Song Ming actually didn't have much feeling about being able to fake this time. Ji Bo'an was not here, and Zhou Changsu had gradually become better before. Although he was no longer in the army, he still felt a little bit real when he thought about it occasionally.

There is some pressure, but pressure is the motivation that can make him stronger, so he has to work hard so that he will not be left behind. And with this mood, he is holding the last arrow feather.

His hand was unusually steady, and when the bullseye in his eyes gradually became larger and clearer, he let go...

It's already hot enough here in Shangjing in July. If you don't hide in the shade, you'll be so hot that you can't keep your eyes open. The sweat on Song Ming's body has completely soaked the clothes on his back, making it uncomfortable to wear.

Very good. He wiped his sweat and held the water bag in his hand as he walked towards the place where he usually lived. At the same time, he thought about whether he could shoot more accurately next time. In the past, only 60% of his arrows could hit the target.

The target has now been mentioned to 70%. With this intensity of practice, I hope that one day I can hit 80% to 90%! He was thinking like this, and before he had gone far, he heard someone calling him.

"Song Ming! Someone is looking for you outside Song Ming!"

Ji Bo'an had just had a quarrel with Fei Bing'an. Although it was not really a quarrel, it could only be said to be a quarrel between friends. In the end, both of them undoubtedly suffered losses. One was said to be too thin, and the other was said to be too tall.

Being too delicate can easily lead to misunderstandings. Neither of them was convinced by the other. Even when they arrived in front of the military camp, they were still rolling their eyes and snorting at each other. This scene was clearly seen by several sentries standing guard at the entrance of the military camp.

, the young man could not help but sigh: This handsome man is extremely good-looking even if he rolls his eyes.

It took about half a stick of incense for Song Ming to arrive at the door. He actually knew who it was when he was called. He was probably the only one who was familiar with him in Beijing and could still come to visit! Ji Boyan looked at Song

Ming came out and hurriedly greeted him, handing over the bag of salt and pepper peanuts in his hand. After ten months, they finally met again.

"Oh, what is this?" Song Ming originally ran towards him, but before he could get close, he was stopped by the object held by Ji Bo'an. He scratched his head and glanced at Ji Bo'an and asked.

There was a light inside, and Ji Bo'an didn't forget him. He didn't expect to see him today.

Ji Bo'an smiled and handed it forward, his tone was unusually brisk, and he was no longer as calm and mature as usual. Looking at Song Ming who was still puzzled, he said: "You asked, why don't you take it and see for yourself, here you go, take it

Here you go." After saying that, he stretched out his hand and waited for Song Ming to take it. "Hurry up and read what it is. I have something to talk to you about." Song Ming, this kid, is still lingering in his place. It's really...

Ask for a beating.

Song Ming looked at the bag and then took it. He laughed as soon as the thing passed into his hand. The thing felt strangely familiar. "You actually brought me salt and pepper peanuts, good stuff!" He must have had a few.

I haven't eaten this food for months, and I was really hungry. Without thinking, I opened the bag, grabbed a handful of peanuts and stuffed one into my mouth. The taste filled my taste buds that had been empty for months.

Occupied, his smile became brighter and brighter.

Fei Bing'an originally thought that Song Ming was a relatively strong-looking young man, but he didn't expect that he turned out to be a young man with a youthful face but about the same height as him. It was the way he smiled that made people feel that he was

The young man in bright clothes and an angry horse was a bit more heroic than the two of them. He couldn't help but think of what Ji Bo'an had just said about him being thin. Now he did have the confidence to believe Ji Bo'an's words.

"Don't be in a hurry to eat. I have something to tell you." Ji Bo'an patted the hand that Song Ming had just stretched out into the bag, feeling a little funny. "I have a friend who brought me here to get to know you, so please slow down."

Eat, let's get to know each other first." He glanced at Fei Bing'an, whose eyes were always wandering around Song Ming, and then dragged Song Ming over there.

Song Ming, who was a little excited about seeing Ji Bo'an just now, failed to notice Fei Bing'an standing beside him. Now after hearing this, he remembered to look around. Following the direction Ji Bo'an walked, he saw

The friend Ji Bo'an mentioned that he wanted to introduce to him, when he first met him, he was really stunned for a moment, for no other reason than the temperament that made him a little trance-like, like a crane standing proudly.

, and it looked like green bamboo, which made people stay away just by looking at it, for fear that he would offend this young man with an arrogant look on his eyebrows. He couldn't help but think, this is how the young masters from the aristocratic family are like, and this is what the people Ji Bo'an associates with are like.

Literary scholar.

"This is the person I met when I went to Huaiyi to worship my ancestors. He is the second person I can call a friend here, Fei Bing'an." He pointed to Song Ming, who was still standing, and said: "

This is Song Ming, the friend you and I often mentioned before." Seeing that Fei Bingan had saluted and Song Ming was still stunned, he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, so he patted Song Ming's arm.

"Ah, I have met Brother Fei." Song Ming was still stunned just now, but he woke up after being slapped by Ji Bo'an. He looked at Fei Bing'an's demeanor and movements and couldn't help but secretly admired him. He is really an extremely polite young man from aristocratic family.

!But he didn’t expect Ji Bo’an’s next words to overturn all his previous conjectures.

"Although he is a friend, he is also my counselor, so you don't need to pay attention to him from now on when he blows his beard and glares at you. Don't look at the arrogance on his face. In fact, he is just a paper tiger." Ji Bo'an thought about Fei Bingan's face just now.

The way he rolled his eyes was naturally meant to be sarcastic, but it was just a joke between friends and no one took it seriously.

But Song Ming was a little confused by these words. He muttered in a low voice first, then raised his eyes and looked at Ji Bo'an and asked: "You said? It's a counselor?" He looked carefully again.

I glanced at Fei Bing'an and felt that I had just heard something. How could he look like a counselor? Isn't he the prince of a noble family? "Are you trying to trick me? Aren't you a prince from a noble family?"

After he finished saying this, Ji Bo'an hadn't answered yet, but Fei Bing'an laughed. This laughter was a little more cheerful and real than usual. If he had been wary of this young man just now, then this sentence asked
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