"Find His Royal Highness the Prince." The middle-aged man said firmly.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?" Doubts flashed in the boy's eyes.

"Yes, His Royal Highness the Prince. Your Highness will make friends with me, and I will do what he likes. The middle-aged man guessed in his heart.

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Saying goodbye to Cai Ze, Tian Jian thought about it and decided to go to Mao Sui, since Mao Sui had a place to live in Linzi City, he had not been there once.

By the time Tian Jian came back from the school, it was already close to twilight.

The thin rain sprinkled patches of sorrow, the bluestone paved streets gradually filled the water, and the clear rainwater slowly flowed into the ditch below Linzi City.

The drainage system of Linzi has been established as early as when Guan Zhong built Linzi, after hundreds of years of long years, the blue-white slate only added layer after layer of green moss, and so on in autumn and winter, these mosses turned dry brown again, and then were removed by people again and again, this can be called the most perfect city in the history of the pre-Qin Dynasty, although old, but still exudes his vitality, his young strength is not lost to the Great Liang City of Wei.

Walking into the streets of Dongcheng, dozens of people crowded together, Tian Jian rode the little red horse given by Zhen Yijun, this little red horse, although the teeth are still young, but its strength is not inferior to those horses in the prime of life, it can be called a good horse!

"Your Highness, slow down, slow down, the last general can't keep up." Meng Ao shouted dozens of steps behind.

Because it was approaching twilight, the shops in Linzi City were basically closed, and there were basically no people on the streets, so Tian Jian could ride the horse like this.

"General Meng, if you catch up with this palace, this palace will give you this horse under you." Tian Jian laughed loudly.

"Your Highness, you said it. Well, the end is coming. Meng Ao shouted.

However, Tian Jian didn't care, although the horses under Meng Ao's crotch can be regarded as good horses, they are far worse than the little red horse.

Meng Ao's eyes behind him gradually narrowed, as if he was catching prey, his five fingers slowly clenched the reins in his hand, and his legs patted the horse's belly.

The horses under him screamed, and the four horses' hooves shook like crazy as if they were crazy, and in the blink of an eye, Meng Ao was less than ten steps away from Tian Jian.

Hearing the sound of the horse's hooves on the ground behind him and Meng Ao's shout, Tian Jian was not to be outdone, and used his style of galloping on the Mongolian steppe, "Driving, driving... ”

In a moment, Tian Jian gradually distanced himself from Meng Ao.

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Tian Jian smiled bitterly and said, "General Meng, this good horse will be given to you, you have to treat it well." ”

Meng Ao nodded happily, and carefully touched the soft hair of the little red horse with his hand, the little red horse was drenched by the drizzle, and the bulging two big eyes kept blinking and blinking, as if he didn't know that he had been traded in this short moment, Meng Ao cherished his sleeve robe and wiped the raindrops on the little red horse's head.

Tian Jian shook his head and glanced at Meng Ao with emotion, this guy serves the little red horse more than his daughter-in-law, doesn't he have a daughter-in-law?

But I'm embarrassed to ask about this kind of thing, and suddenly, Tian Jian thought of one thing: "General Meng, what are you going to name this horse?" ”

Poor Tian Jiancai has only been riding for a few days, and he can't even afford his name.

As soon as the words fell, Meng Ao was stunned for a moment, looked at Tian Jian blankly, like the simple eyes of a little red horse, and asked weakly: "Does the horse still have a name?" ”

Tian Jian was also stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that during the Warring States Period, many poor people didn't even have their own names, usually called what kind of soil lumps, Wang Er was stunned, and so on.

As for a horse, is it necessary to come up with a name?

However, Tian Jian couldn't pay for his mistakes, let alone weaken his momentum, and said in a deep voice: "This horse is a good horse for thousands of miles, not comparable to ordinary horses, of course it has to be named." ”

"Then whatever His Highness's name was before that, the last general will be called." Meng Ao replied casually.

Tian Jian's face was a little red, and he was stunned: "The so-called Yiren, on the water side, this horse is called Yiren, yes, it is called Yiren." ”

"Yiren?" Meng Ao looked at the majestic and high-spirited thing under the crotch of the little red horse in a daze.

Tian Jian's face turned red, he hurriedly turned around, took a deep breath and said, "That Yiren, that one was met by His Highness at the water's edge. That's why it's called the Yiren. ”

It was indeed the water's edge, the water's edge where the little red horse peed, and he still remembered the long stretch of the pee.

"Alright, let's go to the Doctor's mansion, let's go inside! Needless to say. Tian Jian hurriedly said.

The plane tree outside the window dropped a drop of raindrops, and the muddy yellow puddle stirred up the dirty yellow water again.

As the two of them clasped the door, the raindrops hanging on the tiled roof seemed to be unable to withstand the vibration, and before they could roll around, they dripped down.

There was a creak, and the door opened.

Mao Sui glanced at Tian Jian in surprise, and said, "Your Highness, fast forward." "I secretly said in my heart that this robe is so warm, and His Highness's forehead is full of sweat.

Tian Jian smiled awkwardly and said, "Doctor Xia is disturbed." ”

"Who is this?" Mao Sui looked at Meng Ao and wondered.

"In Xia Meng Ao, he is now the commander of His Royal Highness's Prince Six Rates." Meng Ao said.

Mao Sui had heard of the prince's six rates, but he didn't know what the position of the commander was, but seeing that he could be by Tian Jian's side, it should not be low, and he was a person that Tian Jian trusted.

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In the house, the three of them sat separately, and Tian Jian sat in the main seat.

"Oh, my father sent a doctor to Korea?" Tian Jian said in surprise. Although it was a bit unexpected, but if you think about Mao Sui's high arguments after sending Zhao Guohou, his father must have a deep understanding of him, and there are only a handful of officials who can speak well, so it is not surprising that Mao Sui sent an envoy to South Korea.

"Congratulations, Doctor." Meng Ao said with sincere admiration. In the days that he has followed Tian Jian, he has heard Tian Jian mention Mao Sui's eloquent talent.

Different from the early Warring States period, since Zhang Yi, Su Qin and a group of scholars of the vertical and horizontal families have shone brightly, they can rely on their three-inch tongues to surrender without a fight, and they can be all the princes in a word. The scholars of the Zongheng family are also admirable.

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Before leaving, Tian Jian saw that Mao Sui's room was empty, and said, "Doctor, another day, the main palace will let the East Palace send a few palace maids for you to use." ”

Mao Sui was surprised: "Thank you, Your Highness." ”

You must know that the maid in the palace is something that scholars and doctors envy, not only young and beautiful, but also understands the rules of etiquette, and more importantly, the maid in the palace is a symbol of face.

On the way back to the East Palace, Tian Jian kept thinking in his heart, and Mao Sui said that he should be vigilant against Hou Sheng, this is the second time he said it, is it to let me be a pro-virtuous minister, far from the villain?

But thinking of the treasure that Hou Sheng gave a few days ago, it seems that he is a little unreasonable to alienate Hou Sheng! Let's watch for a while!

Which is right and which is wrong! Let time tell, and hope that my uncle will not be as stupid as he was in history. To be honest, Tian Jian still had a deep grudge against Hou Sheng's behavior of sacrificing him when Qi was not dead. [Ask for recommendation tickets, ask for collections]