Chapter 4: Little Mamluk ()

Thinking of Sanniang, Zhao Fubo couldn't help but jump in his heart. If Sanniang really discovered what he and Shu Yuer were doing in this lobby, I was afraid that the skin on his body would not be able to be kept.

When he thought of Sanniang's stern gaze in his heart, his liver trembled. If he thought of the family rules under his control, his skin would become extremely nervous.

He quietly raised his forehead and glanced at Sanniang with his eyebrows. When he saw Sanniang, he still lowered his pale hair and pressed his forehead tightly against the shiny floor, and felt very confused.

"It's not Sanniang, but who is it..."

While Zhao Fubo asked himself, Shu Yuer, who had suddenly knelt behind Sanniang, shouted the process of the ceremony in a crisp voice. Everyone in the hall kowtowed in this voice one by one.

"When you kowtow, the years will be prosperous and the heart of heaven will be filled with the glorious heart.

Second, kowtow, the years are long and sympathetic to the people.

Three kowtows…”

Just worshipping Jinmai, but it is time to get the best of Zhao Jiaerlang's arts.

The large and beautiful chair that was sitting on the Zhang family returned to its original place. The full picture of the Song Dynasty on the back wall naturally became a picture of Long Xing Jiuzhou. As for Sanniang, she naturally used her dragon head to return to the chair.

The exam is not like the owners who come back once a year. Instead, they take the exam every quarter. Whether it is civil and military, one person who fails the exam will be halved in a month and no one can leave for a month and a half.

As for the Zhao brothers, one of them can’t become a martial artist, and the other can’t be more powerful. This is also the reason why Sanniang is often angry.

Shu Yuer, who was standing beside Sanniang, looked at Zhao Fubo and was secretly worried about Sanniang.

The boss in the west room was a material for reading. However, he read all the things he was talking about singing about the wind and the moon. Everyone in the family knew that it was useless. However, Erlang Fubo was a brave and intelligent guy, but unfortunately he lacked the discipline of his parents and was a fool who didn't like to read.

In the following competition, Erlang's bravery was shown. At this time, Wei Zhen was introducing Sanniang and the people sitting, the warrior he brought.

"Sanniang is here. This is the strongest among the warriors of the Yulin Guard in our Yulin Village who are about the same age as the two young masters."

Wei Zhen’s Yulin Village trained Mamluk cavalry, but it was not like the Arabs castrated them all. Among each batch of Caucasians they bought, they chose those with strong physiques and intelligent hearts to become Yulin Guards. They taught Chinese and the human ethics of the senior and senior high and inferior people of the Central Plains since childhood, and more importantly, they were always loyal to the Zhao family.

When they grew up, in addition to learning the combat skills of the Mamluk cavalry themselves, they also need to learn the combat skills of the Central Plains. As for those who were eliminated, they should follow the Arab training methods and be castrated and trained to become the Mamluk cavalry needed by the caliphs or provincial governors.

When the Mamluk cavalry appeared in front of everyone, they all shone.

This is a boy about 15-16 years old. The Caucasian race gave him white skin and a pair of nearly green eyes under his flax-colored hair. He was wearing thick vest-style leather armor and holding a sharp long sword with both hands in his hand. When he saw the long sword, he knew it was made by Huangshacheng.

The long sword is slightly curved, the tip of the knife is an axe blade that is conducive to armor-breaking, and the slightly curved blade body is conducive to slashing immediately. The length of 1 meter 2 meters cannot show how heavy it is in the hands of tall Caucasian boys.

In his cold green eyes, he could not tell what he had thought. The long sword in his hand was lifted on his hand, and the tip of the knife slightly left the ground. His eyes were staring at the two brothers who were his opponents, and they were completely a man-devouring monster who planned to choose people to eat.

Zhao Fubo was not worried about the competition. At this moment, he was still kneeling there and just waiting for Sanniang to say something, so he could come forward and take action. However, his brother Zhao Xu couldn't help feeling a little uneasy at this time. He was worried that he was not the opponent of that guy. However, the wild boy came forward and wanted to get many benefits.

He raised his head slightly and looked at his father quietly. When Zhao Wuji received his son's gaze like he asked for help, he couldn't help but feel that his son was not good. But if Zhao Erlang had defeated what was happening in front of him, he would naturally take the lead. In anger, he hurriedly left the seat and came to Sanniang's side, raised his hand and bent down to salute.

"Sanniang is here, please say something to Rong Beizhi!"

Sanniang looked at the little Mamluk in front of her with satisfaction, knowing that Wei Zhen brought this young man to the point of being so kind to her soldiers. Seeing Zhao Wuji speak out, he just thought that he saw the shortcomings of the soldiers in front of her.

"Master Zhao, but please do not matter!"

Zhao Wuji has a special status among the four owners. Although his former civil and military affairs were not as good as his elder brother, no matter how he said it, he was not from the Zhao family. Therefore, no matter Sanniang or the other owners, he had to secretly give him some face.

"Reported to Sanniang, I thought that I, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, had a bow and a horse, but had ruled the world with kindness and culture. I was humble and thought, whether it would be better to put literature first in today's trial, please tell me!"

Sanniang didn't say anything. She has never been an arbitrary person. She looked at the owners of the manors.

The owner of Shu, who was in Ruiyu Village, was calm and peaceful when he stroked his long beard with his hand. Hassan rolled his beard with his fingers and looked like he was not concerned about his own affairs. Wei Zhen opened his eyes wide and showed that he was not happy. After seeing it, Sanniang paused again and Lang Sheng sent an order.

"Well, you will take the exam first. Erlang, if you are weaker, you will take the exam first!"

This is the rule of the Zhao family. Those who are weak in literature and have exams in advance. Those who are weak in martial arts will naturally compete first. Shu Yuer, who is familiar with this rule, suddenly raised her heart.

Zhao Fubo, who was kneeling there, lowering his head, was obviously beginning to worry. He lowered his head and was completely planning to get beaten. This made Shu Yuer's mouth curled and her eyebrows frowned and felt very uncomfortable.

Looking at Erlang's appearance, Sanniang sighed softly. She knew Erlang's nature, and she said that it was better to give him some tricks to memorize. She turned the dragon head in her hand into the ground and paused a few times.

"Erlang, you will carry the military tactics you have. If you can't recite them, you will not be allowed to go out in March, and the monthly money will be reduced by half!"

Hearing that he was asked to recite it first, Zhao Fubo's head "boomed" like a thunder sounded. He asked for it thousands of times, but why did this rule still not change at all?

Zhao Fubo's eyes secretly flew out from the corner of his eyes, and quickly looked at the situation around him.

His elder brother Zhao Xu is one year older than him, with thick curly hair, and a ray of arrogance often flashes through his big eyes. He reads books well, and his skills are not as good as Zhao Fubo, but he is the man in his family.

If Zhao Fubo cannot achieve both civil and military skills, then there will never be a chance to raise his head in the Zhao family.

As the dry and hot wind passed through the yard, he came to the owners and generals and leaders staring at him, and he felt even more depressed. Especially when he saw the smile on his second uncle's face, he felt anxious.

Her eyes quietly found Shu Yuer's figure in the yard, but she stood there like a clay sculpture. Her pretty face was tightly tense, and she lowered her eyes and looked at her feet. No matter from any angle, she was not like the pretty girl who was smiling in the east courtyard.

"My Bodhisattva, you are moving your mouth. Even if you don't say a word, it will be considered as saving my life!"

Zhao Fubo was so anxious that his heart was trembling. His knees kneeling on the blue brick floor also felt a pain. A few days ago, Shu Yuer took the book he was memorizing, and seemed to have been forgotten to Java with the pain, and he couldn't remember a word.

Although Sanniang is old, she is not blurred and has no deafness, she is still full of energy when speaking. Especially when she is scolding a little monkey like him, her voice is as cold as iron.

"Hmph, little beast, is this the book you have memorized for so long? Xiao Yu'er, and you. If you want him to supervise him to read, you will read this result. But see if my Sanniang is bullied! The person who came to get me a rattan, and you two knelt down to me and recite the family precepts honestly!"

When Sanniang got angry, everyone in the Zhao family was afraid. Not to mention others, Zhao Fubo was afraid first.

Shu Yuer didn't dare to say a word, but just knelt straight beside Zhao Fubo. Her handsome little face was snow-white at this moment without any trace of blood, and her long eyelashes were just trembling.

"Sanniang is here, please listen to the words of Uncle Erlang."

Being beaten is no longer a painful thing for Zhao Fubo. He is used to being wild, but he is not afraid of being beaten. He just wants to drag down Shu Yuer, the only person who is good to him, but he really can't bear it.

"Tell me!"

Sanniang is not an unreasonable person, Erlang is also very clear about this. As long as he speaks it reasonably, he will not be unreasonable and wrong.

"I learned back to Sanniang that Shu Yuer was serious and diligent in the supervisory school, but Erlang was stupid and could not remember the meticulous teachings and only knew how to playful. I only asked Sanniang to spare Shu Yuer, Erlang was willing to bear all the punishments with all his strength!"

His words were exchanged for Sanniang slapped hard on the armrest of the chair, and then a more severe scolding sounded.

"Du, a bold slave, I am useless in my literary affairs, but I only know how to protect the beautiful maid. What is the use of asking you, a little beast who only knows how to play with you, will kill you today and avoid becoming a villain in the future."

When Zhao Fubo heard this, he knew that it was broken. Shu Yuer was afraid that she would escape this. When she looked back, she saw Shu Yuer's rolling eyes and the second uncle's face had turned into a proud smile.

I knew Shu Yu'er was annoyed, but she didn't dare to make a statement. She had to bend down, support the ground with both hands, waiting for the arrival of the rattan. She also recited the rules of the family loudly at the same time. When he opened his mouth, you would find that the rules of the Zhao family were also unique and tight.

"The angry hair rushes to the crown, and the rain stops when the railings are on.

Looking up, whistling to the sky, with a strong heart.

Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of roads, clouds and moon.

Don’t wait, the young man’s head is gone, and he is so sad!

The shame of Jingkang has not yet been avenged. When will the hatred of the minister be destroyed?

Drive a long car and break through the Helan Mountain.
Chapter completed!