"Cursing? I'm beating people!" Jing Shao grabbed the man by the collar and knocked him to the ground without saying a word.
When three or four people at the same table saw this, they all came up to pull, but they were all knocked to the ground by Jing Shao with one punch.
"You... how dare you beat up Juren..." The wretched-looking young man covered his left eye, got up and pointed at Jing Shao, his fingers trembling with anger. They are all people with fame and fame. They are usually in their hometown, and whoever they see is not nodding and bowing, how has they ever suffered such grievances.
At the beginning, the person who was knocked down found out that even though there was such a big disturbance, none of the guests around came to persuade him, and even some luxurious people at a table looked at them with the look of a good show.
Most of the dignitaries in the capital knew that they would become kings, and those who raised their sons were about to try, so naturally they didn’t dare to stand out. Finish your meal as soon as possible and leave.
"Based on what you said just now, even the champion of the new division will have to be beaten!" Jing Shao was about to go up and fight, but a slender hand grabbed his wrist.
That hand is very beautiful, it is obviously a man's hand, but the skin is as smooth as jade, like a fine suet jade. Everyone looked at that hand, but when they saw a person wearing a royal blue long-sleeved long shirt, the material of the clothes was extraordinary at first glance. In fact, if you know how to do it, you can see that this is tribute satin, the same material as Jing Shao's body.
"Why did you get into a fight with someone after being late for a while?" The gentle voice was very sweet, and it was Mu Hanzhang who came.
Although he is now a marquis, but when he first entered the court, Emperor Hongzheng did not give him any substantive official positions, so Mu Hanzhang, like Jing Shao, was the only idler in the court. It's just that Jingchen has been very busy recently, so he often calls him to the Ministry of Rites to help, so Jingshao will come to occupy a seat first and wait for his princess to come over for dinner.
When Jing Shao saw his princess, the vicious expression on his face immediately turned into a smile: "No, I saw that they were good at it, so I made two gestures."
Mu Hanzhang looked at the few weak scholars with one blue eye, where did he see that they were good at it
Jing Shao was stunned by his own princess, snorted twice, leaned into his ear and talked about it, and when he understood the reason, Mu Hanzhang couldn't help but smile: "These examples are just lack of knowledge, I am afraid that I will lose face and lose face, Only to say these sour words, why bother to know them in general."
This kind of remark was originally meant to persuade people, and it would be fine to persuade him in a low voice, but Mu Hanzhang said it in his usual voice, although it was not big, it was enough for everyone present to hear it clearly.
"Pfft..." Right Hujun, who was sitting in the corner trying not to be noticed, couldn't help spitting out the tea in his mouth when he heard this. The military division's vengeful temper really hasn't changed at all.
Zuo Hujun silently took the towel on Xiao Er's shoulder and handed it to him.
Jing Shao turned his head and glanced at the two of them, giving them a look of "go back and clean up you again".
Right Hujun choked on the remaining half of the tea.
"You... you... deceive people too much!" The wretched-looking one originally thought that Mu Hanzhang was here to stop evil deeds, but he didn't expect to be a spectator who didn't think it was a big deal.
"This brother, we have no grievances and no grudges, so why do we hurt people?" Although the leader's face was pale with anger, he was at least somewhat rational.
"That's weird, this gentleman just said that some people don't have enough knowledge to say sour words, and you didn't say sour words, why are you so arrogant." You Hujun is trying to escape today and dragged Zuo Hujun to the capital to watch the excitement , Now that the prince has discovered it, naturally he can no longer shrink his head and hurriedly come out to help.
"You..." Although these scholars, with their stomachs full of books, said that they raised their bar and scolded others, they were no match for the right guards who slapped their teeth with the soldiers every day. They were trembling with anger. He was full of arrogance and didn't want to talk to him. He turned to Mu Hanzhang and said, "Since Xiongtai is questioning my knowledge, why don't we come and ask for advice."
Mu Hanzhang chuckled: "I just ask you, why are you making such a big deal here?"
"Taizu has opened up the way of speaking, and the important affairs of the society should be discussed and studied by the literati." Speaking of this, they suddenly felt righteous.
"What is Sheji?" Mu Hanzhang asked immediately.
"Sheji is naturally a country and a national event. We discuss princes and princes, and we focus on the times and disadvantages, all for the sake of the society." The wretched-looking young man narrowed his mung bean eyes and said.
"Five-colored soil sacrifices to heaven for the community, the god of the five grains is for the grain, and the word for the grain refers to the country and the people, and the husband is a literati, who should be loyal to the monarch from above, cherish the livelihood of the people from the bottom, and work hard for the common people in the world." Hanzhang glanced at them slowly for a week, "You don't think about the country and people's livelihood, and you only envy those who climb to the sky in one step. It's a shame for the literati. It's not as good as an old farmer in the field, at least contribute to the community."
"Well said!" A neatly-clothed man at the adjacent table couldn't help cheering, "Brother's remarks are like a dick, and Ma admires it."
"Okay!" The people at the other tables came back to their senses and applauded.
Mu Hanzhang's face was light, without any excitement, just turned his head to look at Jing Shao. After being mixed up by this group of people, the mood to eat was gone. Jing Shao took his own princess and two subordinates with head and head, ready to change to a restaurant.
After the four of them left, the man surnamed Ma walked to the counter and asked the boss, who had always been calm and unaffected, "I dare to ask the shopkeeper, who are those two young masters?"
Zhou Jin was too lazy to raise his eyes, and still slapped his abacus: "There are powerful people everywhere in the capital, what's the use of guest officials asking them?"
"I think that the blue-clothed young master has a good reputation, and he is only eight fights high. It is impossible to say that he will be the champion of the new division this time. He wants to get acquainted with it." The surnamed Ma did not shy away.
"That's the Marquis Wen Yuan you just talked about." Zhou Jin said slowly.
"What?" The table who was beaten felt ashamed, and was about to check out and leave, when he heard this, he stopped. The man in the lead grabbed the counter and asked in a hurry, "The one who just hit someone..."
"Of course it's Marquis Wen Yuan's husband, His Royal Highness Prince Cheng," Zhou Jin watched with interest as the man's face turned pale and was about to slip, hurriedly stretched out his hand to give him a hand, and said warmly and politely, "Remember to take Cheng Wang Zhen The broken cups were also settled, for a total of seventy pennies."
Since that day, the news that Marquis Wen Yuan has real talents and real learning has spread among the children.
The meeting began on the ninth day of the second month. Jing Shao was worried that his princess would be hurt when she saw the grand occasion of the meeting, but now she was named a marquis, but it didn't matter. Look at the group of soldiers who are struggling and being searched one by one by the guards, and the way they sweep the floor.
"Didn't you say you want to see Jiang Lang, why did you come here?" Mu Hanzhang looked back at him.
"Didn't you ever pass the exam? I'll take you here." Jing Shao smiled and drove him forward to let him see clearly. Seeing the tragic state of these people, Jun Qing would not regret marrying him.
Mu Hanzhang laughed: "Brother finally arranged everything so properly, let's not make trouble here, let's go."
At the request of Imperial Physician Jiang, Jing Shao transferred Jiang Lang to the capital and joined the Beiya Imperial Army. Position, in charge of the side door, Jing Shao specially explained that he should be in charge of the east door.
"I've seen Wang Ye and Hou Ye." Jiang Lang was still like that, and when he saw the two of them, he hurriedly bowed and saluted.
"Have you been doing well here?" Mu Hanzhang asked him with a smile, Jiang Lang is smart and diligent, and must be reused everywhere.
"If you go back to the Marquis, this gatekeeper really doesn't need to be exposed to the wind and the sun. Just standing in one place every day is really not as happy as being in the army." Jiang Lang smiled shyly. I asked the prince for this errand, but I really didn't want to come out of the military camp.
"There is no war now, and there is nothing to do in the camp. The guards came to the capital the day before yesterday. They are very envious of you." Jing Shao laughed and patted Jiang Lang on the shoulder.
"My subordinates understand," Jiang Lang smiled. "When the lord goes to the battlefield, he must bring his subordinates. I haven't had enough fun this time!" This is indeed the case. The guards are running errands and rarely have the chance to play and kill the enemy.
After saying goodbye to the young Jiang Lang, Jing Shao took his princess and walked straight to the eastern suburbs, letting Xiao Hei run for a while, and then he turned his horse's head, went back a few miles to the original road, looked left and right, and instantly into the deserted forest.
This barren forest is Mu Hanzhang's share of the property, and it is still knee-length grass and thorny forests.
Jing Shao buried the face of the person in his arms into his chest: "Hold me tight, hide your hands in your sleeves, don't scratch them."
Mu Hanzhang didn't know what he was doing with him running into this kind of place. The oncoming branches almost threw him in the eyes, so he had to turn around and bury his face on the warm and generous chest. Behind Jing Shao.
The warm body that was embraced in his arms made Jing Shao feel a little nervous, and he couldn't help but slow down, pulling the reins with one hand and wrapping the flexible waist with the other: "Junqing, shall we stay in another hospital tonight?"
Tomorrow is the tenth day of the second lunar month, which is a holiday. There is no need to go to court. Since his own princess has to go to court, Jing Shao has to be considerate of his body. But it is really uncomfortable to eat half full every day, so every time you take a rest, you must eat enough.
Mu Hanzhang naturally understood what he meant, because the horse was still running, he didn't raise his head, and he agreed with a hum.
Although the voice was very small, but it came through his chest, Jing Shao could hear it clearly, he couldn't help cracking the corners of his mouth and quickened his pace.
Not long after he sprang out of the deserted forest, Jing Shao patted the person in his arms.
Mu Hanzhang turned his head, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but widen his eyes. The depths of this barren forest was actually an open flat field. On the flat ground, dozens of tents had been erected, and soldiers would appear in and out of it from time to time. There was also a group of soldiers practicing on the martial arts field in the center, but they were silent and did not shout any slogans. It looked very strange.
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
Right Hujun: Xiao Zuo, why do I only have one and a half lines in this chapter!
Zuo Hujun: = = You have lines anyway
Xiao Hei: 咴... hum... (Translation: You have a positive face anyway)