Winter mornings always make people feel lazy and don't want to get up. Pang Gang also wants to be lazy, but he can't do that at the moment. If he is greedy for enjoyment now, he may die in the future because of today.
At nine o'clock in the morning, when the sky was just getting slightly brighter, bursts of loud slogans rang out in the outer courtyard of the Confucius Mansion. This was Pang Gang leading his soldiers to drill in an open space in the outer courtyard.
Pang Gang was fully clothed and holding a spear and was practicing marksmanship with the soldiers. Behind him stood thirty spearmen and sword and shield soldiers, and sixty gunners on the other side were practicing firearms firing.
This is an open space of about three or four acres. It was originally a place where mules and horses were parked in the Kong Mansion. Now it was temporarily used as a training place by Pang Gang.
It was a new thing for the servants of the Kong family to have officers and soldiers conduct drills, so many servants got up early in the morning and ran to the open space to watch the Western view. Both the maids and the servants watched with gusto. Even Kong Ruolan couldn't help but stick close to her.
At the instigation of the maid Ling'er, she sneaked over to make fun of the scene.
Pang Gang was covered in chain mail and an eight-pian iron helmet. He held a spear and shouted the command: "Raise the gun!"
"kill!"
The spears in the hands of dozens of sergeants thrust forward in unison, with uniform movements, and an indomitable momentum leaped out. The steel knives in the hands of the sword and shield soldiers behind also gleamed, and followed the command of a commander-in-chief.
Cutting through the void, the dazzling light of the sword is frightening.
When had the servants in Kongfu seen this kind of training? They all stretched their necks and were dumbfounded, and some were whispering to the side.
"Er Niu, look, those Qiu Ba are really good at it. They shout so loudly and their movements are very uniform. It seems they have been practicing for a long time."
"Well, that's necessary. If our uncle hadn't had a wife, I wouldn't have betrothed the eldest daughter of the Confucius family to him. Do you think this is true?"
"This is true. When did our master ever make a loss-making business?"
Not to mention the servants who were whispering around, even Kong Ruolan, who was hiding quietly and peeking aside, and the maid Ling'er beside her were also a little stunned. Having grown up in the Kong Mansion, they never imagined that more than a hundred soldiers were training together.
It would be so amazingly powerful.
Kong Ruolan, like many rich ladies, likes to read some operas or books about talented people and beauties in their spare time, such as "Yu Jiao Li", "The Legend of Hao Qiu", "Qin Xin Ji", "Luan Wan Ji", "Chen Qing Ji"
Wait, this is also popular among the people today.
Yesterday, when her father decided to betroth her to Pang Gang on the spot at the banquet, she was shy but also felt a hint of resentment. What girl is not pregnant? What's more, Kong Ruolan was at the age when she first fell in love.
After reading some other books, I naturally longed for and envied the life of the talented and beautiful women mentioned in the book. Yesterday, when I heard that my father was betrothed to these warriors who were described in the book as vulgar and ignorant rough men, I
Naturally, you will feel a slight sense of loss in your heart.
She didn't know why this morning, but she came here by accident as soon as she was encouraged by Ling'er. When she saw Pang Gang's majestic posture while training his troops, her originally disappointed mood became filled with a hint of sweetness.
I thought softly in my heart: "Is he my future husband?"
The little girl Ling'er, who didn't know what it was like to feel sad, said with a smile on her face: "Oh, miss, look at those soldiers led by my uncle, they are really majestic. It's really scary to see them all with murderous intent. I
Let’s see who else dares to bully us in the future.”
After hearing Ling'er's childish words, even though she was still in a messy mood, Kong Ruolan couldn't help but smile: "You stinky girl, you are always talking crazy things. Since you like him so much, then I will let him hurt you more."
You are better."
Even though Ling'er was still only fifteen years old, women in ancient times matured precociously, and fifteen was considered the age to leave the court. She knew that if her young lady left the court, she would definitely have to marry her. At this moment, she heard her young lady joking like this
She couldn't help but blush with embarrassment, but not to be outdone, she immediately pouted and counterattacked: "Miss, who are you talking about? It has only been a day, and you are already so familiar with my uncle."
When Kong Ruolan heard this, her face turned red with embarrassment. She stretched out her delicate hand and slapped Ling'er's little buttocks, saying angrily, "Okay, even you dare to make fun of me. I have to deal with you."
"Giggle..." Ling'er ran away with a sweet smile, and said with a smile as he ran: "What I said is the truth. I think that although my uncle is a military commander, his words and deeds are also warm and cold.
If you are like this, my lady will be blessed in the future."
"You still said that!" Kong Ruolan became even more ashamed and angry, and quickly chased after her. Ling'er ran away quickly, leaving only laughter everywhere...
At noon, after lunch, Pang Gang walked to the back garden for a walk. Due to the winter, most of the flowers in the garden had withered, and only a few plum blossoms were blooming proudly. Pang Gang walked to the plum blossoms and took a deep breath.
A light fragrance hits your nose, making you feel relaxed.
Pang Gang slowly walked towards the exit of the garden on the other side and was about to return to his room. Suddenly, several people came from the front. The leaders were Kong Wen and an old man wearing a blue Confucian shirt. Behind them were Kong Lin and another man.
Kong Wenxiang, a young man wearing a white Confucian shirt, walked in front and carefully explained something to the old man in green, but the old man obviously didn't give him face and his face was very ugly.
The two sides met soon and both stopped. When Kong Wen saw Pang Gang, he hurriedly introduced: "Master Sun, Mr. Sun, this is Pang Baihu, the guard of Qingzhou Lingshan who just got engaged to his little daughter. You are a good son-in-law."
, these are Mr. Sun Zhili, Mr. Sun, who has just returned to his hometown after serving as an official, and his son, Mr. Sun Xiyi. Come quickly and pay homage to Mr. Sun."
As soon as Kong Wen said this, everyone's eyes were fixed on him. Pang Gang also saw clearly the two men, Sun Xiyi and his father, who had been attacking Jubaozhai recently. To be objective, the appearance of Sun Zhili and Sun Xiyi's father and son
Very good, at least compared to Pang Ganglai, he is a bit better in appearance. Mr. Sun Zhili is very thin, with three strands of beard neatly combed under his chin. He has a strong literary aura. Just standing here gives him a strong atmosphere.
The strong official power came to his face. Sun Shilin had a kind of neutral beauty, but Pang Gang always felt that there was a shadowy smell in both of their eyes, which made people feel very uncomfortable.
At this time, the former Minister of Rites, Sun Zhili, who had returned to his hometown, spoke up. He stroked the three strands of beard under his chin and asked calmly, "So it turns out that the son-in-law chosen by the head of the Kong family is you. It looks really good."
You are young and have great potential."
"Damn, why does this old man speak so eccentrically?" Pang Gang cursed in his mind, "You must be promising at a young age, but he still added the word "looks" in front of it. He is clearly a shabby person.
"
"I don't dare to accept it!" Pang Gang, who was getting more and more unhappy, raised his hand and said in a calm and condescending manner: "Pang just betrothed Miss Ruolan to Pang because of Master Yue Fei's wrong love. He didn't dare to praise the elder."
"Yeah!" Everyone was a little stunned when they heard this. This Sun Zhili came down from the position of Minister of Rites. He was a second-rank official in the dynasty. Except for a few ministers of the emperor, most people saw him.
Everyone had to respectfully call him "Sir", but this one actually called him an elder. Well, calling him an elder doesn't mean that Pang Gang was wrong, but Pang Gang and Sun Zhili had never met, and he was just a
The little fifth-grade military attaché should have knelt down and kowtow to say goodbye when he met this second-grade civil servant, but it was better for him to address him as an elder as soon as he opened his mouth. This was not a mockery of Sun Zhili, who had already become an official and did not belong to the imperial court.
Now that he is an official, isn't it worth calling him "Sir"?
Sun Zhili's face slowly darkened. Although he kept his identity and didn't say much, the person behind him didn't have such good manners.
Sun Xiyi, who was originally full of hatred for this vulgar warrior who dared to steal his chosen woman, heard that this little military attache dared to despise his father like this, and immediately jumped out from behind and shouted loudly...
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