "This year's Flower Prayer Festival, Yuanying said that he will wait for you outside the Rhododendron Forest in the east of the county..."

The young man on the ground opened his eyes with a serious expression. After a while, he tilted his head:

"Who is Yuanying?"

Feng Xiang: "..."

It's the daughter of the county magistrate with you and my childhood sweetheart, bastard!