Crown Jewels

Chapter 12 Protecting Yan Kingdom Changan

"Stop talking nonsense, since I was a child, there are things I can't do."

Seeing Song Yan's stinky fart, Fu Sinian wrinkled his face and choked speechlessly.

To be honest, he has grown so big, he has never met anyone who is more, um, more shameless than Song Yan!

He looked unwillingly at the ink contained in the inkstone on the table, turned his head and discussed:

"Look how boring you are!"

"Hey, I heard that Xuanpingfang has opened a wonton shop with excellent taste. Let's try something new in the past."

"It just so happens that you can also take Sister Leyi for a stroll here, how about it?"

Seeing the dancing light in Fu Sinian's eyes, Song Yan pursed his lips noncommittally, and didn't take his words seriously, but packed things faster.

Fu Sinian sighed, hesitantly said:
"Isn't there still three years left for martial arts, and today is not the day for us to practice."

"What are you doing so tight now, that you like being beaten by that old bastard so much?"

Song Yan, who had packed up his things, looked at him, as if thinking for a while, and said with a playful tone in his eyes:
"Well, don't say it, it's quite cool——"

"Besides, three years is a long time for you, I used my private money to enshrine that big Buddha,"

After finishing speaking, Song Yan drooped his eyelids, seeming a little impatient.

"Cheer up, go or not!"

Fu Sinian stared at him dissatisfied, and his men moved quickly.

"Go! Why don't you go? I'm not happy with whoring for nothing?"

"Besides, how can I leave you alone when it comes to being beaten?"

Song Yan heard a low smile overflowing from his throat, and slapped his chest with fists, his brows and eyes became bright again...

In the censer in the courtyard, there was a bit of green smoke burning, and the incense ash was piled up and there was still half of the candle incense left, but there were already sounds of painful struggle one after another.

Song Yan and Fu Sinian, who were lying on the ground in a panic, caught a glimpse of the man opposite him looking at the incense burner from the corner of his eye.

The two wailed in their mouths, but their momentum remained undiminished. They looked at each other in tacit understanding and suddenly got up, about to attack the strong man opposite.

The muscular man in strong clothes stared at him from the corner of his eye, with a faint smile on his lips, and kicked out his legs like lightning in the next moment.

What came was the sound of two thuds falling to the ground, which looked a bit miserable against the backdrop of the rays of the sun.

"Deputy Lieutenant Yang, you said you don't want to slap people in the face when you hit someone, so you don't need to give me special care every time?"

Fu Sinian looked at Song Yan, who was sweating profusely, although he was a little embarrassed, but still had a handsome face. He couldn't help covering his eyes that were blue from the beating, and yelled in dissatisfaction.

"Hmph! This is what I call teaching students according to their aptitude. It is because you are too concerned about your face that you are afraid to let go."

The majestic voice of the man came, with a rough and hoarse voice, teaching Fu Sinian a lesson.

Looking closely, there is actually a scar winding from the cheekbone to the corner of the mouth on his face, and his eyes are reflected a little fiercely.

This is Fu Sinian's son, Fuwei Yang, whom Fu Sinian has talked about many times.

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Song Yan again, his face never softening.

"And you, you don't have any strategy if you are reckless!"

"I'm not teaching reckless people. If you can't calm down, you don't have the right to get what you want!"

Song Yan clenched his teeth, covering his sore leg from the kick.

Beads of sweat on the corner of his right forehead continued to linger, and drips condensed on the tip of his high nose, crumbling along with his panting.

Hearing Deputy Lieutenant Yang's reprimand, although Song Yan was a little unwilling, the ups and downs in his chest gradually calmed down.

He recalled the scene just now in his mind, but bowed his head as he was taught.

Fuwei Yang's tone was sharp, but when he looked at Song and Fu, his eyes were more relieved. He lifted the two who had fallen to the ground, and his face returned to cold and serious.

"Have you thought about the question I left for you last time?"

"Since you want to become an official by martial arts, after passing through the three barriers and meeting the emperor, will you enter the camp or the guard?"

The so-called battalion position is a military officer who leads troops to fight on the battlefield, and can be named a general;
The so-called guards are the court guards belonging to the emperor, and they can go up to Jinyiwei.

Song Yan and Fu Sinian were shocked when they heard the words.

They all understand what the choice now means to them.

What he did to be proud of the heroes by becoming an official was to truly make them worthy of virtue and to display their ambitions.

With different ambitions, even if they also choose to become an official with martial arts, their future paths cannot be copied.

And the directions drawn up in advance lead them to a fork in life, subconsciously approaching their respective goals.

"Deputy Lieutenant Yang, you are young, but you still want to serve His Majesty in Jinyiwei. I want to join the guard."

Fu Sinian's voice came first, his brows and eyes were stubborn and calm.

Deputy Yang chuckled and looked towards Song Yan opposite.

"What about you?"

"I want to join the battalion and protect the peace of my country's territory."

The man's face was stern, his expression was no longer loose, and a compelling look suddenly burst out in his eyebrows and eyes, firm and persistent.

Lieutenant Yang looked at the two young men opposite, and burst out with pride spontaneously.

Although Yang Wu's official career stopped at the captaincy, he had a premonition.

The two teenagers in front of them may be the most outstanding generals in the entire Great Yan Kingdom in the next few decades, guarding the frontier and guarding the court!

As the night darkened, Song Yan washed off the hot sweat, put on pajamas and lay down on the bed.

Obviously his body was exhausted, but he was tossing and turning without any sleepiness, and his thoughts could not help but go back to Gu Baozhu who met at the racecourse today.

Why on earth could she enter her dream?
Song Yan always felt that there must be something strange at this time, but he couldn't figure it out after all.

In the end, he simply recalled the content of the dream, trying to find some clues, and suddenly seemed to think of something, his eyebrows and eyes froze.

"Huyan Uwe? Who the hell is he?"

Song Yan has always had a good memory, otherwise it would not be obvious that he didn't care much, and he could still be admitted to Huaigu Academy.

And in the second dream, when Gu Baozhu taunted him, the son of the merchant in the dream, he clearly said that after his face was ruined, he was not as handsome as Huyan Uwei.

Suddenly there was a soft chirp in the wing room, and the vibrating candlelight jumped with a hint of disdain.

"Huyan, Huyan—"

Song Yan hissed lightly, with doubts in his eyes.

The surname Huyan is basically rare in the Great Yan Kingdom.

If such a compound surname is remembered well, it should belong to the frontier minority.

Suddenly, Song Yan seemed to think of something, and suddenly sat up from the bed.

He Zhi had read a lot of miscellaneous books on the frontier. If he remembered correctly, the surname Huyan seemed to belong to the Turkic tribe in the north of Dayan, and it seemed to be a common surname.

Today's Turkic Shanyu took advantage of the turmoil in the former Shu and seized the opportunity to subdue the ethnic minorities in the north. He is considered the largest tribe in the north.

And that old Shanyu's name seems to be...

Song Yan thought for a while, and finally squeezed out four words:
Huyan—Modun!
"So," Song Yan looked at the dancing candlelight, his eyes dimmed.

With the same surname Huyan, the two of them must have some kind of relationship.

Thinking back to the first dream, Gu Baozhu once said to herself in the dream that she would be willing to marry Turkic and kiss her.

(End of this chapter)