A powerful minister of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 164 Is Sister-in-law Hot? (Three Updates)

Sun Fu really didn't expect that Song Xuan could write such poems at such a young age.

He never expected that it would be written into his heart in an instant.

"Good words."

The shopkeeper of Qinglou praised it.

Song Xuan said goodbye politely and led everyone back home.

Today happened to be a half-day holiday, so even if He San and others wanted to work, they all went home with their backpacks.

As soon as Sun Fu entered the room, he was attracted by the device. There were two whole pieces of transparent glass. Song Twelve's family background was really rich.

Although Wang Gui did not like reading, he was literate.

He didn't expect that Song Xuan was a bookstore owner.

Although Qu Ze disguised himself as an idler today, it was mainly to identify the killer hired by the Dou family to Song Xuan so that he would be mentally prepared to avoid being approached by anyone.

Now that the mission has been completed, he and his master, Gang Leader Cao, sit in the yard and chat.

In fact, when Wang Gui entered the front house and walked to the backyard, he liked Song Xuan's arrangement.

There were two rows of weapons on the weapon racks, with an arrow target on the side, and a donkey and several dogs running nearby.

Wang Gui was good at riding and shooting, but he actually rode a donkey, so his speed was not that fast.

He couldn't afford a real war horse.

"Brother, do you often practice martial arts?"

"Always reading those Confucian classics will make your mind pedantic, so in order to prevent my mind from being pedantic, I practice regularly."

"Interesting." Wang Gui pointed at the target beside him and said:
"I haven't practiced archery for a long time, brother. If you don't mind, let's have a competition."

"it is good."

Song Xuan threw his longbow to Wang Gui.

Wang Gui directly put the bow on the bow and pulled hard, and the arrow shot out with a whoosh, hitting the center of the bull's eye.

"Brother, this bow probably weighs three or four stones."

"It's only three stones, just play around."

Wang Gui usually uses a two-stone light bow for quick shooting, but today he was a little uncomfortable with the three-stone bow.

After Song Xuan took the bow, he directly pinched three arrows in his hand.

Brush brush.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

"Ringing arrows?"

Wang Gui was stunned. Anyone who could pull a three-stone bow was an elite soldier in the army, not to mention his accuracy.

"Hey, it's just a matter of practice." Song Xuan put away his longbow:
"I usually practice bowing with five stones, but this bow is so light that it's not very interesting."

"Brother's archery skills are probably only comparable to Xiao Youji and Chen Yaozhi when they were young."

Wang Gui had heard of the Chen brothers' names when he was in Tokyo. Both brothers were top scorers in the imperial examinations.

The key point is that Chen Yaozhi is also good at calligraphy and archery. Now he is the acting governor of Kaifeng Prefecture and a Hanlin scholar, ranking ahead of a group of scholars.

Gang Leader Cao clicked his tongue and said to his apprentice:
"This is talent, which most people can't envy."

Qu Ze also nodded in agreement. Shi Erlang's superb archery skills alone were rare in the world.

Straight bastard.

We are all gathered together with Song Xuan, and Zhang Fangping has the ability to remember everything he sees. Why don’t I have this talent?

Qu Ze was a little envious in his heart.

Wang Gui tried archery a few more times to exercise his body.

After a while.

Song Xuan and Wang Gui stood on the bluestone slab.

The sunlight shines into the yard, illuminating two agile figures.

The two men stood opposite each other, about the same height, both dressed in shorts.

The belt around the waist is tied tightly, making it look neat and tidy.

Wang Gui clasped his fists and bowed, saying in a deep voice, "Brother, please."

Song Xuan smiled back and said, "Please."

The two men took up their stances, and their starting moves were all Taizu Changquan, which had 32 moves in total.

Before he finished speaking, Song Xuan was like a tiger out of a cage, his right fist going straight to the opponent's chest, which was exactly the "Eight Steps Chasing the Cicada and the Tiger Pouncing on its Prey" in Taizu's Long Fist.

The fists were whistling and the momentum was overwhelming.

Wang Gui laughed out loud and said, "That's good."

He was not in a hurry. He stepped back, formed a palm with his left hand, and gently pushed it aside, diverting Song Xuan's fist. He was retreating to protect the hall.

Wang Gui counterattacked with his right fist, hitting the opponent's ribs, which was exactly the "step back and hit the tiger's ribs" move.

Song Xuan was not prepared for the counterattack, and Yaksha attacked him again, trying to exchange injury for injury.

But Wang Gui didn't want to do that, so he used the Empty Step Double Split Single Palm to block Song Xuan's attack.

Seeing this, Song Xuan changed his pace and dodged like a dragon. At the same time, he swept his left fist across, aiming directly at the opponent's temple.

Wang Gui ducked his head to avoid it, and suddenly kicked out with his right leg, hitting Song Xuan's knee directly. His move was fierce, just like "White Crane Spreads Its Wings".

The two men fought back and forth, punching and kicking each other with fierce and powerful movements.

The essence of Taizu Changquan was fully demonstrated in their hands.

Song Xuan's punches were as powerful as a violent storm, each one aiming directly at the vital points.

Wang Gui used the opponent's force to counterattack, neutralizing Song Xuan's attack while waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.

As Boss Cao spoke, he gave instructions to his direct disciples, telling them which moves of the Taizu Changquan they were using.

"Although Song Twelve's boxing skills are powerful, he hasn't practiced for a long time, so they are obviously a little rusty."

"Will Brother Twelve lose?"

Gang Leader Cao then said to Zhang Fangping:
"The guy from the capital isn't as strong as Twelve. If we keep fighting for a long time, he'll start to run out of energy."

Master Jiao Ming nodded repeatedly: "Young Master doesn't practice boxing much on weekdays. He mostly practices Ba Duan Jin and wields the spear."

Song Xuan stopped and cursed inwardly:
"You bastard, we all learned from the same master, there's no way to break his moves."

Wang Gui also felt that if the confrontation continued for a long time, he would be the one who would suffer.

Even though Wang Gui felt that he was very strong, he could feel that Song Xuan was not using his full strength.

The punches seem to be very strong, but they can be controlled freely.

"Then try another trick?"

"Okay!" Song Xuan responded.

Wang Gui put on some airs again:
"Brother, my travels weren't in vain. I suffered some setbacks along the way and learned a few tricks from others. You better be careful."

"it is good."

Song Xuan let out a low cry.

Both fists came out.

Like two dragons emerging from the sea, they charged straight towards Wang Gui's chest.

This time, Wang Gui changed his previous defensive stance.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, formed his hands into claws, and suddenly grabbed Song Xuan's wrist. He used the momentum to pull, and at the same time, he pushed out with his right knee, hitting Song Xuan's abdomen directly.

Song Xuan was caught off guard and pulled down with brute force, trying to hold up Wang Gui's knee.

But in the end, it was still a beat too late.

Song Xuan was forced to retreat two steps before he stopped.

"Brother, thank you for letting me."

Wang Gui said with a grin, "That person said this is actually a technique for seizing the enemy's weapons on horseback."

"This is a good idea." Song Xuan's eyes showed great interest:

"I usually spar with my brothers, so I'm a bit isolated."

"My brother has traveled a lot and has seen a lot. Why don't you stay with me for a while so we can learn from each other."

"no problem."

Wang Gui agreed immediately.

Then Song Xuan threw him a long stick wrapped in a cloth soaked in lime, which served as a spear.

Since it's a competition, it's a good opportunity to practice.

crackle.

The two men were fighting with their long sticks, but they were restricted by the venue.

In the end, it was Song Xuan who made a sudden counterattack and subdued Wang Gui.

"I lost."

Wang Gui originally thought that Song Xuan was a man of great boldness and vigor in his spear skills, but he never expected that he could use the spear as cunningly as a snake spitting out its tongue.

It's really confusing!
Sun Fu stared in amazement at the two men's clean and efficient fight.

He originally thought that the boy who performed on the street was agile and would become a hero on the battlefield in the future.

But Sun Fu really didn't expect that Song Xuan, a scholar, was equally skilled in martial arts.

He practiced these hard. Could it be that he also planned to join the army?

What's so annoying?
Sun Fu had long known the social status and reputation of military men in the Song Dynasty.

Even though he had fallen into such a miserable state, he was still proud of his identity as a scholar.

Wang Gui looked at the white spots on his body and marveled:

"Twelfth Brother's spear skills are too strong. I wonder if he has any chance of winning against the Yang Family Spear, which is passed down from generation to generation in Tokyo."

Yang Ye the Big Knife.

But his sons and grandsons are all good with guns.

Song Xuan naturally knew that Yang Ye had seven sons, but it was not the case as described in the novel that seven sons went to war and only one returned.

Only the second son followed his father to fight against the Liao Kingdom and died on the battlefield.

Yang Wenguang, the third generation of the Yang family, is currently on guard in the imperial palace as a palace guard.

Song Xuan thought for a moment and said, "I'll have a chance to read it after I go to Tokyo for the exam."

"it is good."

Wang Gui responded and told Song Xuan to go to Tokyo. When the time comes, he will go back to join the imperial guards and fight for a future on the battlefield.

The two men put away their guns, sweating profusely, and sat on the steps nearby.

Zhang Fangping naturally handed over a towel and wiped the two of them.

"Twelfth Brother, do you think it's too late for me to practice Taizu Changquan?"

"If I have to take up a post in another place in the future, even if I have someone to escort me, I still have to be on guard."

"not late."

Song Xuan wiped his sweat with a towel and said, "This isn't something that requires a strong foundation. If you really can't do it, just practice three self-defense moves. They'll definitely be useful."

Zhang Fangping nodded happily.

"Brother, you are not staying here in vain."

Song Xuan pointed to the lottery machine in the room:
"Those two pieces of colored glass are worth a fortune. Someone might want them soon. Please help me guard them at night."

Wang Gui was stunned for a moment.

Priceless glass?
Although we have similar interests, this is the first time we meet.

Just leave such an important matter to me!

Nothing said.

"Brother, don't worry."

Wang Gui immediately slapped his chest:

"As long as I'm here, no one will sabotage or steal it."

"Hahaha."

Song Xuan patted Wang Gui on the shoulder:

"I believe you. You don't need to meet some people too many times to know they are trustworthy."

Wang Gui was deeply moved. He had never experienced such unprecedented trust before!

There was no shortage of beds at home, so Wang Gui could just be given the bamboo bed that Su Xun had slept on. This was much better than having him sleep on the streets at night.

"Master, someone is looking for you."

"Ok?"

Song Xuan stood up and saw Tao Hong winking at him, so he looked at his mouth and said "Mrs. Gu".

After thinking about it, Mrs. Gu couldn't get over it and wanted to tell Shi Erlang some things.

"Sister-in-law?"

Song Xuan smiled and said, "You're free today, so you came to rest here?"

Mrs. Gu was immediately attracted to Song Xuan.

He had just practiced fighting and was sweating a lot. He took off his shorts and was shirtless.

Although Mrs. Gu didn't know what abdominal muscles were, she could see that Song Xuan had a great figure, smooth and shiny, making people want to touch it.

"What's this, Twelve Lang?"

Mrs. Gu's face turned slightly red. Although she wanted to cover her eyes, she stopped herself from thinking about it.

Shi Erlang has such a strong figure, I wonder which girl will marry him in the future.

"I just practiced martial arts with a friend and worked up a lot of sweat. I need to cool down."

"Is sister-in-law hot?"

Song Xuan picked up the palm-leaf fan beside him and walked forward to fan Mrs. Gu.

The wind blows the wheat waves.

It blew a corner of the clothes away.

Some grooves are revealed.

Mrs. Gu smelled the sweat on Song Xuan's body, but she didn't feel disgusted.

On the contrary, the closer I watched it, the more interesting it became. I even wanted to pinch it to see if it was hard enough.

She had never seen a "baby's" body like this before!
The man's figure is like a newly trimmed pine or cypress, with a strong strength hidden in his bones.

Mrs. Gu thought to herself that Song Xuan was so handsome and clear-minded, with broad shoulders and a straight waist, that he looked like the painting of General Zhao on horseback copied by the painting academy of the previous dynasty, with a strong and elegant style.

She lowered her head quickly, but looked at the ink bamboo embroidered on the round fan again and again. She felt that the bamboo joints drawn with fine silver thread were not as majestic as the one she saw at a glance.

Mrs. Gu had a gold bracelet on her wrist with a bell hanging on it, but the jingling sound of the bells revealed her inner thoughts.

"My God, it's a little hot."

Madam Gu glanced at Tao Hong, who was watching at the door, and whispered:

"Shi Er Lang, please excuse me for a moment and talk."

"it is good."

Song Xuan didn't shy away and followed Madam Gu to the side.

When she reached the corner, Mrs. Gu's heart was pounding and she didn't know where to focus her eyes.

She swallowed hard before saying, "Shi Er Lang, do you know who my husband is?"

"But I don't know."

"Gu Zimo, the magistrate of Yingtian Prefecture."

After Mrs. Gu finished speaking, she stared at Song Xuan's expression.

Song Xuan hummed:
"But what about Gu Zimo, who cut off his robe and sleeves with Dou Chou's son in public?"

"Exactly."

"I didn't expect that my sister-in-law was his wife."

Song Xuan then smiled calmly: "I am only friends with my sister-in-law, not with him, it's okay."

Hearing this, Mrs. Gu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but she also knew that Song Xuan was a wonderful person.

She jokingly said, "Aren't you afraid that he deliberately sent me to approach you to set up a trap?"

"Absolutely impossible!" Song Xuan kept fanning himself with his hands.

"If I were Judge Gu, I would never allow such a beautiful woman to set up a trap."

"Besides, I treat my sister-in-law sincerely, so she won't treat me badly!"

After hearing Song Xuan's words, Mrs. Gu felt that they were sweeter than honey.

"You just talk sweetly to please me."

"If you don't believe me, sister-in-law, you can check the conscience of this good brother of mine to see if I'm telling the truth!"

Song Xuan grabbed Mrs. Gu's hand and placed it directly on his left chest.

Mrs. Gu was panicked.

She just felt her hand being wrapped.

Exceptionally warm.

It felt like being sandwiched between a pancake, with warmth filling both the palms and backs of my hands.

The warmth was accompanied by his heartbeat.

From her palm, all the way to her arm.

In the end, Mrs. Gu's heart seemed to be electrocuted, and she felt dizzy.

She was somewhat fascinated by that feeling.

Mrs. Gu felt the beating of Song Xuan's young heart, and her face became redder and redder.

"turn out to be."

“It’s really hard!”

Madam Gu didn't say what was in her heart, but she said:
"I believe what you, my good brother, say."

"Sister-in-law, what did you want to say just now?"

Song Xuan did not let go, so Mrs. Gu did not pull her hand away and let him hold it.

She looked up at Song Xuan: "I'm here to remind my good brother of something!"

(End of this chapter)