"Even if it's a bride-robbing, it's not a big deal. It's not like robbing a common girl's daughter, just a scholar. There are many scholars in the family. If nothing else, at least there will be someone ready to write the gift accounts in the future."
"After all, beating and killing won't work. If you have someone who knows how to read, you can name the child later. You don't need to invite outsiders to teach you the three-character surnames of hundreds of families. During the New Year and festivals, there are also people who write Spring Festival couplets!"
The old man seemed to be in high spirits and kept laughing as he spoke.
Zhu Yunxi listened with a smile and signaled with his eyes that Deng Ping was waiting outside and was not allowed to come over to talk.
"Remember those days, when your uncle and your uncle who died in the battle came to us with hundreds of bandits!" Perhaps seeing Zhao Baosheng reminded the old man of many old things, and the conversation started.
People always like to talk when they are old, and whether the old man is in the palace or in the village, the people he sees are all very familiar people, and there is nothing to talk about, but Zhao Baosheng is different.
"The military discipline of these two brothers is so bad. As soon as they were stationed, they were like red-eyed rabbits, looking for women everywhere! I was so angry that I almost killed them with a knife! Hey, this is all thanks to ordinary people.
That black guy Yuchun, if he hadn't stopped us, he would have chopped him down long ago!"
"Three big girls were harmed in one night!" The old man became very angry when he talked about these things.
Zhao Baosheng lowered his head and took advantage of the gap between the old man's words to whisper, "Well, doesn't this minister know that the woman our old man harmed later was not ordered by you to marry back?"
The old man asked curiously, "You also know? Oh, you are so embarrassed to say it!"
Zhao Baosheng's face turned red, "That woman is my biological mother!" As he said that, he paused quickly and said, "I originally had an elder brother above me, but it's a pity that he didn't stand up!"
"Ah!" The old man then laughed up and down, "Look, look, look, if it weren't for us, there wouldn't be you!"
Zhao Baosheng nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, without you, I might not be where I am?"
The old man pinched the melon seeds again and put them into his mouth, and continued, "Your uncle had a lot of military exploits back then, but banditry habits are hard to change. When encountering a favorable wind, he rushed forward and killed many people without stopping. But when he encountered a tough opponent,
Just fuck the wind!"
"It makes us angry. Many times, if Chang Yuchun hadn't held our waist, our nephew Zhong would have pulled us, hehe!" The old man sighed, "Later, after the founding of the country, your father did the same. He followed our nephew and made many meritorious deeds.
. Zhong told us at the beginning, uncle, give him a duke! It’s not easy these years!”
"You damn old man, he's not that material!" the old man said, getting angry, "Damn it, can't you tell me what you want? Damn it, you have to mess with Hu Weiyong and the others, and let Hu Weiyong give it to him
Asking for a title? Are we the master, or is Hu Weiyong the master?"
In an instant, Zhao Baosheng was sweating like rain.
"You don't have to be afraid. It's all in the past. I didn't want to implicate you in the first place. Otherwise, would you still be able to enjoy wealth and wealth like this today?" The old man spat out the melon seed skin and continued, "Who else is in the family now?"
"Just my eldest sister!" Zhao Baosheng said, "My eldest sister is twelve years old. She says she is my sister, but in fact, I am raising her as my daughter. Hey, I have been spoiled since I was a child. Even if I develop that kind of virtue, I can't get married.
Ah! When I thought about her not being able to get married, I couldn’t sleep all night long, and a lot of my hair fell out..."
"Haha!" The old man laughed happily.
Seeing that the old man was talking lively, Zhu Yunxi used his urine to escape and walked outside.
Deng Ping stood under the eaves with his back turned, out of sight of anyone in the room.
"What's wrong? You're in a panic!" Zhu Yunxi said hurriedly, "You look like you have lost your soul. What happened?"
"Your Majesty..." Deng Ping's forehead was covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat, and his voice was trembling as he spoke.
"Say it!" Zhu Yunxi frowned.
"News from Taiyuan......"
Hey, Zhu Yunxi grabbed Deng Ping's collar, gritted his teeth and said, "What's wrong with Taiyuan?"
Deng Ping's voice became more and more trembling, "Prince Jin! Prince Jin is a thousand years old..."
"What happened to my third uncle?"
"Prince Jin... he died!"
Suddenly, a shocked expression froze on Zhu Yunxi's face, and then he slowly let go of his hand, as if his soul had been taken away, and stood there blankly, as if he didn't even breathe.
"Good Lord, please don't scare me!" Deng Ping held Zhu Yunxi in his arms and cried in a low voice.
Jin King Zhu Fan is dead!
Zhu Yunxi couldn't believe this sudden bolt from the blue. That man with a hearty smile and a loud voice suddenly left?
His third uncle, the third uncle who had always stood by him no matter what he did and was particularly partial to him and took care of him, just left like this?
"Long live Lord, long live Lord!" Deng Ping almost cried.
"Huh!" After a long time, Zhu Yunxi breathed out, his eyes were still full of disbelief, "Impossible. A few days ago, the third uncle came and said that he would lead troops to compete in the autumn. He also said how many soldiers he had raised.
A colorful deer, I will bring it to Beijing during the Chinese New Year!"
As he spoke, Zhu Yunxi suddenly grabbed Deng Ping's collar and asked in a low voice, "Tell me, where did the news come from?"
"The commander of the Taiyuan Jinyi Guards and the personal bodyguards of the King of Jin are urgently sent to Baili, and the Prince of Jin's Palace has also sent people to the capital to report the funeral!" Deng Ping whispered.
"Where are the people?" Zhu Yunxi asked.
As soon as he finished speaking, Deng Ping dragged a dusty knight from outside the group of vigilant guards on the side.
"Wei Chen knocks..."
"No salutes allowed!" Zhu Yunxi looked back inside again. The old man was still chatting and laughing with Zhao Baosheng and others. After calming down, holding on to the wall, he walked to the corner outside the teahouse and said, "Who are you? What's going on? Third uncle.
How did you leave? Why were there no signs at all?"
The tragic news about a loved one came suddenly like a bolt from the blue. Even the emperor's hard-hearted heart was still a little lost and unable to control himself.
"The minister is Zhou Bingzhong, the military attaché of the Jin Dynasty. My father is the Duke of your country, and his name is Wu Wu!"
Also after the hero, the Duke of your country was a Xiongwu Marquis during his lifetime, and the Duke was posthumously granted the title.
"Isn't Third Uncle always in good health? Why suddenly...?"
"Back to Lord Long Live, in fact, Prince Jin Qiansui has not been in good health these past few years!" Zhou Zhou Bingzhong even swallowed, "My Lord, he... the more winter it gets, the harder it is. I always feel out of breath and weak."
.I am always suffocated when sleeping, and my breathing feels like a bellows."
"A few days ago, King Qian Sui of Jin Dynasty was so ill that he could not lift his hands, so the memorials were written by others!"
In an instant, Zhu Yunxi became furious and said, "As a military attaché of the royal palace, why don't you go to court?"
"The King of Jin won't give in even if he's a thousand years old!" Zhou Bingzhong choked out, "I've tried to persuade the prince, but he said that if he was a thousand years old..."
"what did he say?"
"Chitose said, I am getting older, and my father is taking care of everything. How can I bear to make my loved ones sad because of my own fault!"
This chapter has been completed!