Kangxi, your Qing Dynasty is dead

Chapter 23 My martial arts are very good, I learned them all in the Yunnan Lecture Hall!
When Wang Zhongxiao followed Uncle Fu into the Donghua Gate of the Forbidden City, he was [-]% sure that this "little uncle" was a big shot.

Because when he entered Dong'an Gate and Donghua Gate with Uncle Fu just now, the guards of the Xiaoqi Battalion and the Shangsanqi Guards were all like wooden figures, standing motionless. , it is directly released.

This is the year of Kangxi, not the year of Jiaqing when there are often assassins and rebels in the palace.Besides, the person in power now is Ao Bai Ao Taishi, a notoriously hard-to-talk ruthless man!The Xiaoqi Battalion and the soldiers of the Shangsanqi Guards guarding the gates of Dong'anmen and Donghuamen must have recognized Uncle Fu and knew that Uncle Fu was a big man, so they let him go.

This Uncle Fu is not a prince, is he?Wang Zhongxiao followed Zhang Xiaobao for a walk in the southeast corner of the Forbidden City, while thinking in his heart: There seems to be no Prince Fu in the Qing Dynasty today, and Prince Fu, the Prince of Fu. Could it be Xiao Mazi's elder brother, Prince Yu Fuquan?Judging by his age, this possibility is not small!It seems that it is really easy to meet noble people outside the gate of the imperial city!
When Wang Zhongxiao found out that he would let you meet a nobleman, that nobleman, Mr. Fu, was also looking at him.Not to mention, this Wang Zhongxiao's looks are especially popular with the nobles. The aesthetic requirements of the seventeenth century for men are "live Lu Bu". On the nobleman?
That's why Mr. Fuda now likes Wang Zhongxiao more and more. Well, he likes muscular men now!

"Big head." After wandering around the Forbidden City for a while, Uncle Fu began to inquire about Wang Zhongxiao's background, "What's your name? What's your tuba size?"

Wang Zhongxiao replied: "Miangui, my surname is Wang, and I am loyal from above to filial piety from below."

"Wang Zhongxiao, a loyal minister and filial son, what a good name!" Uncle Fu asked again, "What does the adult in the family do?"

"My father was the commander-in-chief," Wang Zhongxiao said, "He was the commander-in-chief of the right-wing army in Yunnan."

"Yunnan Aid to Suppress the Right Wing Soldier" Uncle Fu was stunned for a moment, and stood there looking at Wang Zhongxiao, "Your father is Wang Fuchen? No wonder he looks so mighty."

"That's it," Wang Zhongxiao said proudly, "My father will follow me, no, I will follow my father!"

Uncle Fu was directly amused by Wang Zhongxiao's words, "Your father is with you. By the way, why have I never seen you before?"

"Master Fu," the little black fat guy Guo Jinbao seemed to want to behave well in front of Mr. Fu - he also wanted to meet noble people!At this moment, he rushed to answer, "This Wang Datou was too good at fighting when he was a child. Six years ago, he wrestled with Obeile of Xinjun Wang's family in Douban Hutong in Huandong City, and Obeile was beaten to death. I ran to Yunnan to avoid the limelight.”

Wang Zhongxiao quickly grabbed the topic and said: "It's all children fighting, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning."

Uncle Fu felt a little strange, and asked, "Ebele? Eza? He's only fourteen, and he was only eight years old six years ago!"

"No, it's his brother Erni." Guo Jinbao rushed to answer for Wang Zhongxiao again.

"Eni?" Uncle Fu thought for a while, then stared at Wang Zhongxiao, "It seems that he died a few years ago, didn't you beat Wang Datou to death?"

This startled Wang Zhongxiao, he couldn't bear the charge of beating Baylor to death now!

"No, no," Guo Jinbao was still loyal at this time, and hurriedly explained to Wang Zhongxiao, "He died from smallpox. In the Forty-Nine City, many Eight Banners have been haunted by smallpox over the years." He sighed Tone, "More than half of the children of Man Banners and Meng Ba Banners who wrestled with us in the alley back then have disappeared."

"Yes, yes," Wang Zhongxiao nodded repeatedly, "This smallpox is too hateful!"

Uncle Fu sighed, "It's really hateful." Having said that, he suddenly felt something was wrong, he quickly changed the subject, and asked as he walked: "Boss, the members of the Wang family of Xinjun are pretty good at fighting, can you fight?" Baylor from their family was beaten to death, it seems that your martial arts were very good back then!"

Hearing his question, Wang Zhongxiao smiled and shook his head: "No, no, I was young and ignorant at the time, and I didn't understand the heights of heaven and earth, so I thought it would be great to subdue a group of children in the alleys of Sijiu City. It turned out that Yunnan, let my father send him to the martial arts lecture hall under Pingxi Wang Fan, so that he can know what real martial arts is like! Only then can he know what real kung fu is!"

He is instilling Wu Sangui's threat theory to Uncle Fu!
In fact, all of his martial arts were taught by his father, Wang Fuchen, and have nothing to do with the martial arts lectures under Pingxi Wangfan.

But Wang Zhongxiao still wants to help Wu Sangui to promote it!Because the battle of San Francisco is a bit of a slap in the face to beat the wolf at both ends.Wu Sangui was indeed cowardly, but Daqing was also timid.If it wasn't for Wu Sangui being too old to be taken in by God, there is no telling when this mess will end!

So now Wang Zhongxiao has to try his best to pull some tiger skins for Wu Sangui. If the Eight Banners in Beijing can be more afraid of this old thing, then the probability of Wang Dazhong's success will be greater.

"Lecture Hall? What is Lecture Hall?" Uncle Fu really became interested.

Wang Zhongxiao explained: "The so-called Lecture Hall is privately called by the sons of officials under the Prince Pingxi and the children of green camp military officers like me. The official name is the Yunnan Fan School. It is specially established by King Pingxi to train his subordinates. Or the school for the children of the green camp, not only teaching the Four Books and Five Classics, but also teaching the art of war, the skills of marching and deploying troops, and the real kung fu of going into battle."

Uncle Fu nodded, thoughtfully, and asked again: "Then how many disciples are there in this Yunnan Lecture Hall?"

"That's a lot," Wang Zhongxiao said. "There were thousands of people when I left!"

"How many thousands?" Uncle Fu was taken aback. "So many? How many military officers are there under Prince Pingxi and Yungui Luying?"

"I don't know about that," Wang Zhongxiao continued to tease Wu Sangui, "but most of the Pingxi Wangfan and Yungui Luying Military Officers have wives and children. Even my father who didn't learn well gave me eight more Mom, my siblings have a big litter, and although they are not in Qi, they will have to divide the family property in the future, it is annoying to think about it!"

After hearing this, Uncle Fu frowned, "Is it easy to feed the children of Pingxi Wangfan and Yungui Luying? "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" says that the southwest is a land full of dysentery."

"That's in the past," Wang Zhongxiao said, "Now that the Yunnan-Guizhou area has been reclaimed, there has been no malaria, and the climate around Kunming is very pleasant. The four seasons are like spring, not cold in winter and not hot in summer, which is very comfortable. In addition, the Han people are not very afraid of smallpox, and the risk of vaccination is not great, so the children are still easy to support."

Uncle Fu sighed again when he heard the smallpox. While he was sighing, a little old man wearing a cooking bib and cuffs on his sleeves suddenly rushed out of a yard in front of him. He saluted a thousand salutes sloppily, and then said with a smile: "Oh, isn't this Mr. Fu? Why are you here? My little Zhang Zhongqing pays my respects to you!"

This little old man turned out to be Zhang Xiaobao's father, Zhang Zhongqing. Yesterday his dispirited son told him that he wanted to bring his friends to the imperial dining room for a meal. Ask an apprentice to wait at the gate of the imperial dining room.Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaobao brought a large group of people. One of them was Uncle Fu!

Now Zhang Zhongqing's coke was broken, and he rushed out to greet the distinguished guests.

"Baozi Zhang, what do you ask me for? I come to your imperial dining room, what else can I do besides eating?"

Zhang Zhongqing smiled and replied: "Master Fu, do you still need to come to the imperial dining room for dinner? You just go directly"

"Stop nagging," Fuquan waved his hand, "Baozi Zhang, hurry up and prepare. I'll just have a meal. Don't be too particular. Just get thirty or fifty dishes and send them to Jianting outside Nansan Institute." gone."

"Send it to Jianting?" Zhang Zhongqing was taken aback, "Master Fu, do you want to eat at Jianting?"

"Yes!" After Uncle Fu answered, he turned to look at Wang Zhongxiao, "Boss, are you good at fighting?"

"That depends on who you fight with." Wang Zhongxiao replied with a smile, "Master Fu, you don't mean to fight me, do you?"

"No, no, no," Uncle Fu glanced at Wang Zhongxiao's body, quickly shook his head, and then shouted again, "Guanyin Bao!"

"The slave is here!" A deep voice rang out, and then I saw a short, fat man who was about 27 or [-] years old, with a full face, standing out from the entourage behind Uncle Fu, looking at Wang Zhongxiao with a livid face.

Uncle Fu pointed to the short and fat man and said to Wang Zhongxiao: "Big head, his name is Guanyinbao. He is from Mongolia with a white flag inlaid. He is the best at wrestling and archery in our area. Later, you go to the Jianting Pavilion for a competition. Whoever wins will be judged by Ben." The uncle has a lot of rewards!"

Wang Zhongxiao glanced at the short fat man, he had already figured it out, then smiled and said to Uncle Fu: "Master, I have never learned how to throw down properly, there are too many rules in that thing, who will obey the rules on the battlefield? So if you want me to wrestle with him, then I won’t. But it’s a fight. Hehe, I’ve been on the battlefield with King Pingxi’s army and killed people!”

As he spoke, Wang Zhongxiao turned his head and gave Guanyinbao a hard look, which made Guanyinbao tremble!He is a master who has never killed a person, not even a chicken. He is a kind-hearted Buddhist disciple, and he often goes to Bada Hu to do good deeds. If he is not too greedy and loves to eat meat, he would have become a lama a long time ago.

(End of this chapter)