It is rare that there are few pedestrians on the street, and the ten-mile long street after the rain is full of puddles, which are bright and swaying, diluting the division between heaven and earth.

For the first time in his life, he was invited to a banquet in the palace of the king of Yu, Zhu Qiming had a kind of turbulent storm and a sudden reversal, leaning on the cold and hard carriage canopy wall, letting the autumn breeze blow in the curtain, cooling the thousands of thoughts in his mind.

The sound of sudden hooves sounded all the way from behind, lingering around the car for a long time, and the accompanying Jinyi Wei shouted weakly a few times before stopping. Only the sound of hooves raged around the carriage.

Zhu Qiming lifted the curtain to open a gap, and when he looked through the curtain, he saw dozens of young men in brocade riding horses around both sides of the carriage, and the people in front of him slowly approached the middle of the street, almost blocking the way of the carriage.

Needless to say, these people are all sons of Xun Qi, and Jinyiwei can't do much about them.

"Phew!"

The carriage came to a halt, and the sound of hooves around it ceased.

Zhu Qiming lifted the curtain and jumped out of the carriage. The brocade-clad boys turned over and dismounted, and some of them were very clumsy in riding, and they fell into the puddle and rolled in the mud.

Zhu Qiming pursed his lips in disappointment.

"See His Royal Highness King Yue."

Zhu Qiming slowly glanced at everyone. Most of these people are face-to-face, but Zhu Qiming vaguely recognizes the two, one is Jing Yunfei, the second son of Jing Yunyuan, who is only fifteen years old, and looks very Sven, he and Zhu Qiming are the old cousins of his aunt and uncle. It's a pity that the eldest princess of Jiaxing died early, and the concubine Du Wei Jing Yuan also sacrificed his life in the battle of Tumubao, and now Jing Yunfei's parents are dead.

The other is the grandson of the British Gong Zhang Fu and the third son of Zhang Mao, Zhang Yu, who is about seventeen years old, and was born with broad shoulders and a round waist, like after Wu Xun.

Dozens of others are a little older, with the oldest in his mid-thirties.

Zhu Qiming motioned for everyone to get up, and then paced back and forth. "Why don't you take Wu Hook and collect Guanshan Fifty Prefectures."

"Good poetry!"

"Your Highness, it's really a good poem!"

Cut, of course Li He's poems are good! Seeing that these sons and daughters of Xun Qi were all bright-eyed, and there seemed to be infinite longing hidden in their hearts, Zhu Qiming shouted coldly: "Gather a crowd to block the king's car, what a big courage!" ”

Xun Qi's children all lost their color, and one of them had the courage to snort: "Your Highness, you really have to be in love, and you are ······ I am willing to follow His Royal Highness, be a tent guard, and go to the frontier in the coming day, kill all the Tartars, and avenge my father! ”

"Kill all the Tartars!"

"Kill all the Tartars!"

·······

For a while, the slogans on the scene were shouting sky-high.

Zhu Qiming waved his hand to signal everyone to keep quiet, "Kill all the Tartars?" You think it's fun to go to war, do you? It's like hundreds of thousands of Yunnan troops chasing down thieves like Sijifa, just like adults beating children? The Tartar thieves have been through a hundred battles, all of them are like wolves and tigers, and when they are opposed, they have to fight with their lives! His gaze skipped over Zhang Yu, Jing Yunfei and the others, and fell on the older Xun Qi disciples and moved slowly, "My eyes are only staring at gold and silver treasures, and I am mixed in the pile of women all day long, how can I still be bloody?" As soon as you go to war, make sure your legs go limp! Kill all the Tartar thieves, do you want to walk and whistle at night! ”

The children of Xun Qi were all stunned when they heard this, and after a while, they saw several people sitting on the road and crying. The crying infected everyone at the scene, so more people began to secretly wipe their tears.

I know that crying is useless! Zhu Qiming was angry, but when he saw this scene, his heart finally softened.

"Brave warriors are being recruited everywhere in Beijing, if you want to join the military, you can go to the school to compete, if you really have the ability, the Beijing camp will be hired, why follow this king?"

A tall brocade-clothed young man got up from the ground, "Your Highness, most of the camp officers in the Beijing camp are unbearable, oh, they only know how to accumulate money, and they are mixed in the pile of women all day long, how can they still be bloody?" As soon as they go to the battlefield, their legs will be weak! Cut, how can you kill thieves with them! ”

Hey, there are so many wonders in this world! Eat the saliva of this king, don't you? All of them are crows standing on the coal pile - you can see that others are black, you can't see your own black!

Zhu Qiming's face sank, "You have all been evil, this king is trying to teach you a good lesson, this is good, you have come to the door yourself, you can follow this king if you want, don't blame this king for being ruthless when the time comes!" ”

A short brocade-clothed young man rushed out of the crowd, "Your Highness, the hatred of killing your father is not the same as the sky, and the Tartar thief is extremely hateful!" Instead of enduring grievances and humiliation, it is better to be scolded by His Royal Highness! ”

That's it, no withdrawal! Zhu Qiming shook his head and glanced at these gentlemen, "Listen, go home quickly and bring your own high-quality horses, fine weapons and armor, and meet in Dong'anmen in ten days, and let this king take a closer look at you to see if you are the material for iron-blooded warriors." ”

"Huh!"

A group of sons and daughters bowed and saluted, and then turned over on their horses, dropped a sentence of "farewell below", and rode away with a smile.

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"King Yue, in terms of governing the country, conquest and killing, I am far inferior to you, if you want to save the society from danger, no matter how you look at it, you have to come forward to preside over the overall situation!"

King Yu said it quite sincerely, and raised the wine lord to invite Zhu Qiming to drink together, and his expression was very calm.

The lights in the dining room were bright, and Zhu Qiming and King Yu's dining table were only five feet apart, and the two sat opposite each other. On the lower side of the two, there are also Pang Zhe and Shi Yiming, the left chief of the palace of the king of Yu. Pang Zhe needless to say, Zhu Qi is familiar with him, and the Yiming who committed Zhu Qiming's name is not simple, he is less than forty years old, and he was promoted to the left attendant of the Ministry of Officials after King Yu ascended to the pole, which can be called a prosperous official fortune.

Of course, Zhu Qiming can't predict the future, and at this moment, seeing Yiming's posture and neatness, but his few words are just right, he knows that this person is not a thing in the pool.

After drinking all the wine, Zhu Qiming shook his head gently, "In the past, Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, said: 'In the house, the husband is strategic, and the decisive victory is thousands of miles away, I am not as good as the ovary; Caring for the people, giving food, and endless food, I am not as good as Xiao He; Even millions of people, the battle will be won, the attack must be taken, I am not as good as Han Xin. All three are outstanding people, I can use them, so I take the world'. Those in high positions don't have to know everything, they just need to know how to do it! Now Yu Qian is the ovary of Brother Wang, and Chen Xun is Xiao He of Brother Wang, Brother Wang's ability to disagree with the public and enable the two of them, which shows that Brother Wang knows people and is good at his duties. ”

The king was slightly stunned, then grinned, smiled very heartily, seemed to be a little too excited, and actually left the table and walked to Zhu Qiming's banquet to sit side by side with him, with one hand on Zhu Qiming's shoulder.

"I'm glad you could say that! Looks like I'm not Adou, hahaha······ King Yue, you and I might as well open our hearts, to be honest, there is still a lack of Han Xin in the capital, according to my opinion, you will lead the battalions. ”

Pang Zhe immediately coughed, but the Yiming remained silent, just quietly looking at the candle flame.