Chapter 11: Bezhuang

The black horse carried the handsome prince on the street, and the people on the street stalled and shunned.
"Have you seen it? If you want to make another noise, let the king take you away." The woman who sold the food dropped the basket and pointed to the child who was flying through the shadows and kept crying.
Jing Hao Lema slowed down the speed, and happened to hear this sentence, could not help but frown.
"The rumor is that the king is tyrannical, killing 100,000 prisoners of war on the battlefield, and his name can cure the children's nightingale." This is one of the reasons why those people impeach him. It is really ridiculous to kill the prisoners, and not to mention the Xiongnu, he He also brought 50,000 soldiers and horses, and the entire Xiongnu army did not have as much as 100,000. At that time, he surrounded the Huns and the two thousand soldiers and persuaded them to surrender. Those people were so strong that they would not die. He would kill people one by one. Finally, the general would take people to break through and be killed by him. There are less than 500 living people, and each hate army is in the bones. If you don’t kill, you will endlessly suffer.
It turned out that rumors have been circulating since this time.
The weather was fine today, the sun slid in from the open window, and the wide sandalwood desk was warm. Mu Hanzhang sat at the desk, holding a book, and carefully counting his dowry.
The North Weihou House has a large family, but the population is also large. The total amount of property added to him is less than 30,000. The public accountant has seen it and can’t pick any problems. Although 30,000 did not short him, he did not let him get a bit cheaper. Moreover, the ancestral home and the ancestors could not give him. The silver family was basically not finished in the year after the end of the year. All the hands that were assigned to him were some immovable Zhuangzi and fields. The only silver that was used was also used to prepare the dowry.
In the eastern suburbs, he remembers that it is a barren forest, with thorns and thorns, and it is impossible to plant anything. It is not suitable for building a garden. It is basically a waste. And this vast land still accounts for most of his "home property." Mu Hanzhang sneered, Du Shi is really not afraid of people poke the backbone!
However, in this way, he basically has no cash in his hands. The 100,000 that the mother gave me was a whole piece, and he did not want to move the money if he had no choice.
"Wang Hao, the lady of the side came to Dongyuan." Yunzhu broke into the study and said in a panic.
"What is she doing?" Mu Hanzhang frowned and put the books in the cabinet. Didn’t you just come over after breakfast?
"It must be a matter of feedback. If she says that it will take a few months to hand over the books, you must not promise her." Yunzhu wrinkled his nose and was quite dissatisfied.
Mu Hanzhang listened, didn't say anything, only let people invite Song to the small study room.
Song Ling’s heart smiled and walked in:
I’m coming to the Tang Dynasty and I’m still looking at Wang Hao’s strangeness.

Mu Hanzhang was impatient with her, and she asked her what happened when she asked for two sentences.
"According to the rules, Wang Hao should give you all the affairs of the family when he enters the door. It is only that the palace has always been the first month of the month. There are many things in this month. Now I am afraid that it will be a mess, so I came to ask Wang Hao. Show it." Song Ling said with a smile.
Mu Hanzhang hangs his eyes, playing with the white jade paper on the table, and the thumb unconsciously rubs the rounded edge. This is a small habit when he thinks about things: "That's the case, you continue to control these days, as for hosting The matter of feeding, I will wait until the king returns tonight."
Seeing that this person is not sang, Song Ling’s face is blue and green, and he immediately regains his smile:
Yes, I still have to look at the meaning of Wang Ye, and I’m not counting it. There’s one more thing...
said the book in his hand. On the desk.
"What is this?" Mu Hanzhang glanced at it, and did not write anything on the book cover, only painted a peony flower.
"This is the day of the sleeper." Song Lingxin said, always feel that this male prince said that these are a little embarrassing, but they have to say, "I have talked with two younger sisters, they are written on it, please Wang Hao Look over, let's set it up early and let the multi-manager arrange it."
This topic, so that Mu Hanzhang is also somewhat uncomfortable, said that he knows, swinging his hand to let her go back to Xiyuan.
In the suburbs of Beijing, Cheng Wang Bezhuang.
This mountain is given to him by the emperor. Behind it is a tall mountain. The mountains are lush and green, and it is the summer of his summer.
"I have seen the prince under the prince!" Into the village, a tall man in Tsing Yi took the lead in the ceremony.
"Ren Feng?" Jing Hao handed the horse to the next person who came up and asked Tsing Yi Da Hang Road.
"The commander is in the military field, and he is called to him."
"No, you go with the king to see." Jing Hao with his hands, not rushing through the wooden ring corridor, heading west of the villa.
The area of ​​the villa is much larger than that of the palace in the city. The entire west side has been changed into a martial arts field. The center of the field is a three-foot-high wooden platform, and the arsenal is placed on the stage. At this time, two people wearing gray service uniforms are playing on the stage.
One person makes a big knife, one person makes a long gun, you come to me, a group of people who wear the same gray guard clothes, once they go to the wonderful place, they will scream and cheer, very lively.
When Jingjing came, I just saw that the big knife was thrown off the stage by the opponent. It was quite beautiful to get back to the carbine: "Good!"
"Wang Ye!" The people noticed the arrival of the masters, and they went down the courtesy. A man dressed in black and long-sleeved, walked out of the crowd and squatted in front of the scene: "I don't know the prince." There is a far-reaching welcome, but also Wang Wang forgiveness."
"You kid, what to install!" Jing Hao let everyone get up, called his head a slap. This black man is the commander of the people's mouth. This Zhuangli lived with two hundred guards who belonged to the king. Ren Feng was the commander of his Guards.
"Hey..." Ren Feng smiled and stood up. The left eye pulled from the brow bone to the scar on the corner of his eye. It looked rather fierce, but the round face smiled quite well. "The last time Mr. Yun said it was too vulgar. I don’t know the number of rituals, but I want to learn the etiquette of the generals."
Jing Hao raised his eyebrows: "As for you?" After he finished speaking, he called him a slap and grabbed his collar and dragged it to the stage. "Don't clean up those useless, to accompany the king's loose bones."
Ren Feng immediately complained: "Wang Ye, he has just played two hours."
"Less nonsense!" Jing Hao can ignore him, just throw him a weapon, cut it with a big knife.
At noon, the scenery was really not returned to the government. Mu Hanzhang had lunch for himself, and then he went to the small study room with great interest and threw the book with the peony flower aside. There is a book in the study that does not belong to him. He has not read it carefully. Jing Hao said last night, this small study will belong to him later, and all the books can be seen casually.
In addition to some of the new travel essays I saw yesterday, it seems that some books have been read. Mu Hanzhang’s conjecture is the book that Jing Hao used to place here. Xu is not used in general and has not moved to the big study room. Reach out and take a set of books wrapped in blue hard leather and put them on the desk.
It turned out to be a military book! But think about it, it would be strange if there was a poem in the study of Jing Hao.
Slowly open, Mu Hanzhang can not help but widen his eyes. Between the correct black lines, the Zhu pens are filled with comments.