Xie Yinxiang walked around the camp and stood aside and looked at Ye Siming's ordinary brocade robe and jade crown in the distance.
But standing in front of those soldiers who had been on the battlefield and killed the enemy, the murderous aura on them was no less than that of them, and they even felt like they were suppressing themselves.
I heard that after General Song Quan died, the emperor handed over the group of Song family troops to Yongyehou to lead him.
The boy did not have very prominent achievements, but he just had the nickname of a demon god who could kill without blinking.
But this alone cannot make him stand up to his prestige in the army.
Ye Siming came to the school to train troops today, but these Song family troops were extremely uncooperating.
Although they were not thinking about the old master, they just felt that obeying a young man who was not young and had no face.
Yongye Hou’s ability is only heard, but who has seen it with his own eyes?
Therefore, these soldiers were perfunctory and ignoring the strict military disciplines of the past, they argued with each other in front of Ye Siming.
Seeing that he was dealing with the important matter, Xie Yinxiang hesitated whether to step forward.
At this moment, Ye Siming asked coldly: "Why did you two do it just now?"
Standing in front of him were two soldiers, one tall and the other short.
The short one had obvious swelling bruises on her face.
Apparently I just got beaten.
The tall man next to him had a little muscle. Even if Ye Siming took the initiative to ask the reason, he looked unafraid.
"Report to the Marquis," he said in a frivolous tone: "This stinky short man meddled with other people's business. I gave a guide to a woman. He rushed out to make trouble, so he beat him."
The short soldier hurriedly explained in a rough voice: "It's not like this! We just carried water back to the schoolyard. When he saw the passing woman's beautiful appearance, he went up to chat and wanted to touch her. I couldn't stand him bullying.
The other party, so he fought."
A tall snorted coldly from his nose.
"Stupid, you just want to say I'm going to touch you? Marquis, you probably won't listen to this person's one-sided words, right? That's not fair."
Ye Siming pursed his lips, waved his hand, and called a cavalryman responsible for running errands beside him.
"Give you a stick of incense to check the real situation of this matter. If it exceeds one stick of incense, you will be punished with them."
The cavalry hurriedly took the order, turned around and galloped away.
At this moment, Ye Siming saw Xie Yinxiang standing not far behind him.
He raised his eyebrows: "Miss Xie, what's the matter?"
Xie Yinxiang hesitated for a while and then stepped forward: "Mr. Marquis, I have something to tell you, can I borrow a step to talk?"
Ye Siming nodded and the two walked aside.
All I could hear was the tall and thin man behind them whistled extremely frivolously.
Xie Yinxiang felt very embarrassed, her face seemed to be burning with fire.
"What's the matter?" Ye Siming seemed to have not heard it, and he asked in a faint tone.
Xie Yinxiang said what happened in the candy shop just now.
She said worriedly: "Nuoer is alone in the shop and is not accompanied by someone. I thought to myself, maybe she will be happier when she sees the Marquis go."
Since Xie Yinxiang finished talking about this, Ye Siming's brows were furrowed involuntarily.
At the end, he asked coldly: "Do you recognize the man who says the pastry is bad? Who is it?"
"I didn't look at it very carefully, but if I admit it wrong, I look like the son of the Huang Taishi Ling family."
Ye Siming wrote down this person.
His jawline is tightened: "I understand, you go back first."
Xie Yinxiang no longer delayed and quickly left the school ground.
It was because the tall and thin man's eyes were too vulgar, which made people disgusted.