The crowd around was clamoring, but Song Shiwen couldn't listen to a word.

She listened to the unfamiliar praise from the young people, and felt unwilling to think that Song Chuzhao was afraid that he had been caught in the evil, so why could he suppress her everywhere!

As soon as this thought came out, it felt ridiculous, and it slowly took root in her mind and could not get rid of it.

Song Shiwen realized something and was shocked.

She didn't know whether Song Chuzhao could write mad cursive scriptures, nor did she know whether the other party had read scriptures at the border, but from that day on, Song Chuzhao's personality did change.

Although Song Chuzhao never attacked her before, he had no lack of impatience and irritability towards everyone in his eyes, and his tone was impulsive, and he was obviously not good at concealing his emotions.

Later, the other party's eyes were all left with the chill that made people retreat. Her dark pupils seemed to be able to see everything and look down at them with a ridiculous attitude. Even Miao'er, who was originally proud of her, was so daring that she dared not speak.

Song Chuzhao had just returned, and everyone didn't know much about her. If you don't observe carefully, you might not be able to discover this change. But once you are suspicious, the strangeness will be obvious.

Therefore, even though the Gu family had never seen Song Chuzhao, they took special care of her. Gu Wulang even went against the norm and fought with others for her.

How could anyone like anyone in this world for no reason? Unless it is asked to capture the soul.

Song Shi was suffocated when he heard the breath.

Gu Wulang's abnormality shouldn't have been thought about too much, even Tang Zhirou thought so!

Song Shiwen raised her eyelids uneasy and glanced at the right side. Gu Fengjian hung the corners of her eyes and happened to look at her. Her heart trembled with warning and intimidation, and she quickly moved her face away.

"Song Sanniang." Tang Zhanglian asked with interest, "How did you live when you live in the border? What are the interesting things? How did General Song train soldiers? Did he treat you strictly? Also, I don't know which gentleman who taught you calligraphy, he was willing to go to the border."

A series of questions hit Gu Fengjian's head, and he was silent for a moment.

The answer is OK, but what he knows is not that detailed.

Tang Zhanglian smiled and said, "Everyone should be more casual, no one should be restrained. I am here to attend this literary banquet today, so you can just treat me as an ordinary person."

Everyone laughed twice in agreement, but the laughter was not very sincere.

After all, Tang Zhanglian just talks casually.

At this time, Song Chuzhao spoke out: "General Song is indeed strict in the army, and the discipline in the military camp is clear. As for other matters, they should be similar to those in the capital, but there are more trivial matters in the border."

Tang Zhanglian: "Gu Wulang knows?"

"The third girl told me." Song Chuzhao simply took over the words, "Some experienced elite soldiers are responsible for border guards on weekdays and should not be slackened in daily training. At the border, foreign enemies are ready to test, and these elite soldiers will lead the team out to rush out and deterrent. There are also some scattered soldiers, mostly local strong men. When there is war, they will raise their swords to help them, and when there is nothing to do, they will help their family farming and serve as laborers. All soldiers have to learn how to convey military orders, how to march in formation, and how to camp quickly. In the past two years, the country has been peaceful and the people have been safe. Sometimes there are caravans. If they want to leave the customs, they are worried about safety, so they will ask the soldiers to help escort and send some cotton clothes as thanks. So the soldiers in the military camp are doing well. As long as there is no major natural disaster, they can eat and wear warm clothes."

Tang Zhanglian slapped the table and said happily: "Just eat well and wear warmth! They are all my good boys!"

Everyone then praised it.

Fu Changjun looked at Song Chuzhao in surprise, but he didn't expect that Gu and Song had already communicated so much in private. He was a little dissatisfied with Gu's Wulang, but he didn't take it too seriously.

However, Song Shiwen's face became paler and the sense of incongruity gradually became worse.

She noticed that Song Sanniang hesitated and did not answer, so Gu Wulang came forward to help her. However, Song Chuzhao has been on the border since he was a child, so how can he hesitate for such a simple question?

This matter is clearly different, and it is by no means simple.

Since Song Chuzhao helped answer, Tang Zhanglian thought that the third wife of the Song family didn't like to talk in front of others, so he didn't ask again. He wanted to listen to a few more people, but Fu Changjun reminded him that it was too late and urged him to leave quickly.

Seeing that Tang Zhanglian had indeed wasted too much time today, and he was here, these boys couldn't have fun, so he stood up and left first.

As soon as he left, Song Shiwen also said goodbye in a hurry on the excuse of being unwell.

Her face was bloodless, which was indeed a sign of discomfort. Everyone did not doubt it, and after a few words of concern, they ordered someone to send her away.

Tang Zhirou wanted to leave the table, but she had a bad time and was unwilling to run into Song Shiwen. Seeing that the other party was in a panic expression and guilty, she was worried that if she left too, someone would talk about the opening incident, so she decided to wait.

Tang Zhirou was indifferent, but Fan Chongqing and others rushed to Song Chuzhao like the monkey who released the cage.

These rough men were not convenient to pester Gu Fengjian, but they ignored Song Chuzhao and surrounded her one by one, asking her to talk about the border again.

Men, especially those who practice martial arts, always have a different enthusiasm for iron horses on the battlefield and find it fun.

Ji Yutang and others were not willing to be outdone, so they came over with a wine glass and wanted to talk to her about their poems just now.

Song Chuzhao suddenly felt that the air around him had become turbid and he was very disgusted with these people.

Gu Silang is also disliked, but unfortunately he was stopped and couldn't take care of himself.

Gu Fengjian sat in the distance, staring at Song Chuzhao with an unknown expression.

He still didn't understand why these people surrounded Song Chuzhao. At the same time, he was a little unhappy and felt that they were too annoying.

Perhaps because Gu Fengjian's eyes were too straightforward, Fan Chongqing felt it. It was really the sight that was stabbed on him like a knife, which made it difficult for him to ignore it.

But Fan Chongqing is a very thick-skinned person. He never thought that he should avoid it at this time, but turned his back and pretended that he was ignorant. Then he poured a glass of wine and sent it boldly over.

Song Chuzhao was talking to someone but didn't pay attention. Seeing Fan Chongqing handed over, he took the opportunity to accept it. After receiving it, he heard Fan Chongqing say "I'll give you a cup!" and then repeatedly urged her to drink it. Song Chuzhao followed her to drink it.

Drinking is allowed in the military camp, and the wine in the military camp is much stronger than that sold in ordinary taverns and tastes better. Although Song Chuzhao was ordered by Song's father not to drink, he still drank a lot of it secretly. I don't know who he inherited it, and the alcohol capacity is amazing. I didn't take it seriously at all when I drank these or two glasses of rice wine.

When Ji Yutang saw her drinking Fan Chongqing's wine, he was excited and shook his sleeves upwards, revealing a piece of his arm. Then he grabbed the wine pot next to her and wanted to toast her two glasses.

Fan Chongqing shouted to him sarcastically.

Song Chuzhao annoyed them and didn't want them to argue in front of him, so he just drank it and let them all go aside after drinking.

In a blink of an eye, several cups were received in my hands, relaxing and relaxing.

Because there were too many people around her, blocking Song Chuzhao's view, she could not see the place across the aisle. Gu Fengjian showed a surprised expression and stood up nervously.

Gu Silang reacted faster. With a mistaken skill, he found that his fifth brother had been drunk. He shouted loudly: "Stop it, what are you giving me the fifth brother? My fifth brother can't drink!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and the scene was even quiet. Song Chuzhao wanted to refute it at the moment, but when he was about to speak, he suddenly found that his tongue was a little dull and a stream of heat was rushing upwards.

She was very scared and realized that she was a slightly drunk state. She might be drunk if she continued to drink. She finally realized that her current alcohol tolerance was not her own.

Even so, she was still extremely shocked.

It's just a few glasses of rice wine. Can anyone in the world get drunk?!

Gu Silang quickly pushed everyone away, bent down and asked, "Fifth brother, are you okay?"

Song Chuzhao shook his head. His brain is still very clear and there is no discomfort, but his cheeks are slowly getting hot.

Gu Silang also noticed the blush on her face and swept around the playful brothers in condemnation. Everyone was ashamed and took a few steps back and laughed apologetically.

Song Chuzhao quickly looked at Gu Fengjian and found that the other party was helpless.

Seeing that she finally found herself, Gu Fengjian shook her head and pointed to the door. Song Chuzhao then coughed and said, "I'll go back first. You guys have the best time to finish it, so there's no need to send me off."

Another young man in the field raised his hand and said, "I'm back too!"

The man was like her, although he was sober, but he was unable to drink. In order to prevent his words from being drunk, he usually felt a little drunk and would leave the seat first.

Song Chuzhao got up and walked towards the door. The people there probably wanted to walk with her and rushed over quickly.

The other party's steps were not steady. When he rushed over, he didn't see clearly. He was stumbled by the corner of the table and staggered and hit the wooden pillar next to him.

The wooden pillar near the entrance of the banquet hall was not firm. It was temporarily built to hang paper lanterns for decoration. The pillar was hit hard by an adult man and turned directly forward.

There was a harsh scream from the girl immediately.

Song Chuzhao walked far away, facing away from Zhuzi, but did not see the scene. After hearing the scream, he subconsciously looked at the woman. In his twisted gaze, Gu Feng and Jian Fei rushed towards her, and in a blink of an eye, it had arrived in front of her, and the trend remained unabated.

Song Chuzhao reflexively avoided the situation, but Gu Fengjian opened his hand and hugged her, knocking her to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Song Chuzhao saw various paper lanterns scattered on the ground, and realized his current situation.

A pair of hands were placed behind her head, and a light and familiar smell could be smelled at the tip of her nose. The owner of the hand quickly got up from her arms and helped her sit up.

Gu Fengjian frowned, then quickly pressed down, checked the back of her head to see if she was hit. Seeing that she had not spoken, she tried to ask in a gentle tone: "Is it okay?"

Song Chuzhao shook his head and asked again: "Are you okay?"

Gu Fengjian took back his hand that was surrounding her shoulders, pressed his right arm, and said in a deep voice: "It was probably a hit to his hand." Song Chuzhao hurried to see his injuries.

Under the situation, Gu Fengjian promptly pushed the block with his right hand and pushed the nearest pillar out, allowing the two of them to escape.

But he had never learned martial arts and didn't know how to transform his strength. He just relied on his brute force, so a scratch was inevitably left on his right forearm. It was red and even broken.

If she was injured like this, Song Chuzhao might not feel the pain, but if she was injured on Gu Fengjian, she felt that the pain was particularly real. She couldn't help but breathe.

Ji Yutang and others hurriedly surrounded him and wanted to help Song Chuzhao get up. Gu Fengjian recalled the recklessness of these people just now and shouted coldly: "Don't come over."

The young men noticed his hostility and stopped in place.

Everyone was still frightened, especially the girl. The calmest part at the scene was Gu Fengjian himself.

Gu Fengjian said calmly: "Let's go."

Song Chuzhao also pulled his sleeve, and he took a step, walked out, and followed closely in his footsteps.

Seeing that she felt guilty, Gu Fengjian whispered to her and said, "It's nothing. It's just a minor injury."

Song Chuzhao nodded.

Gu Fengjian paused and asked, "Do you have a headache if you drink too much?"

"No." Song Chuzhao finished speaking and added, "I didn't drink too much, I just drank a little."

Gu Fengjian smiled and said, "One is OK. But if you don't want to drink it, then don't drink it..."

Only when the figures of the two of them gradually drifted away could everyone present recover.

Fan Chongqing was still holding the wine pot in his hand and murmured: "Song Sanniang is really..."
To be continued...