mtl008 Chapter 140 Mask
Chapter 140 Mask
He remembered what his father had told him before, and regardless of the severe pain in his abdomen, he quickly got up from the ground and knelt down.
"General, calm down. It's all my fault for not doing my job well."
Seeing this, Wang Ren also knelt down hurriedly.
Song Zhe looked coldly at Cui Ming and the other man kneeling in front of him, and spoke after a while, "Get up."
"Thank you, Major General."
"Thank you, Major General."
Song Zhe looked at them grimly, "I don't want to hear what you said just now. The medicine has been delivered and we will leave soon. I hope to hear good news from you before I leave, understand?"
"I understand." Wang Ren subconsciously shuddered as he looked at Song Zhe's gloomy expression.
Cui Ming naturally made repeated assurances.
"I hope you won't let me down." Song Zhe glanced at them and turned away.
Only when his figure disappeared in the yard did Cui Ming and Wang Ren breathe a sigh of relief.
The two looked at each other, both feeling as if they had survived a disaster.
Cui Ming and Wang Ren, one a scholar and the other a martial artist, usually look down on each other, but today they suddenly feel like brothers in distress.
But they soon separated.
After all, they are not the same people after all.
Unlike Wang Ren who went out directly to look for clues, Cui Ming went back to his room after leaving.
After returning to the room and closing the door, Cui Ming, who had been holding on to his breath just now, finally couldn't bear it anymore. He collapsed to the ground, holding his abdomen with a painful look on his face.
Song Zhe did not hold back at all when he kicked him just now. Cui Ming was different from Wang Ren. He was just a weak scholar, and Song Zhe's kick was quite a heavy blow to him.
It took him a long while to finally recover. He stood up, holding his stomach, and sat on the chair.
At this moment, Song Zhe remembered what his father told him before he and the major general came to Jiayuguan.
He had been learning under his father under the general, and this time he got the opportunity by recommending himself. Although he had had contact with the major general before, the contact was not frequent.
I just know that he is a gentle man.
He had seen him treat roadside orphans tenderly.
That day he went to the bookstore to pick up the newly arrived books, and when he passed by Zhongjie Street, he happened to see his carriage. Song Zhe was a major general, and his carriage had the logos of the Song family and the Southwest Army, so he was recognized at a glance.
He didn't pay much attention to it at the time and continued walking forward. Unexpectedly, he saw Song Zhe's carriage again not long after, and there was noise all around.
He learned from the people around him that it was a little beggar who was begging on the road.
In fact, there was nothing surprising. Beggars would definitely beg for rich people. Song Zhe's carriage was large, the horses pulling the carriage were sleek and the decorations were luxurious. It was normal for the little beggar to step forward and stop the carriage.
It's none of your business, just hang it up high.
Cui Ming didn't want to care about this at all. He was in a hurry to go to the bookstore to buy books. He squeezed forward through the crowd of onlookers and unknowingly was pushed to the front of the crowd.
The noisy voices around made Cui Ming feel irritated. He regretted going to pick up the book in person. He was originally chatting with friends in the teahouse today. After they dispersed, he happened to remember that the book he had ordered was about to arrive today. On a whim, he planned to pick it up in person, but he didn't expect to run into this incident.
Song Zhe's carriage was indeed conspicuous. Not only Cui Ming recognized it, but many ordinary people also recognized it.
"Hey, that little beggar has good vision. He knows who has money and whose carriage to stop. He must have made a fortune today. That's General Song's carriage." The man spoke with envy in his tone, as if he couldn't wait to go up and stop the car himself.
His friends around him obviously knew him well. "Why? Are you jealous? Why don't you go up to him and ask for money? He's a rich man. Anything he shows you is enough for you to eat for several months."
The person being teased got angry and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I have food and clothes, why do I need to beg?"
The friends who just teased him were just drinking buddies, so how could they be sincere?
"You're not much better dressed than that little beggar, hahahaha."
The people around also joined in the laughter. The person being laughed at lost face and ran away covering his face.
Song Zhe frowned and glanced at the few people who were still laughing, feeling that it was ugly.
"My lord, please give me some food and drink. I kneel down before you."
In front of the carriage, a thin little beggar was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing.
He was so thin that one could almost see the shape of his spine through the coarse blue shirt he was wearing.
The coachman looked at the little beggar blocking the road with an unpleasant expression. He wanted to scold him, but he seemed to be hesitant about something. Wang Ren, who was following the carriage, walked to the window and said a few words to the inside.
Everyone around was staring at the carriage as if they were watching a show, wanting to see what the noble person inside would do.
There were people crowded around him, and Song Zhe, who was squeezed in by the crowd, couldn't get out for a while, so he turned his attention to the carriage.
Just then, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Song Zhe bent down and came out.
He looked at the young man kneeling in front of the carriage, frowned slightly, hurriedly dismounted, stepped forward to help him up, "Hurry up and get up."
The little beggar was pulled up by Song Zhe in a daze. He had been begging since he was a child. Whenever he saw rich people, he would come to this place. Some people would reward him with some money, some would give him some valuable things, and some would simply drive him away.
But it was undoubtedly his servants and guards who did the job. This was the first time he had encountered such a nobleman as the one in front of him.
By the time he reacted as he was translating, he found himself being pulled up. He looked at his black and dirty hand in the noble's hand and quickly pulled his hand out for fear of dirtying the noble's hand.
But it was too late, the stains on his hands had already stained Song Zhe's hands.
Song Zhe lowered his head to glance at the palm of his hand, a flash of disgust passed through his eyes, and then he raised his face with a look of concern.
"We, the Song family, guard the southwest. You and other people in the southwest are our responsibility." Song Zhe looked at the timid little beggar who seemed not to understand, and said in a gentle tone with a gentle face, "
It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Being a beggar is not a long-term solution. Come with me later and I will find you a job. You won't have to suffer from hunger and cold as a beggar anymore."
The little beggar didn't understand what long-term plan was, but when he heard Song Zhe say that as long as he followed him, he wouldn't have to suffer from hunger and cold in the future, his eyes lit up, and then he knelt down again and kowtowed to him repeatedly, "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir, I wish you a long life, a long life."
The young beggar didn't understand the meaning of "live a long life", but the old beggar he met before told him that it was a nice word and everyone liked to hear it.
"it is good!"
"well said!"
"As expected of Major General Song."
"What a kind man."
"This little beggar is really lucky. He has met a noble person."
"Who says it's not true? Ordinary people don't even have the chance to serve General Song."
Song Zhe, who watched the whole process from beginning to end, looked at Song Zhe in front of him with a gentle face, and his heart was pounding in his chest. This was the lord he wanted to assist.