Chapter 23: Huatai Sui

  How old is the flower? Is the flower in bloom?

  As soon as he heard the name, Song Qing was still a bit unresponsive, but quickly remembered that Xue Ping's son, Xue Ming, had this nickname. Although Xue Ping hadn't come to bother him in the past two days, Song Qing had always been on guard against his superior, after all, he had taken this position from Xue Ping's son. Who knows when Xue would trip him up? Now that the old man's trap hadn't arrived yet, his son Xue Ming had come knocking on his door instead, probably not for anything good.

  Song Qing wasn't afraid of trouble, but now that he hadn't yet established himself and was also serving under Xue Ping, he didn't want to stir up any trouble either. Looking at this group of people coming over with such a strong attitude, some of them even holding clubs in their hands, it was probably not to make friends with him. He nodded slightly towards Zhao Luo Xiao Bei and the others: "Why don't you all go home for lunch first? Come back again in the afternoon!"

  The voice had just fallen when a loud and hoarse voice from the opposite side shouted: "Is that Song Qing over there? Get out of the way for Master Taisheng!"

  Song Qing originally wanted to leave, but after hearing this, he immediately stopped in his tracks. The ten children also halted their footsteps. Luo Xiaobei, who had the most violent temper, had already walked back and whispered: "Sir, that guy is probably here looking for trouble, sir please be careful!"

  "You all know, wait a bit and be prepared. If it really comes to blows, I'll take care of Xue Ming, you lead the others with long spears to deal with the rest, don't rush to release the dogs." Song Qing's face was calm as water, but he had already begun to calculate in his heart. For now, it wasn't time to openly clash with Xue Ping, after all, the other side was a superior officer, and he himself was a newly risen figure. If he immediately started quarreling with his superiors, he feared that future promotions wouldn't be too smooth either. Everyone likes brave and fierce subordinates, but a subordinate who constantly provokes their superiors, probably won't be liked by many people. Therefore, if possible, this fight should be avoided, even if it does happen, it's best not to use the dogs, lest things get out of hand.

  However, if the other party is looking for death, Song Qing doesn't mind helping them achieve it. After all, no one knows what will happen at the end of this year. By then, the status of military generals will gradually rise until they become warlords in various regions. The status of brave generals will naturally rise with the tide, and as long as the bigwigs in the Imperial Guard are not blind, they will eventually find a use for him.

  To make his presence known, he took a heavy first step forward, tightly gripping the long spear in his hand. He walked several steps towards them and shouted: "Who are you people? This is a forbidden area of the school grounds. Who allowed you to barge in here? Aren't you afraid of violating military law?"

  "This is my family's ancestor!" The man who led the way had already rushed forward, pointing at Song Qing with a short club in his hand, and said rudely: "Don't you hurry up to pay your respects? Otherwise, I'll break your dog legs!"

  "Tai Sui Ye? Never heard of it!" Song Qing shook his head in confusion, clicking his tongue and saying: "I've only heard of Wan Sui Ye, who is this Tai Sui Ye, which one is bigger or smaller than our current Wan Sui Ye?"

  "Don't spout nonsense!" Xue Mingren was not stupid, and upon hearing Song Qing's words that seemed to be leading him astray, even hinting at treason, he immediately reacted and hastily rushed over, saying: "I am indeed Xue Ming!"

  "Xue Ming?" Song Qing's expression changed to one of sudden realization, and then he said with a hint of sarcasm: "I still haven't heard of him."

  "My dad is Xue Pinggui, the commander-in-chief!"

  "Oh, I remember now, it's Brother Xue!" Song Qing intentionally dragged out his tone, just revealing a few degrees of warm smile, but suddenly turned to say: "My father is General Song Hu, and I am Lieutenant Song Qing. May I ask what position does Brother Xue hold?"

  "You!" Xue Ming's anger surged up instantly. The small flag that was about to fall into his hands was snatched away by this scoundrel, and now he had the nerve to ask about his official position? How could he tolerate this?

  Before he could react, Song Qing hastily said: "No way, I remember Brother Xue being a white-robed official. Since you're a white-robed official, what qualifications do you have to come to this small training ground? Are you here for drills today? Why isn't General Xue's flag with you? If it's not for drills, please leave immediately! This small training ground is, in smaller terms, the place where my brother belongs, and in larger terms, it's a place where the imperial court trains its troops. Idle people are not allowed to enter without reason. Take your men and leave now, and I'll pretend this never happened. If you don't leave, don't blame me for not giving you face!"

  "How dare you! My dad is your superior, and this small school is also under his management. I can come whenever I want, and do whatever I want. What can you do to me, Song Qing?" Xue Ming's anger was finally ignited, and his originally somewhat handsome face turned iron-green, with a sinister glint in his eyes.

  He was also a military dependent, and Xue Ping's martial arts were not bad either. He had taught him some moves since he was young, and in the younger generation around him, he was considered a top-notch figure. Except for Wang Jian's family background being higher than his, and his martial arts surpassing his, which made him dare not have any intention of provoking him, he had never been afraid of anyone else. Now, being scolded by this Song Qing who he used to look down on, the last bit of rationality in his heart slowly disappeared into thin air, only thinking about knocking this person to the ground and giving himself a chance to vent his anger.

  Song Qing's face changed, but his words were all about grand principles, and he put on an air of authority to lecture: "Your father is the commander-in-chief, that's true, and he's my superior, that's also true. If he came to this small drill ground, whether it was to supervise training or just take a stroll, as his subordinate I would naturally show respect. But you're just a nobody, how dare you rely on your father's official position to cause trouble here? I'm giving you the time it takes to burn an incense stick, get out of here immediately, otherwise today I'll enforce military law right here and see who dares to say I'm wrong!"

  "Looking for death!" Xue Ming suddenly shouted, his body slightly shrinking back before suddenly expanding, like a sharp arrow shooting out. One foot went straight for Song Qing's shoulder, but Song Qing didn't move at all, as if he had become stupid, and rigidly took the kick, his body also tilting backwards.

  Xue Ming succeeded with one move, and the thoughts in his mind turned. Could it be that Song Qing was just a name without any real skill? But as soon as this thought arose, he suddenly felt a great force coming from the soles of his feet, and then his whole body lost control, tilting backwards rapidly, watching himself getting farther and farther away from Song Qing, with some wonderful feeling of flying through the clouds...

  He quickly reacted and found himself being pushed out by Song Qing's shoulder. Before he could understand the reason, he was already heavily thrown to the ground. The pain in his back shocked him, and he jumped up like a carp, shouting left and right: "What are you all staring at? Come on, hurry up and take this guy down! And those few little brats behind him, beat them up for me too!"

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