The vassal king, in the Ming Dynasty, said that it was not heavy, and it was not light. Since the surrender of Hongwu in that year, Taizu has divided many sons to the borders as kings, in order to strengthen the central government, and use his sons to defend against foreign enemies.

However, when he died, his successor, Emperor Jianwen, was instigated by a group of Zi Wenchen, and he could not wait to start the great cause of cutting down the feudal domain and withdrawing the feudal domain.

In fact, if you can try it slowly and use a gentle approach, it will not be impossible to succeed. But Emperor Jianwen is an anxious son, and he can't wait for the holy decree, and he will be able to clear the Haiyan River immediately, and the world will be decided.

The result was not asked, and his fourth uncle, Yanwang Zhu Di, immediately gave this nephew the most straightforward response. Fengtian Jing is difficult to do, and all prosperity is blown away by rain and wind. Jianwen once only lasted for a short period of four years before it was wiped out in a fire, and the heads of the people killed by the government and the opposition were rolling, and the corpses were all over the field.

And it is precisely because he rebelled against the vassal king and won the world, so after the Yongle Emperor Zhu Di ascended the throne, he also carried out the great cause of cutting down the feudal domain and withdrawing the feudal domain. It's just that he is much stronger than his nephew, and coupled with the fierce power of the martyrdom, all the vassal kings tremble and submit.

Therefore, from this point of view alone, the vassal king of the Ming Dynasty really has nothing to fear. However, as I said before, such a thing as cutting down the feudal domain and removing the feudal domain could not be accomplished overnight, even if it was as majestic and strategic as the Yongle Emperor, he could not complete this great cause until his death. Or maybe the people of the old Zhu family are too capable of giving birth to children, the dragon sons and grandsons are endless, the old ones go to the small ones and rise again, and today, although the feudal kings in various places have converged, but that is only for the royal family. In their respective fiefdoms, they are like independent kingdoms, and they are completely like the existence of a local emperor.

King Anhua is one of them.

In Ningxia and in the northwest, at some times, the decree of the king of Anhua was even better than the holy decree. In the entire northwest, no matter how big or small, no one can avoid this vassal king.

Although Yang Yiqing is a governor, on an occasion like today, he must also be taken care of, no matter how disgusted he is with this prince in his heart.

Therefore, as early as after setting the date for recruiting sons-in-law, the charter was sent to the palace, and the king of Anhua was politely invited to come to watch the ceremony. Of course, this is just politeness. But whether he wants it or not, whether he is polite or not, this kind of scene work must be done.

As for whether to come...... Well, there's no need to think about it now.

Su Mo is also the first time to see the prince of this era, especially for this rebellious prince in historical records, it is impossible to say that he is not a little curious. So after understanding the identity of the person who came, he condensed his eyes and looked at the past carefully.

It's a little far away, after all, how can the identity of the prince allow ordinary people to get close easily? But under Su Mo's perverted eyes, this distance is still not enough to block it.

This King of Anhua looked like he was about twenty-four or five years old, his body was slightly rounded, and he looked quite kind with a smile on his face. It's just that when his eyes occasionally turn, there is a hint of gloom, obviously this person is not as harmless as he seems.

The gentry and wealthy families on the stage welcomed the king of Anhua to sit down, and after some flattery and sycophancy, they returned to their seats one after another, officially starting the curtain of this recruitment of sons-in-law.

The rules for recruiting sons-in-law were announced from the etiquette, and the rules were divided into two parts: civil and military. The writer will make a poem on the spot based on the topic of the judgment, and then the judge and everyone present will judge the best;

Martial artists, on the other hand, not only have to try riding, archery, and the art of war, but also have to face off in a duel, and finally decide the leader.

These two items are chosen by the young people participating in the recruitment of sons-in-law. Obviously, it is much more troublesome to take the test with martial arts than with literature.

But even so, when the rules were announced, most people said they wanted to participate in the martial arts. Ningxia is located at the border, and most of the children of all families are gentlemen, and fighting is a strength, but those who can write are in the minority.

Regarding this phenomenon, Yang Yiqing and others on the stage also knew about it for a long time, but after seeing it with their own eyes, they still couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook their heads. On the contrary, the king of Anhua seemed to be full of interest, looking left and right with curiosity, and from time to time turned his head and whispered to a few people around him.

Su Mo hid in the crowd, but also kept an eye on the people around him. In historical records, the entire Anhua King did not have much ink to describe the entire Anhua King Rebellion, but the people around him were very inky.

"The one in a green shirt is Sun Jingwen. Behind him, the thirty-year-old is Meng Bin, and the one on the right is Zhou Ang, that is, the father of Zhou Gongzi, who is said to be extremely peaceful. It's just that since Sun Jingwen came, he has fallen out of favor a little......"

Following Su Mo was still Meng Jian of the Meng family. Seeing that Su Mo's attention was on King Anhua's side, he whispered to Su Mo and introduced them one by one.

Su Mo nodded, his gaze swept over Zhou Ang and the others, but focused on Sun Jingwen.

This grandson is not very old, at most twenty-seven or eighteen years old. But both the face and the demeanor reveal a sense of old stability. Although he whispered to King Anhua from time to time, his every move was respectful, without the slightest pride of a favored minister.

Compared with him, Meng Bin, another known as a close minister, is too inferior, not only is it obvious from time to time, but his eyes always reveal a look of disdain and arrogance when he looks at others. Even when he occasionally aimed at Sun Jingwen, he would unconsciously show jealousy. Although it was only a flash, how could it escape Su Mo's keenness.

Zhou Ang on the other side looked the same again, not like Meng Bin's impatient performance, and even when King Anhua didn't ask, he would never take the initiative to say anything. Just like that, the old god was slightly closed, as if the old monk was in a meditation, and the eight winds did not move. It shows the pride and stability of an old courtier.

As a result, there is no need to say anything to compare Meng Bin. Throughout the whole left and right, only Sun Jingwen is neither arrogant nor humble, faintly with his cheeks.

Su Mo looked at it and secretly admired, the so-called old and spicy, that's it. Thinking like this, his eyes suddenly narrowed again, and he faintly felt that something was wrong. But after careful observation, he couldn't find the reason for it for a while, and he couldn't help frowning and thinking about it.

It wasn't until someone next to him stabbed him that he suddenly woke up, and turned his head in surprise, only to see the fat man with an angry face and glaring at the stage viciously.

"....... surnamed Meng, why don't you dare to respond? Isn't it true that when you get a real knife and a real gun, you want to be a turtle with a shrunken head? Come on, stand up, and let us all see what kind of turtle it is, and dare to covet our swans in Ningxia. ”

A series of ridicules sounded on the stage, and when I stared at it, it was Zhou Cai and Zhou Dashao who didn't know when he came to the stage, and he was standing there with a look of disdain at the moment.

The surrounding people followed suit, pointing and poking at this side, most of them looked like Zhou Cai, full of ridicule and mockery. Compared with the struggle between the families, it is obvious that Su Mo, an outsider, is the target of everyone.

"This bastard spews feces all over his mouth as soon as he comes up, young master, let me go. If the fat man didn't beat him up with peach blossoms all over the ground, he wouldn't know why the flowers were so red. The fat man said in a fierce voice, his eyes were full of a look like a dead man, staring at Young Master Zhou on the stage.

The rules stipulate that they can compete with each other, either by themselves or by others. Each team fights three games, and the winner of the two games remains. Otherwise, it will be eliminated on the spot. Because of this, there is a fat man who asks for a fight.

Su Mo was patronizing and thinking about things just now, but he didn't notice that the competition on the stage had already begun. At this time, after listening to the fat man's invitation to fight, and looking at Zhou Gongzi who was proud on the stage, he didn't rush to answer, but turned to Meng Jian and asked, "How many did he come up? Who was won by him in front?"

Meng Jian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "How can anyone be won by him, but there are two pairs that have competed, except for the eliminated ones, the winner will wait until all the matches are captured, and then enter the next round." Counting it, he is the third one, but as soon as he came up, he called at the young master, and it was not easy for others to argue. But looking at this posture, those people are afraid that they have already planned something, and they are here for you, young master. That ......"

Su Mo smiled slightly and raised his hand to interrupt him. "Understand, isn't it just to be unanimous with the outside world? It just so happens that it saves us trouble. As he spoke, he secretly glanced at the fat man, and the fat man nodded hatefully, glanced back at the stage, turned around and squeezed out.

Su Mo walked to the stage unhurriedly, shaking one step at a time, always with a lazy smile on his face, which made people want to step on it a few times before they could relieve their hatred.

On the stage, King Anhua and the others all looked at the field curiously, but Zhou Ang next to him frowned slightly, and a look of uncertainty flashed in his eyes. But then he regained his calm, squeezed out a little smile, hugged his fists and said apologetically to Meng Ying, who was also in the stands: "Master Meng, the child is stubborn, and if the words are offended, please don't blame the owner." When this happens, Zhou will teach this little evil animal a hard lesson and ask him to apologize to Meng Shi's nephew. ”

Meng Ying laughed, waved his hand and said: "It's okay, between the juniors, let them make trouble, Zhou Dufu doesn't need to take it to heart." ”

"Oh, hehe, yes, it's the old man's face. Zhou Ang's attitude towards Meng Ying was obviously stunned, but then he borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, laughed dryly twice, and said no more, but secretly vigilant in his heart.

In the city of Ningxia, who is not afraid of this old Meng'er? In the past, I didn't see him so open-minded, so why is he willing to take it so lightly today? There must be something strange in this!

With such a surprise in his heart, he secretly gestured without moving, and someone behind him quickly turned around.

In fact, he didn't know that Meng Ying's heart was also up and down at the moment. According to the plan, Su Mo's identity will be exposed later, if he behaves too much, wouldn't it be obvious that he is an accomplice with Su Mo? On the contrary, there is such a scene, and it can be regarded as a proof that he was forced to say afterwards. It's just that it is not known how many people believe this evidence.

On the stage, Su Mo was already standing opposite Zhou Cai at the moment, but he didn't speak, just circled around him with his hands behind his back.

Zhou Cai was furious by his unfathomable behavior, and forgot to speak for a while, but vigilantly followed him in a circle, not knowing what this damn turtle was going to do.

Everyone on and off the stage was also curious, and the originally noisy noise also lowered down, turning into a buzzing whisper.

On the stage, Young Master Zhou was a little dizzy, and the arrogance and disdain on his face at the beginning had long since disappeared, and he was full of nervousness and irritability.

"You...... What the hell are you going to do? ...... Is it still comparable?" Finally, after another round and turn, Young Master Zhou was completely furious, and yelled madly.

Hmm? It seemed that he was suddenly awakened, Su Mo stopped with a surprised face, and said in surprise: "What do you mean by this, Young Master Zhou, aren't we competing? Or do you Young Master Zhou want to play tricks and deliberately use such despicable means to interrupt my attack?"

Rumble!

On and off the stage, when everyone heard this, they were all silent, and then there was a bang.

It turns out that people have already started to compete, but they don't know what the comparison is. However, this kind of competition is very fresh, and people can't help but increase their interest.

King Anhua's eyes also lit up, his face showed excitement, and his hands and feet moved, as if he wanted to stand up. It's just that Sun Jingwen next to him suddenly coughed, and King Anhua's body stiffened, and finally stabilized again. It's just a flash of anger in his eyes, but he disappeared in an instant, and he regained his dignified and noble appearance.

No one noticed the instantaneous change, except for Su Mo. At the moment when King Anhua's movement changed, Su Mo keenly noticed this, his pupils shrank violently, and a faint thought crossed his heart.......