high official

Chapter 258

In the early morning of the next day, all the martial arts officers came to the barracks to report, and found that His Highness Taisun had already been waiting in the barracks, and hurriedly saluted.

"Hahaha, get up quickly!" Zhu Zhanji was full of joy, and looked like he looked down on them yesterday. He personally pulled up the square-faced man who was in the lead, and said excitedly: "I heard that you are coming yesterday. I was so happy that I didn't sleep all night! Look, the circles under my eyes are all black!"

Although there were no dark circles on his dark face at all, he still moved all the martial arts practitioners... It has been two full years since they came to Beijing to rush for the exam with great ambitions, and they were also like salted fish and bacon It hung out for two full years.In the past two years, they were all stared at and ridiculed. How did they feel a little attention and warmth?And this warmth comes from the heirs of the Ming Dynasty... the heirs.

Although it's Zhu Zhanji's turn to take the position, I don't know if it's the year of the monkey, and His Royal Highness the King of Han is watching, even whether his father can take the position is a question... But at least at this time and here, what the Wuju people have in their hearts is that "the scholar dies for his confidant" ' The urge.

But the long and humble waiting never taught them how to express their hearts decently, they all seemed a little cramped, and didn't know what to say.

"Surely you haven't eaten so early?" Seeing their ragged clothes, yellow and thin faces, and the appearance of country bumpkins, Zhu Zhanji couldn't imagine that in the capital of Ming Dynasty, at the foot of the emperor, there are still people who are so miserable. "Beggars are better than them..." His Royal Highness Taisun couldn't help but feel disappointed, he didn't believe that these people were his savior.But since he was six years old, he has received the strictest royal training, so that people can't see what's on his mind, at least it's okay to fool these old hats.

He greeted them affectionately into the barracks.The cooks in the camp have already prepared a hearty breakfast. In addition to the daily pan-fried, spring rolls, flower rolls, and steamed buns, there are also all kinds of dim sum, steamed buns with various fillings, and more than a dozen types of light porridge... Zhu Zhanji said to the young The army is very painstaking, and the cooks in the camp are all transferred from the East Palace. At least in terms of food, they are definitely the best among all the military camps in the capital.

Seeing so many delicious food, the Wuju people who have been fed by the Ministry of War for the past two years with the standard of helping the victims, couldn't help swallowing secretly, and their hungry intestines, which were never full, let out cooing noises. ...

"I'm not wrong! I'm really hungry!" Zhu Zhanji laughed and said, "What are you doing in a daze, sit down and eat."

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Tears welled up in the corners of the martial arts people's eyes, and they found their seats to sit down. At first, they wanted to pay attention to eating in front of His Highness, but soon they couldn't control their greed, and even had a habit of fighting over it. .

"Slow down, slow down, don't rush!" Zhu Zhanji's smile was a little stiff: "There is not enough, make sure you are full!"

"Your Highness is so merciful..." The martial arts people who were allowed to sit at the same table with him, with their mouths full of food, mumbled their gratitude: "We don't even remember, When was the last time you had a full meal?"

"It was the Emperor's Christmas, when Honglu Temple opened the water banquet!"

"Remember, it wasn't easy that time, our brothers beat off the members of the Beggar Gang, and only then did we get the food..."

"Hehe..." Zhu Zhanji's smile became stiffer, thinking that I really recruited a group of beggars...

"Why doesn't Your Highness eat?" The martial arts people noticed that he didn't move his chopsticks at all.

"Oh, yes, what about this..." Zhu Zhanji squeezed out a smile and said, "Gu ate a bad stomach last night, and I'm not feeling well." Then he stood up and said, "I'll go back as soon as I go."

"People have three urgencies, so hurry up!" The martial arts practitioners hurriedly got up and saw them off.

"Go ahead, don't send me off." Zhu Zhanji left the barracks as if fleeing.

Watching his back disappear at the door, the martial arts practitioners were moved to wipe away their tears and said: "Your Highness is really a virtuous corporal, and you came to welcome us so early because you have a stomachache."

"Yeah, I guess it has something to do with getting up early and catching a cold. Last time I was..."

"Shut up, don't let people eat!"

"What's the matter, last time you secretly ate stinky tofu in the Maokeng, why did you have an appetite!"

"Because of the right taste..."

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Outside the barracks, Zhu Zhanji shook his head depressed when he heard the vulgar language inside, and turned 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 on his face, and asked, "Your Highness, is your stomach upset?"

"I'm sorry for your size, are you ready?" Zhu Zhanji gave him a white look, and sat down angrily. Wu Wei brought him a bowl of eight-treasure porridge.

"It's just a little skin trauma. It doesn't hurt to stand up. Of course it's not easy to walk." Wang Xian smiled and took a bite of the porridge bowl.

Zhu Zhanji glanced at the dark and complicated, sticky eight-treasure porridge, and remembered the words of those martial arts people, and suddenly felt nauseous, and almost vomited.

"Just go and go!" His Royal Highness lost his temper, glaring at Wang Xian and said, "It's not Laba Festival, why do you want to eat Laba porridge?"

"The Laba Festival is called Laba porridge, and now it is called eight-treasure porridge." Wang Xian explained.

"Is there a difference?" Zhu Zhanji asked depressedly.

"There are differences on the surface, but in essence, they are the same." Wang Xian smiled and said: "Don't pay too much attention to those imaginary things, as long as they are delicious."

"There's something in your words." Zhu Zhanji muffled.

"It depends on what you think." Wang Xian said with a smile: "If you think I'm talking about those guys outside, you're right."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhu Zhanji stared wide-eyed and said, "I seriously doubt your choice now. I'd better go to Yangwu Hou's house to apologize!"

"It's a mule or a horse. You have to take it out for a walk to know." Wang Xian said lightly: "I haven't walked it yet, so it's too early to draw conclusions."

"I've already gone for a walk!" Zhu Zhanji snorted and said, "I'm sorry, let me hand over more than 1 young troops to this group of bumpkins for practice, and I will become a laughing stock!"

"Zi said, I judge people by their words, I judge people by their appearance, and I judge people by their appearance, and I lose my son..." After Wang Xian finished speaking, he couldn't help secretly proud that I could open and shut my mouth. Zi said, this scholar really lives up to his name.

Zhu Zhanji, who was taught by great Confucianism since he was a child, still eats this kind of thing. He was silent for a while and said: "You mean, I judge those honorable children by words, and these martial arts people by appearance ?”

"That's exactly what I mean." Wang Xian nodded, and said with a serious face: "You are an aristocrat, and you have been taught royal etiquette by a great Confucian since you were a child. What you see in your daily life is all artificial people. You see those who were born in the countryside and military households, Wujuren, who have struggled for many years at the bottom of the capital, naturally feel uncomfortable."

"You have also struggled at the bottom for many years, how can I get used to it?" Zhu Zhanji asked rhetorically.

"Well, I don't care how hurtful your words are, but how many people are there in the world who are naturally tall like me?" Wang Xian said calmly.

"You are such a stinky fart!" Zhu Zhanji finally laughed: "Then you say 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 according to the number." Wang Xian said depressedly: "Let's not digress?"

"Okay." Zhu Zhanji nodded and thought about it: "But think about it, you are really right..."

"In short," Wang Xian hurriedly dragged him back to the topic, and said in a deep voice: "You know, you are not picking civil servants, let alone picking concubines, you are going to give money to more than 1 foolish country boys in the camp. , Find a group of leading brothers, let them be obedient and train well, so that they can be pulled out within two months, and you won’t be ashamed!" After a pause, he said: "Another question, do you think it’s embarrassing to use this gang of martial arts? Or is it embarrassing for Fang Shan to lose face when performing martial arts?!"

"Of course, the latter..." Zhu Zhanji said without thinking.

Wang Xian gave him a wink of "then it's over", and switched his mouth to the eating function.

"But the question is, can they do it?" Zhu Zhanji still asked worriedly.

"..." Wang Xian sighed helplessly, and had to switch the function back again: "It's the same sentence, it's a mule or a horse, take it out for a walk. Try it out first, and return it if it doesn't work. What loss do you have?"

"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 the Taizu."

"You know what? Occasional fouls make people feel good." Wang Xian said indifferently.

"It makes sense!" Zhu Zhanji's eyes lit up, and regardless of what the dark bowl looked like, he took it up and ate it: "I've wanted to try it for a long time. How does it feel to violate the ancestral system?"

After he finished eating a bowl, Wang Xian asked, "How do you feel?"

"One word, enjoyable!" Zhu Zhanji handed the bowl to Wu Wei and said, "One more bowl!"

Wu Wei served another bowl to His Royal Highness, and whispered, "Your Highness, that's two words."

"Really? Hehe..." Zhu Zhanji smiled awkwardly, and changed the subject: "You know, the meal of army sticks yesterday has caused a sensation in the capital."

"How is it?" Wang Xian asked calmly, feeling a little nervous in his heart.

"What else? Those people saw their children and grandchildren being carried back, didn't they all explode their lungs?" Zhu Zhanji sighed: "In the afternoon, they went to Fengtian Gate to hand out a sign to see the emperor, demanding that the murderer be severely punished." !"

Zhu Zhanji said, deliberately paused for a while, admiring the change of Wang Xian's expression.

"And then?" Wang Xian finally couldn't hold back and asked.

"Are you scared?" Zhu Zhanji smiled wickedly.

"I'm afraid..." Wang Xian laughed dryly and said, "I'm just a bit big-headed."

"Haha, that's still scary!" Zhu Zhanji laughed heartily, and then reassured him: "Don't worry, with me here, what can they do? I entered the palace earlier and explained it to the emperor." The ins and outs, but the emperor didn't see them, and only asked the eunuch to bring out a word for them."

"What word?" Wang Xian asked hurriedly.

"Yes!" After Zhu Zhanji finished speaking, he said triumphantly, "I'll tell you another good news. The emperor praised you for being kind, and even asked the imperial doctor to come and see your injury!"

"Ah?" Wang Xian suddenly lost his mind.It's good to be praised by the emperor, but how could one's fake injury hide from the eyes of the imperial physician.He weakly ordered Wu Weidao: "Let Zhou Yong come, don't forget to bring his stick..."

"Hahahaha..." Zhu Zhanji couldn't help laughing with his stomach in his arms, obviously he was lying.

After laughing, under Wang Xian's resentful gaze, he wiped his tears and said, "Don't be so sentimental, my emperor cares if your butt is rotten or not?" After speaking triumphantly, he made a triumphant gesture and said, "Take back a piece of paper." Board!"

(End of this chapter)