The Seventh Prince whispered: "Originally... there aren't many in the first place!"
Huo Qijing directly called his own soldiers over: "Put these two into civilian clothes. They are not allowed to take any servants with them, and they are not allowed to leave a penny on them. Find a market and let them make money by themselves. If they don't make a single bun,
Money, don’t leave!”
The soldiers responded quickly and came directly without hesitation.
The seventh prince was stunned and stepped back: "What are you doing! How dare you! I want to go back and tell my father!!"
Then he was hugged involuntarily.
The servants were also frightened and quickly returned to the palace to bring in reinforcements.
When Emperor Ming Yan got his reward, he chuckled unkindly: "You deserve it! In the past few months, have you seen me calling Yue'er once? Huo Qijing wanted to have him imprisoned at this moment, and even me
Even though they didn’t even call her, they kept going back and forth frequently, and finally stoked the fire!”
He thinks this is good. Compared with the gradual and gradual approach, the simple and rough military training style of this military camp is more suitable for men.
The servants of the two princes touched their heads to the ground and did not dare to say a word.
Anyway, this time they knew that their master's status in the heart of the emperor could not be compared with His Highness Fuyan.
But the two little princes, who didn't know how expensive firewood and rice were, were dressed in civilian clothes and thrown into the town.
The soldiers only watched to ensure that the kidnapper didn't abduct him, and didn't care about anything else.
It was fine at first, everything was quite novel, but after wandering for more than an hour, they got hungry and started to feel uncomfortable. But no matter what, the soldiers would not let them leave, let alone give them anything or half a penny.
The Seventh Prince was so hungry that he couldn't bear it, so he shouted that I was the prince... Then he was surrounded by others, and looked at him like a fool for a while... The Seventh Prince was so embarrassed that he felt ashamed.
The eighth prince held his breath calmly and endured it honestly. He didn't reach out to beg or reveal his identity. He just found a place to hide. Then the beggar chased him away like a dog and kicked him in the butt.
Feet, inexplicable shame and anger.
Qi and Ba were very confident at first, thinking that Huo Qijing did not dare to let them starve.
But he dares.
He also thought that he did not dare to let them be bullied.
He still dares.
In less than three hours, the two noble little princes experienced the warmth and coldness of the world.
Then Qing Wei, who was sent over, calmly reminded them: "If you don't make enough money for a bun, I won't send you back to the palace even if it gets dark. If you don't believe me, you can try... Until now, no one has come to stop you. You should know
why is that."
The two little princes were really scared now.
With tears in their eyes, they turned back and looked at the town... and began to think, how can they make money?
Three hours is not enough for people to forget their dignity, but hunger will, to a certain extent.
The eighth prince is so smart that he wants to write a letter for someone?
The man rolled his eyes: "I don't have any literate relatives! Besides, I only have two or three cents to find a scholar to write letters to, so why should I find a brat?"
The seventh prince was even more embarrassed and wanted to help others run the court.
The shopkeeper shook his head repeatedly: "Go away, don't mess around, some kid from another family came out to entertain me!"
The seventh prince was dissatisfied and pointed at the waiter: "He is about the same age as me!"
The shopkeeper chuckled: "I'm about the same age as you, but look at how agile I am? I work from morning to night, and I can carry water, chop firewood, wash clothes and vegetables, but I only make five cents a day, you?"
He looked him up and down: "If you throw a plate at me, your work will be in vain in three days! Let's go, let's go! Don't delay my business!"
When the waiter saw someone competing with him for a job, he ran even faster. He held two plates of food in his hands, his hands steady and motionless, and the soup didn't spill at all. He took the hot plates in his hands as if he didn't feel anything.
The seventh prince asked in astonishment: "Does he know kung fu?"
"Kung Fu?" Everyone else couldn't stop laughing: "Any kind of Kung Fu requires hard work. You can do it if you grit your teeth and work for half a year."
Looking at the shop waiter, who was only six or seven years old, he stretched out his hand and showed it to him. The small palm was covered with calluses, and the shape of the whole hand looked a bit weird.
This scene gave the seventh prince a big shock.
After trying it for a while, there is really no way to make money except begging... and even begging has territory.
The lame old beggar grinned and said to him with a smile: "If you cut off the legs of such a beautiful doll and clean the face, you can probably get a lot of money. If you really want to do it with me, I will
I can give you 20%."
Seven or eight are not cold but millet.
It's already been four hours. If I get hungry again, something will happen.
Qing Weiluo appeared at the right time and asked them: "Is it easy to make money?"
There was a hint of coldness in the eyes of the eighth prince, and he lowered his head without answering. The seventh prince said with tears in his eyes: "This is too difficult. I was wrong. I shouldn't have said that twenty-eight taels is very little!"
Qing Weiluo nodded, opened his hand and gave them a few copper coins. The seventh prince's eyes lit up and he ran to the side.
In such a short period of time, he already knew that such a small amount of money could only buy steamed buns, and the smell of steamed buns... was so delicious!
The seventh and eighth princes were sent back to the palace in the evening and sent to their respective mothers and concubines.
After receiving the letter, the queen lamented that her son-in-law was so courageous and had to look after him, so she immediately sent the imperial doctor over to prevent the two palaces from using this to cause trouble, and that there would be another fever or something in the evening.
Qing Wei then knelt in front of Emperor Ming Yan and reported in detail what happened in the market and the performance of the two princes.
Concubine Ning, the biological mother of the seventh prince, and Concubine Shu, the biological mother of the eighth prince, were both heartbroken.
When Emperor Ming Yan passed by, Ning Concubine cried so much: "It's not that I don't ask Your Highness to discipline me, but this is too scary. Qi Lang is only a little older, and I feel scared just thinking about it..."
"
Emperor Ming Yan nodded perfunctorily, called the seventh prince over, and asked him: "What do you think?"
The seventh prince was a little afraid of Emperor Ming Yan, so he murmured for a while and looked at his face carefully.
Emperor Ming Yan said kindly: "Don't be afraid, just say it."
The seventh prince said: "Father, son... my son always thought of the waiter's hands in the shop. When he asked, the waiter was the same size as his son, but half a head shorter than his son. The joints of his hands were like pimples, and the soup was boiling.
Dare to carry it, you can only earn five cents a day, which is not even enough to buy two buns."
He looked at Emperor Ming Yan and saw that he was not angry, and then said: "My son feels that he is really lucky to be born in the royal family. My son should not feel that studying is hard, nor should he feel that he is twenty-eight taels...
My son wants to ask someone to give the waiter some money."
Emperor Ming Yan smiled and patted his shoulder: "Okay, it doesn't need to be too much. Just ask someone to give it to him secretly."
The Seventh Prince was overjoyed and quickly agreed. Then he took out his silver. He originally wanted to give twenty taels, but after thinking about it again and again, he reduced it to ten taels, and then reduced it to five taels, and then asked someone to carry it quietly.
Send it over with a box of hand rub balm.
Being able to reduce twenty taels to five taels is actually a kind of growth, and his trip out is not worth it. (To be continued)