Xu Jing put down his bow and arrow and glanced at Zheng Xuanfeng.
Zheng Xuanqing threw away his bow and arrow dejectedly, looking like a broken man: "I'm just a loser! No wonder my father didn't let me save my eldest brother."
Xu Jing kicked him: "Your father is afraid that the bandits from Qinglong Village are hiding in the dark. If they can't save your brother, they will take you in again."
General Zheng has two sons. The eldest son Zheng Xuanfeng is skilled in bow and horse, has learned the art of war, and is an outstanding general.
Compared to his elder brother, Zheng Xuanqing was far behind. He had been spoiled since he was a child and could not bear the hardships of martial arts training. General Zheng shamelessly sent his youngest son to study in the Zhao clan, which can be described as a lot of painstaking efforts.
Zheng Xuanqing didn't even have the mood to fight back. He sat down on the ground and said gloomily: "What kind of world is this?"
"The bandits dare to kill the officers and soldiers of the imperial court. We can't take revenge even if we want to. We have to wait for the imperial court to issue an order before we can send troops."
"Having said that, even if troops can be sent out, the troops in Beihai County are only enough to guard the city gate. If you want to kill the bandits, they are absolutely not enough."
"Damn it, why is it so miserable?"
Xu Jing: "..."
Xu Jing was stabbed in a sore spot, feeling suffocated and having nowhere to vent, he kicked Zheng Xuanqing again: "You are the only one who talks nonsense. You know you are useless, why don't you come and practice archery soon. If you have more ability, maybe you will be better in the future."
It can come in handy.”
Zheng Xuanqing screamed miserably: "Stop kicking, I'll get up right now."
I practiced two pots of arrows, and also practiced boxing and swordsmanship.
Zheng Xuanqing was so miserable that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. As he was yelling and screaming, he suddenly saw a slim figure approaching from the corner of his eye, and his open mouth immediately closed.
Xu Jing raised his eyebrows and turned his head: "Fourth sister, why are you here?"
The beautiful girl from Pingting is Xu Wan.
Xu Wan smiled slightly and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on Xu Jing's forehead: "Look at you, your head is full of sweat, I wiped it for you."
Xu Jing hid behind: "Alas, I'm no longer a child."
His sisters love him very much. However, he is already a man, so can you stop treating him like a child?
Before Xu Wan could say anything, Zheng Xuanqing quickly rushed over and grabbed Xu Jing's neck to prevent him from evading: "Sister Wan has good intentions, why are you hiding?"
Xu Jing: "..."
Xu Jing rolled his eyes.
Xu Wan was so amused that he smiled, wiped the sweat of his precious brother, put away the handkerchief, and said warmly: "I will ask the kitchen to prepare some good dishes, and Mr. Zheng will stay for lunch together."
Xu Jing rolled his eyes again and reached out to give Zheng Xuanqing a tug.
Zheng Xuanqing stumbled and almost fell: "Why are you pulling on me!"
Xu Jing glanced at him sideways: "My fourth sister has been engaged for a long time. In the future, the fourth brother-in-law is observing filial piety, so there is no formal engagement, and the fourth sister is not married. Don't have any evil thoughts."
Zheng Xuanqing: "..."
Two disgusting red clouds flew up on Zheng Xuanqing's face, and Qiqi Ai Ai said: "What nonsense are you talking about! I have always regarded Sister Wan as my own sister."
Xu Jing sneered and did not continue to expose his friend's secrets: "Let's go eat first. Come back to practice when you're full."
On normal days, Zheng Xuanqing would have been cheating and hiding. Today, although he had a sad face, he did not object.
The situation is changing and the world will be in chaos.
The teenagers are all growing up.
…
Ten days later.
Beijing.
The majestic palace city was still deserted, and the cries of the concubines in the harem could be heard faintly.
The officials were all kneeling in the Funing Hall. Twenty days had passed since the death of Emperor Yongxing, and their tears had long been squeezed dry. They all pretended to hold the ginger-stained handkerchiefs prepared by the female relatives at home and cover their faces.
He closed his eyes, burning with tears, and immediately burst into tears.
His Royal Highness the Prince knelt in front of the huge coffin, and the Grandson knelt beside the Prince.
The rest of the royal family members were scattered on their knees.
More than eighty years ago, the vassal kings rebelled, and the civil war had a profound impact on the Jin royal family. Since then, the Jin Dynasty began an era of suppressing the vassal kings.
The royal family had a long line of heirs, which became increasingly thin and difficult. Emperor Yongxing had three sons. The eldest son died in infancy, and the second son died of a serious illness when he became an adult. Only the youngest son grew up and was granted the title of prince.
His Royal Highness the Prince's heirs are also very few, with only one grandson at his knees.
There is not much difference between the feudal kings and the royal family members. For someone like King Hokkai, who has four daughters and one son, his children are already very lucky.
This was a sign of the decline of the imperial fortunes of the Jin Dynasty.
No one dared to say it openly, and there were many such rumors in private.
A guard in armor walked hurriedly and handed over a memorial: "General, this is a memorial sent by the King of the North Sea."
Murong Yao, the tall and sharp-eyed General of the Imperial Guard, flashed his eyes, took the memorial and entered the mourning hall.
His Royal Highness, who is nearly forty years old, is obese and his small eyes are squeezed into two slits by the fat on his face. He kneels like he is sitting on a hill and needs help from two people when he gets up.
The sixteen-year-old His Highness the Great Grandson is just the opposite. He has a slender body and a pale complexion. He has been kneeling for many days, and his eyes are black and blue, as if a gust of wind can blow them away.
In the vast hectares of fertile land, there was just a single sickly seedling. My grandson had some congenital deficiencies since he was born, and he spent at least three or four months in a year lying on the bed.
The frail His Highness Taisun formed a sharp contrast with the heroic young man standing beside him.
This young man is about twenty-one or twelve years old. He is tall, has a handsome face, and has cold eyes. He is wearing soft armor and has a long knife on his waist. He looks like a master. This young man is the eldest son of Murong Yao and the imperial captain in the palace.
Murong Shen.
After the death of Emperor Yongxing, Murong Shen stayed by the prince's side to protect the prince's safety.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, this is the memorial sent by the King of Beihai." Murong Yao reported in a deep voice.
The prince murmured, took the memorial, opened it, and the fat on his face trembled, and suddenly he let out a loud snort: "What a King of the North Sea! My father died, and he dared to complain of illness and not come to the capital to attend the funeral! Hmph!
!”
King of the North Sea reported illness?
Murong Shen's eyes flashed.
Murong Yao whispered: "The King of Beihai is disrespectful and must have an agenda. Please His Highness the Crown Prince to immediately send an imperial envoy to Beihai County to rebuke the King of Beihai and order him to come to the capital immediately for the funeral."
There were seven vassal kings in the Jin Dynasty. In terms of blood relationship, Beihai King was the closest. The other six vassal kings set out to come to the capital one after another. Only Beihai King refused to come because he was sick. How could the prince tolerate it?
Murong Yao's words were in line with the prince's wishes. The prince immediately agreed: "It's accurate. Draft the decree immediately. Ma Sansi, you go to Beihai County to deliver the decree."
Ma Sansi is the prince's personal servant and is deeply trusted by the prince.
This man was in his forties, short in stature, with a fair face and a rather dignified appearance. He did not have the slightest hint of the feminine and wretched appearance of a chamberlain.
Ma Sansi immediately took the order.
Murong Shen suddenly raised his hands and said: "Your Highness, I will take the initiative to invite you to go to Beihai County with Eunuch Ma to deliver the decree."
