Before long, a soldier came over and stood three zhang away, carefully sizing up Song Chuanyi for a few moments. "Young Master Fan wants to see you, follow me."

  Song Chuoyi quietly got up and followed the soldier to the front of the camp, where a sturdy middle-aged man was already waiting at the gate. He wore a dark brown robe with straight sleeves, over which he wore a black cloak, his features were regular but rough, and he had a well-groomed three-inch beard on his chin, his eyes were bright and spirited

  The middle-aged man and Song Chu Yi exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

  "Where does the noble guest come from?" The middle-aged scholar's voice was as rough as his build, which was not common among scholars.

  "Wei (Wei)" is one of the nine divisions in the early Song Dynasty.

  "Which Wei (Wei)?" asked a middle-aged scholar

  Song at the beginning of a bow and said, "I am Song Huaijin, half a year ago from Puyang to this has not yet asked Mr. surname and name?"

  "Gongsun Yan" nodded slightly and beckoned with his hand, glanced at the white blade, then said, "Please follow me."

  "Thanks for your trouble." Song Chu suppressed the surprise in her heart. If she wasn't mistaken, Gongsun Yan had been the Xi Shou of Wei State, so how could he be in Zhao State? Was it that Wei State was interfering with the internal strife of Zhao State? Or had Gongsun Yan already left Wei State?

  All the way, Song Chuyi didn't look around, but was extremely attentive to the sounds around her.

  And then he turned around and looked at Song Chuyi again in front of a tent.

  Like many others, he was surprised by Song ChuYi's youth and the aura she exuded that didn't quite match her age. However, he soon stopped dwelling on this. Suffering can make one grow up quickly, and this world is not lacking in suffering.

  Gongsun Yan went in for a moment, and then a maid came out to greet him, "Please follow me, sir."

  "What is a woman doing in the military camp?!" Song Chuyi was stunned for a moment, then nodded and was about to lead Bai Jing into the camp, but was blocked by the guards on both sides, "This wolf cannot enter"

  Song Chu knew this was a reasonable thing, but it's impossible for White Blade to obediently stay locked up. Moreover, who knows how they would treat a wolf? He raised his voice and said, "I've heard that Master Fan has an extraordinary temperament, yet he's afraid of a wolf? This wolf has been raised by my side since it was young, I'm afraid I cannot comply with your request. Since you're all uneasy, I think it's better to wait until tomorrow morning when Master Fan wakes up from his drunken stupor before I come to pay my respects again."

  "Let her in," a man's voice floated languidly from within the account

  The guard at the gate hesitated for a moment before reluctantly stepping aside.

  As soon as Song Chuanyi walked into the tent, the warm spring air mixed with the scent of cosmetics wafted towards him. Seeing that there was no one on the main seat, he couldn't help but look around to his left and right.

  Behind the half-transparent gauze curtain on the right side, a one-zhang-long and wide sandalwood carved flower bed was placed, with a white tiger skin spread on it. A twenty-year-old handsome young man wearing light red silk clothes lay sideways on the bed, with four beautiful women in thin clothes standing beside him. Two of them were massaging his legs and shoulders, one was serving wine, and one was cutting the roasted meat into suitable sizes and feeding it to him.

  "You just spoke with a tone that implies belittling me." Young Master Fan stared at Song Chuyi through the curtains, but his gaze was unconsciously drawn to the white blade and he couldn't help but sit up straight, exclaiming "What a magnificent Snow Wolf!"

  Young Master Fan stood up, and two maids immediately brought him a straight robe to put on. The other two lotus-stepped lightly to the front of the tent, using their jade-like fair hands to gently lift open the silk curtain.

  He walked out and carefully examined the white blade for a while, saying, "This Snow Wolf, I'll take it, and spare you from punishment for your impertinence just now."

  Song Chu was weighing in his mind the proportion of Gongzi Fan's involvement in this rebellion when he suddenly heard these words and couldn't help but frown.

  "What's wrong, unwilling?" After a long silence, Gongzi Fan raised his eyes and looked at Song Chuyi.

  That guy's face clearly says: It's your honor that I want something from you.

  "In the following... unwilling" Song Chu Yi Dao

  "Huh?" Young Master Fan Jun's face flashed a hint of surprise, suspecting that he had misheard, as someone dared to be so impolite!

  "This wolf is just a plaything for the young master, but it's a friend that relies on me for survival. I've heard of the young master's virtuous name and know he's not the kind of person who would take advantage of others' weaknesses, so I'm guessing that the young master wants to test me?" Song Chu bowed his head humbly and said

  "Hah...hahaha" Young Master Fan Gan laughed a few times, "You actually saw through it, indeed a young genius"

  The moment he entered the door, Song Chuyi guessed that this young master was not necessarily being forced, but rather extremely concerned about his reputation. He tried again and again, and indeed, it was as expected.

  But Song Chu didn't dare to underestimate him, if this person was really a useless decoration, the various families would have kicked him out after finding Gongzi Ke, how could he still be allowed to behave like this in the military account.

  "It's just a lucky guess, nothing more." Song Chu bowed and said that she was truly fortunate that this young master was not a violent person, otherwise it would have been another trouble. Although, at the moment there is an unwritten rule, which is not to kill people casually, but it only means that you can't "casually" kill them.

  "There is someone outside, young master."

  "What's wrong?" Gongzi Fan saw the white blade staring at the meat on the table, smiled slightly, sat down on the couch, and picked up a piece of meat to entice the white blade.

  Song Chu looked at the white blade that was about to drip with saliva and felt that it was also too embarrassing, usually not short of food and drink, but at critical moments, must not roll over and make a fuss.

  "The young master has woken up and wants to see his friends," said the person outside the account.

  Young Master Fan's face turned cold, and he threw the meat onto the plate, shouting, "You come in!"

  A slender young man dressed as a scholar walked in, and before he could make a bow, he heard a "clatter" sound. It was Master Fan who slammed the tray down in front of him. "Who dared to tell him about what's going on here? Hmm? Did you get my permission?"

  "It's Huaji Rongjian" The young man replied in a hurry

  Hua Ji Rong Jian is actually not a name, the three words mean: Hua's family fourth in line, named Rong Jian. His full name is actually Hua Rong Jian.

  Young Master Fan's face turned iron-green, but he swallowed his anger and gritted his teeth, saying "Take him away".

  The young man didn't dare stay for long and hastily gestured for Song Chuyi to follow him.

  As soon as Song Chu left the main tent, he heard the sound of smashing copper and ceramic utensils coming from inside. Song Chu thought to himself that with various forces gathered here, if they really took down the city, it would be a huge disaster for Zhao. The history of "The Orphan of Zhao" might repeat itself.

  "In the lower Song Dynasty, I am Huai Zhen. May I ask your surname and given name, sir?" Song Chu bowed his head to the thin and frail young man beside him.

  The young man glanced at White Blade, seemingly quite intimidated, and it was unclear whether he was startled by White Blade or still reeling from the aftermath of Master Fan's furious outburst. His voice trembled slightly as he said, "I am Chuan Ping."

  At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, Yizhong had been thinking about meeting Zhao Yilou soon, so he didn't have much thought to chat with him.

  KawaHIRA also seems to be poor at words, and the two of them walked silently to a large tent in front of which a sign read "Recommendation Vote"