The black horse galloped down the street with the handsome prince, and the people who set up stalls on the street avoided it.
"Have you seen it? If you make trouble again, let King Cheng take you away." The vegetable seller threw down the vegetable basket and pointed to the passing figure to teach the crying child.
Jing Shao's horse slowed down, and when he heard this, he couldn't help frowning.
"It is rumored that King Cheng was tyrannical, killing 100,000 prisoners of war on the battlefield, and his name can cure children's night cry." This was one of the reasons why those people impeached him back then. Killing 100,000 prisoners is ridiculous, not to mention the war against the Huns. He also brought 50,000 soldiers and horses, and the entire Xiongnu army did not have as many as 100,000. Back then, he besieged the Xiongnu generals and 2,000 elite soldiers, and persuaded them to surrender. Those with strong human nature would rather die than surrender. There are less than five hundred living people, and each of them hates Chen's army to the bone. If they don't kill them, they will suffer endless troubles.
It turned out that the rumors had started to circulate from this time.
The weather was fine today, and the sunlight slipped in from the edge of the open window, illuminating the wide sandalwood desk warmly. Mu Hanzhang sat at the desk, holding an account book, carefully counting his dowry.
Beiweihou's family has a great business, but it has a large population, and the total amount of property distributed to him is less than 30,000 taels. The public accountant has seen it and can't find any problems. Although 30,000 taels didn't shorten him much, it didn't make him any cheaper. Besides, the ancestral house and ancestral land could not be given to him, and there was basically nothing in the Xian Yin family just after the New Year. All he was assigned were immovable villages and fields, and the only cash was also used for the dowry. He remembered that the land in the eastern suburbs was a barren forest, with locust locusts overgrown, and strange rocks. And this vast land accounts for most of his "family property". Mu Hanzhang sneered, Du Shi is really not afraid of being stabbed in the spine!
However, in this way, he basically has no cash in his hand now. The 100,000 taels given by my mother was a whole piece, and he didn't want to touch the money unless he had to.
"Princess, Madam Side is here in Dongyuan." Yunzhu rushed into the study and said in a hurry.
"What is she doing here?" Mu Hanzhang frowned and put the account book in the cabinet. Didn't you just come to invite Ann after breakfast
"It must be about the Central Feed. If she says it will take a few months to hand over the account book, you must not promise her." Yun Zhu wrinkled his nose, and his tone was somewhat dissatisfied.
After listening to Mu Hanzhang, he didn't say anything. He only asked Song to come to the small study.
Song Ling smiled and walked in with a clever smile: "The concubine came abruptly, and I hope the princess is not surprised."
Mu Hanzhang was impatient to deal with her, and asked her what was the matter with a few polite words.
"According to the rules, the princess should give you all the affairs of the family when she enters the door, but the palace has always been the first month of the new year. There are many things this month, and now it will cause trouble if you hand it over to the princess, so the concubine came to invite the princess. Show me." Song Lingxin said with a smile.
Mu Hanzhang lowered his eyes, played with the white jade paperweight on the table in his hand, and rubbed the rounded edge with his thumb unconsciously. We will talk about it when the prince comes back tonight."
Seeing that this person is not stubborn, Song Lingxin's face turned blue, and he immediately resumed his smile: "Yes, it still depends on what the lord means, it doesn't matter what the concubine said. There is one more thing..." Then he put the booklet in his hand. on the desk.
"What is this?" Mu Hanzhang glanced at it, nothing was written on the book cover, only a peony flower was drawn.
"This is the arrangement of the bedtime." Song Lingxin said, always feeling a little embarrassed to say these things to the male princess, but she had to say, "The concubine has discussed it with the two younger sisters, and it's all written on it, please ask the princess. Check it out, it’s good to make a decision earlier and let the multi-director arrange it.”
This topic made Mu Hanzhang also a little uncomfortable, saying that he knew it, and waved his hand to let her go back to Xiyuan.
On the outskirts of Beijing, Chengwang Bie Zhuang.
This villa was given to him by the emperor, and behind it was a high earth mountain with lush vegetation and gurgling water. It was his summer resort.
"My subordinates have seen the prince!" When they entered the village, a tall man in blue clothes with curly hair took the lead to salute.
"Where's Ren Feng?" Jing Shao handed the horse over to the servants who came up and asked the big man in Tsing Yi.
"The commander is in the martial arts field, and the subordinates will call him."
"No need, you can follow this king to have a look." Jing Shao walked through the wooden corridor with his hands on his back and walked towards the west of the villa.
The area of the villa is much larger than that of the palace in the city. The entire west side has been converted into a martial arts field. In the center of the field is a three-foot-high wooden platform. On the platform is a weapon rack. Eighteen kinds of weapons are available. At this moment, two men in gray guard uniforms were fighting on the stage.
One person uses a big sword, the other uses a long spear, you come and go, and a group of people in the audience who also wear gray guards uniforms will shout and applaud when they go to the wonderful place, which is very lively.
When Jing Shao came, he happened to see the swordsman being thrown off the stage by his opponent, and he returned the carbine to make it quite beautiful: "Okay!"
"My lord!" Only then did everyone notice the arrival of the master, and they all knelt down and bowed. A slender man in black clothes walked out of the crowd and knelt on one leg in front of Jing Shao: "I don't know that the lord is here. , I have lost a long way to welcome, and I hope your lord will forgive you."
"You kid, what are you pretending to be!" Jing Shao got everyone up and slapped him on the head. This man in black is the commander in people's mouths. There are two hundred guards belonging to King Cheng in this villa, and Ren Feng is the commander of his guards.
"Hehe..." Ren Feng stood up with a smile, the scar on his left eye from the brow bone to the corner of his eye looked rather fierce, but the round face was quite honest when he smiled, "Mr. Yun said last time that his subordinates are too vulgar, If you don’t know the etiquette, your subordinates just want to learn the etiquette of those generals.”
Jing Shao raised his eyebrows: "Just you?" After speaking, he slapped him again, grabbed his collar and dragged him to the martial arts stage, "Don't clean up those useless things, and come to accompany this king to loosen his muscles and bones."
Ren Feng immediately grimaced: "My lord, this subordinate has just fought for two hours."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Jing Shao ignored him, threw him a weapon casually, and slashed it with a big knife.
Jingshao really didn't go back to the mansion at noon, Mu Hanzhang ate lunch by himself, and then went to the small study with great interest, and threw the booklet with the peony flowers aside. He hadn't read the book in the study that did not belong to him. Jing Shao said last night that this small study will belong to him in the future, and all books can be read casually.
Except for some brand-new travel journal essays that I saw yesterday, it seems that some books have been read. Mu Hanzhang guessed that it was a book that Jing Shao had placed here before. Maybe it was not often used, so he didn't move it to the big study in Tingfeng Pavilion. He reached out and took a set of books wrapped in hard blue leather, put it on the desk, and took out one of the books to read.
It turned out to be a military book! But thinking about it, it would be strange if there were poems and songs in Jingshao's study.
Slowly opening it, Mu Hanzhang couldn't help widening his eyes. Between the straight black lines, the annotations are densely written with a red pen.