Early the next morning, the military officers came to the military camp to report, and found that His Highness Taisun had been waiting in the camp for a long time, and they hurriedly saluted.
"Hahaha, get up quickly." Zhu Zhanji's face was full of joy. He looked completely different from the way he looked down on them yesterday. He personally pulled up the square-faced man in the lead and said excitedly: "I heard yesterday that you are coming, is that right?
I was so happy that I didn’t sleep all night. Look, the circles under my eyes are dark.”
Although there were no dark circles on his dark face, he still moved all the martial arts candidates... It had been two years since they came to Beijing with great ambitions to take the exam, and they were like salted fish and bacon.
They had been waiting for two full years. During these two years, they had been met with nothing but white looks and ridicule. How had they ever felt any attention and warmth? And this warmth came from the heir...the heir of the Ming Dynasty.
Although when it is Zhu Zhanji's turn to take the throne, it will be a year of the monkey, and His Highness the King of Han is eyeing him, even whether his father can take the throne is a question... But at least at this moment, what is rising in the hearts of the people in the martial arts is that "a scholar will die for his confidant"
, the impulse.
But the long and humble waiting never taught them how to express their feelings decently, so they all seemed a little embarrassed, mumbling and not knowing what to say.
"You must not have eaten so early, right?" Looking at their shabby clothes, sallow complexions, and country bumpkin looks, Zhu Zhanji could hardly imagine that in the capital of the Ming Dynasty, under the emperor's feet, there were people who were so miserable. Beggars were worse than them.
Well done... His Highness Taisun couldn't help but feel disappointed. He didn't believe these people were his saviors. But since he was six years old, he had received the most rigorous royal training. It was completely possible for people not to see what he was thinking, or at least to fool them.
There's nothing wrong with these old haters.
He warmly greeted them into the barracks. The cooks in the camp had prepared a sumptuous breakfast. In addition to the daily pan-fried pancakes, spring rolls, flower rolls, and steamed buns, there were also various snacks, steamed buns with various fillings, and porridge.
More than a dozen kinds...Zhu Zhanji put a lot of effort into the young army. The cooks in the camp were all transferred from the East Palace. At least in terms of food, it was definitely the best among all the military camps in the capital.
Seeing so many delicious foods, the military officers who had been fed by the Ministry of War in the past two years by providing relief to the victims could not help but secretly swallow their saliva. Their hungry intestines, which were never full, began to gurgling.
"I'm right, I'm really hungry." Zhu Zhanji laughed loudly and said, "What are you staring at? Come sit down and eat."
"Thank you, Your Highness." Tears overflowed from the corners of the eyes of the martial arts examiners. They each found a seat and sat down. At first, they thought about eating carefully in front of His Highness, but soon they couldn't control themselves and started devouring the food, and even had a habitual fight over it.
"Slow down, slow down, there's no need to grab it." Zhu Zhanji's smile was a little stiff: "There's not enough left, so make sure you're full."
"Your Highness is so kind..." The martial arts practitioners who were allowed to sit at the same table with him had their mouths full of food and vaguely expressed their gratitude: "We don't even remember,
When was the last time you had a full meal?"
"It was the emperor's Christmas, and Honglu Temple opened a flowing banquet."
"I think about it, it was not easy that time. We brothers fought off the beggars and got food...
"Haha..." Zhu Zhanji's smile became stiffer, thinking that I had indeed attracted a group of beggars...
"Why don't you eat, Your Highness?" Only then did the martial arts people notice that he didn't move his chopsticks at all.
"Oh, yes, this..." Zhu Zhanji squeezed out a smile and said, "I had a bad stomach last night and I don't feel well." After saying that, he stood up and said, "I'll be right back."
"When people have three urgent needs, they have to hurry up." The people in the martial arts competition quickly stood up to see each other off.
"You go on, you don't have to send me off." Zhu Zhanji left the barracks as if he was running away.
Watching his back disappear at the door, the people in the martial arts examination were so moved that they wiped away tears and said: "Your Highness is such a courteous and virtuous corporal. He came to greet us so early despite his stomachache."
"Yeah, it probably has something to do with getting up early and catching a cold. Last time I was..."
"Shut up, I won't let anyone eat."
"What's the point? Last time you secretly ate stinky tofu in a maokeng, how come you have an appetite?"
"Because it's so interesting..."
Outside the barracks, Zhu Zhanji shook his head depressedly when he heard the vulgar words inside, and then went to the back to find Wang Xian to settle the score.
As soon as he entered, he saw Wang Xian standing there with a smile and asked: "Your Highness is really upset?"
"You're making trouble, are you ready?" Zhu Zhanji rolled his eyes at him and sat down angrily. Wu Wei served him a bowl of eight-treasure porridge.
"It's just a little skin injury. It doesn't have any impact if you stand. Of course, the walkway is not easy." Wang Xian smiled, picked up the porridge bowl and took a bite.
Zhu Zhanji took one look at the dark, complex, and sticky rice-treasure porridge, and remembered the pitiful remarks of those martial arts people. He felt nauseated and almost vomited.
"Take it away, take it away." His Highness Taisun lost his temper and glared at Wang Xiandao: "It's not the Laba Festival, so why should we eat Laba porridge?"
"The food eaten during the Laba Festival is called Laba porridge, and now it's called eight-treasure porridge." Wang Xian explained.
"Is there any difference?" Zhu Zhanji said depressedly.
"There are differences on the surface, but essentially they are the same." Wang Xian smiled and said, "Don't pay too much attention to those empty things, as long as they taste good."
"There is something in your words." Zhu Zhanji muttered.
"It depends on what you think." Wang Xian smiled and said, "If you think I'm talking about those guys outside, that's right."
"Stop being such a talker." Zhu Zhanji's eyes widened and he said, "I seriously doubt your choice now. I'd better go to the house of Marquis Yangwu to apologize."
"Whether it is a mule or a horse, you have to take it out for a walk before you know it." Wang Xian said calmly: "I haven't walked it yet, so it would be too early to draw a conclusion."
"I've already walked." Zhu Zhanji groaned and said, "Sorry, if you ask me to hand over 10,000 infant troops to these country bumpkins for training, I will become a laughing stock."
"Confucius said, I judge people by their words, and I will lose them. I judge people by their appearance, and I will lose their sons and feathers..." After Wang Xian finished speaking, he couldn't help but secretly feel proud. I could actually open and shut my mouth as Zi Yan said. This scholar is indeed worthy of his reputation.
A guy like Zhu Zhanji, who had been taught by a great Confucian since childhood, still did this. After hearing this, he was silent for a while and said: "You mean, I judge those noble disciples by their words, and I judge these martial arts people by their appearance.
?
"That's exactly what I mean." Wang Xian nodded and said seriously: "You are a nobleman from Tianhuang. You have been taught royal etiquette by a great scholar since you were a child. Every day you see people who are pretentious. When you see those who come from rural areas and military households, they are
The martial arts people who have been struggling at the bottom of the capital for many years naturally feel uncomfortable."
"You have been struggling at the bottom for many years, so how can I get used to it?" Zhu Zhanji asked.
"Okay, I don't care how hurtful your words are, but how many people in the world are born tall and noble like me?" Wang Xian said calmly.
"You are such a stinker." Zhu Zhanji finally smiled: "Then you said that I am surrounded by pretentious people, including my father and my emperor? This is enough for you to report to Ji Gang."
"Don't take your seat." Wang Xian said depressedly, "Can we not go off topic?"
"Okay." Zhu Zhanji nodded, thought about it and said, "But think about it, you are really right..."
"Anyway," Wang Xian hurriedly pulled him back to the topic and said in a deep voice: "You know very well that you are not choosing civil servants, let alone concubines. You are choosing to marry more than 10,000 stupid country boys in the camp.
, find a group of leading brothers, make them obedient, and train them well so that they can be pulled out within two months without embarrassing you." He paused and said: "Another question, do you think you are using this group of martial arts to embarrass people, or are you?
Is it embarrassing for Fang Shan to suffer from diarrhea while performing martial arts?"
"Of course it's the latter..." Zhu Zhanji said without thinking.
Wang Xian gave him a no-no, a look in his eyes, and switched his mouth to the function of eating.
"But the question is, can they do it?" Zhu Zhanji asked still worried.
"..." Wang Xian sighed helplessly, and had no choice but to switch the function back: "As I said, it's a mule or a horse, take it out for a walk. Try it out first, and then return it if it doesn't work. What do you lose?"
"That's true." Zhu Zhanji nodded.
"So, let's eat porridge."
"However, our royal family only eats Laba porridge during the Laba Festival. This is a rule set by Taizu."
"You know? Occasionally committing a foul makes people feel good." Wang Xian said indifferently.
"It makes sense." Zhu Zhanji's eyes lit up. He didn't care what the dark bowl looked like and started eating it: "I've wanted to try it for a long time to see what it feels like to go against the ancestral rules."
After he finished a bowl, Wang Xian asked: "How do you feel?"
"One word, enjoyable." Zhu Zhanji handed the bowl to Wu Weidao: "One more bowl."
Wu Wei served another bowl to His Highness Taisun and whispered: "Your Highness, those are two words."
"Really? Haha..." Zhu Zhanji smiled awkwardly and changed the subject: "You know, yesterday's military stick meal caused a sensation in the capital."
"How is it?" Wang Xian asked calmly, feeling a little nervous.
"What else could they do? Didn't those people's lungs explode when they saw their children and grandchildren being carried back?" Zhu Zhanji sighed: "That afternoon, they went to Fengtian Gate to hand over a sign to see the emperor and demand severe punishment for the murderer.
"
Zhu Zhanji said, deliberately pausing for a long time to appreciate the change in Wang Xian's expression.
"Then what?" Wang Xian finally couldn't hold himself any longer and asked.
"Are you scared?" Zhu Zhanji said with a wicked smile.
"I'm so scared..." Wang Xianyu laughed twice and said, "I'm just a little big-headed."
"Haha, that's still scary." Zhu Zhanji laughed heartily, and then reassured him: "Don't worry, what can they do if I'm here? I entered the palace first and explained the whole story to the emperor.
, but the emperor did not see them and only asked the eunuch to give them a word."
"What word?" Wang Xian asked in a hurry.
"That's right." After Zhu Zhanji finished speaking, he said proudly: "Also, I have good news for you. The emperor praised you for your talent and even asked the imperial doctor to come and see your injuries."
"Ah?" Wang Xian suddenly lost his mind. It was good to be praised by the emperor for his talent, but how could his fake injuries be hidden from the eyes of the imperial doctor. He feebly ordered Wu Weidao: "Let Zhou Yong come, don't forget to bring his
stick……"
"Hahahahaha" Zhu Zhanji couldn't help but laugh while hugging his belly. It was obviously a lie.
After he finished laughing, under Wang Xian's resentful eyes, he wiped away his tears and said: "Don't be so sentimental. I don't care if your butt is rotten or not?" After saying this, he made a triumphant gesture triumphantly and said, "Get it back."