"How did Mr. Qi see the subtlety?"

"Does Master Sun know what he lacks?" Instead of answering directly, he asked a very general question.

Sun Yutang often reflects on himself, and he is well aware of his own shortcomings. However, he didn't know where to start, which one could get to the heart of the problem, he could only smile and silently wait for Qi Buchen's answer.

"You don't know enough about people's hearts." Qi Buchen put away his smile and said as seriously as a teacher who taught earnestly, "No matter how you cover it up, everyone's thoughts will be unnaturally revealed in various ways. To understand a person, you must first learn how to observe him. The defeat of the bronze warrior was actually doomed from the beginning of the game. He cared too much about secret methods, and went to great lengths to cover them up, indicating that he was cowardly before he fought. And the scarf warrior has always been in control, his every move contains incomparable confidence, his momentum has completely overwhelmed the opponent, so that the opponent can not play the usual strength, and the hidden killer is naturally affected. Qi Buchen looked at Sun Yutang's eyes and paused, and continued, "The player who can enter the finals, the deliberately reserved killing move will not be seen through so easily, but unfortunately his heart is no longer quiet and has been disturbed, so he will lose." ”

Sun Yutang knows that vision relies on observation, but he has always lacked the accumulation of life. Qi Buchen's detailed analysis taught him a valuable lesson, and this kindness benefited him a lot, Sun Yutang thanked Qi Buchen from the bottom of his heart, and he bowed respectfully.

Prince Jing's soft voice came from behind the scenes, "Mr. Qi knows people well. Give me a tasting and a review? ”

Qi Buchen smiled: "If you can see through the prince, then it won't be me." ”

Sun Yutang broke out in a cold sweat when he heard this. I don't know if Qi Buchen's words will make Prince Jing, who is invisible, react.

The voices behind the veil still didn't matter anything. "Haha. And what about the twin eagles? ”

Hearing this, Sun Yutang looked up at the Boren warrior who was standing still, and the head that had been lowered was raised at this moment, and the eyes on Ying's face without a trace of anger were like knives, which made Sun Yutang's heart rustle. Qi Buchen smiled silently, and the room fell silent.

A series of heavy footsteps sounded in the sidewalk, which relieved the lifeless situation in time.

Hakmu walked in not at all like a slave waiting for his master's pardon, but like a general returning from a victorious battle, with a steady and powerful step. The first look at him. Sun Yutang even felt his eyes light up, and then reacted that it was the high chest of the Hui people in Western Xinjiang who reflected the light of the candle flame, and the two steel-plate-like muscles were so white that they gave the illusion of smoothness. He stood in the room with his head raised, and the accompanying presiding samurai stood respectfully beside him, but it seemed to be his long-term attendant. Sun Yutang saw it in his eyes, and secretly laughed in his heart, the people he saw today were really proud of each other.

After a while, the presiding samurai's face turned unnatural, and he secretly pulled Hakmu's sleeve from behind and said softly. "T-52, see the prince. How not to kneel! But the Hui warrior ignored him, and his eyes stayed on the junction between the tent and the beam.

The samurai was in a hurry, and he was solely responsible for the slaves who participated in the gladiatorial tournament this year, and he didn't know how many times he had explained the etiquette in private. This guy is ruining his own good deeds, seeing that the results of his hard work in the past year have fallen short, according to the character of Prince Jing, not to mention promotion, even the job is a problem. The samurai shouted loudly, "Daring! Don't kneel yet! His eyes were fixed on the Hui samurai, revealing all the hints that could be discussed.

The corner of Hakmu's eyes glanced at the presiding warrior, and said in a rambling voice: "The free body I obtained today was earned by my own efforts, and I have never received the slightest help from others, why should I kneel?" ”

"Without a master, how can you be free?"

"My freedom is fought for, not by others."

"You!" The presiding warrior kicked out in a frustrated manner, if it weren't for Prince Jing's proximity to not be allowed to carry weapons, the hilt of his sword would have smashed into the crook of Hakmu's knee, but the force of the kick was really not light, he thought that he had to teach this guy who didn't know what to do well.

Hakmu only flashed slightly, and the presiding samurai kicked in the air, leaning forward, and the returning samurai took advantage of the situation to gently push his shoulders behind him, and with a terrible groaning sound, the strong presiding samurai lay on the ground for a long time and couldn't get up.

There was a crisp applause from behind the curtain, "Good hand back to the shoulder." Instead of calling out the number of the gladiator samurai, Prince Jing said, "Hakmu, stand and speak." ”

A moment of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Hui samurai, and he returned to normal.

"I heard that your hometown is not in the great desert of Arabia, is it?"

"Back to the prince, I was born and raised in Yili, Western Xinjiang."

"Oh, Ili is a good place, but it's a pity that the operators are not very good."

Prince Jing's words cleverly avoided Hakemu's identity in exile, Sun Yutang paid attention to his speaking skills, but his eyes were hidden staring at Hakemu, and he saw a bright light flashing in the eyes of the Hui warrior.

"Are you interested in staying?"

Prince Jing's unabashed-flinching straightforwardness finally made Hakmu lower his raised head, and he looked at the figure behind the veil, his eyes flickering. For Hakemu, who wants to revive his family, it is undoubtedly a great temptation to get the support of the powerful Prince Jing. But in a few breaths, his eyes dimmed, and he slowly shook his head, Sun Yutang turned to the side of Hakmu, and saw his teeth clenched out tightly.

"Okay." The water-like curtain parted silently, and the people on the sandalwood couch waved their sleeves, "Write and record, pen and ink wait." ”

As soon as Prince Jing got up, a burst of pine fragrance swept through the night breeze, and the coolness that came to his mind made people feel as comfortable as falling into a dream. Sun Yutang saw the person in front of him clearly, and the figure of the warrior who was not inferior to the Hui man had a pair of dark eyes, a kind of black that produced a three-dimensional feeling. Sun Yutang looked at those eyes that seemed to have magical power, and felt that he was like a stone thrown into the abyss, exposed under the shining gaze of Prince Jing, but there was only a whistling wind in his ears, and he could not see the bottom of the fall downward, and it was blurry.

Bursts of incense float in the candle hall. The silence of the spring night glows with excitement and pleasure. The capable white-clothed waiter quietly entered. Among the tray served was a fine spotted wolf pen. A roster of slaves in the Colosseum.

Hakmu's low-hanging hand clenched into a fist, and the thick bone knuckles pinched out a series of crisp sounds, shaking excitedly. No matter how heroic he is, when the moment of getting rid of his lowly status and regaining his freedom comes, he is still a little uncontrollable.

Sun Yutang was happy for Hakemu in his heart, the proud warrior was an eagle soaring in the blue sky, and he should not be bound to this size cage. But there was another thing that made him secretly concerned, the rosin beside Prince Jing came too abruptly. There was no consciousness in the stone chamber before. Is there an inexplicable mechanism in that micro-curly light yarn? The initial isolation was only due to the prohibition of the agency. It seems that the defense is lax, but there are countless hidden mechanisms, and it is not as happy as galloping on your own horse after all.

Prince Jing stroked his short beard and looked directly at the upright Hui warrior, his face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling could not see joy and anger. Hakemu thought to himself, I have never been afraid of the eyes of life and death in the battlefield duel, and I am afraid that you, a man who can not leave Beijing City, will not succeed, so he turned his eyes and looked at Prince Jing. At first glance, there was really a hint of loosening in my heart, and I am afraid that I can't find a pair of dark eyes among the Hui warriors. It's as if I've seen through myself. Holding on for a moment, Hakmu had to lower his head and take a deep breath.

Prince Jing's reserved smile finally bloomed. Hold the pen horizontally in a gaseous state.

Smiling for a moment, Prince Jing said coldly: "It's good to do it yourself." The wolf's pen crossed the name of the book with heavy ink lines. Then the waiter brought another tray to Hakmu.

The final winner of the annual gladiatorial tournament will be recognized as a commoner of the Great Qian Empire and will be richly rewarded. The rewards vary from year to year, but the only constant is the rhinoceros leather belt, which symbolizes the status of the winner.

The belt is made of the skin of a black rhinoceros brought from Burma, the leather surface is engraved with patterns, and the buckle is made of pure gold, carved with a coiled dragon, which is extremely exquisite, and is a rare treasure in itself.

Hakmu took the belt in his hand, bent it in two to hold the head and tail twitching, and the sound of snapping was endless, "The quality is not bad." ”

The sudden ridicule made Sun Yutang couldn't help laughing, and he immediately felt out of shape and closed his mouth. The joyful atmosphere had already infected the others, and everyone smiled happily, even if they were as cold as Luo Shuangying, the expression on their faces eased. The last trace of chill left in the fragrance dissipated in laughter.

"Abba, it's getting late, it's time to go back." A soft female voice sounded, accompanied by a burst of brisk footsteps and a gust of fragrant wind, Sun Yutang knew that this was Prince Jing's eldest daughter, Princess Rongchang, had arrived.

"Hehe, I found you here." Prince Jing's laughter was full of love, "Okay, go back, you rest here first, take a breath, and then we will go back together." ”

With a faint fragrant breeze, Sun Yutang saw a tall girl about twenty-five or sixteen years old, dressed in a moon-white plain suit, sitting next to Prince Jing.

Her Royal Highness the princess looks like a middle-aged person, and her clothes are also very simple, but between her gestures, she has a kind of royal majesty and bearing.

"When did Abba start to like this gladiatorial fight? Could it be that you made a bet on this? Princess Rongchang noticed the gambling tickets flying in the audience of the gladiatorial arena, frowned, and asked.

"Hehe, so you said yes, I bet 100,000 taels today, one to one bet, and it has become 200,000 taels at this time." Prince Jing smiled happily, "How is it?" Abba, I have a good eye, right? ”

"One hundred thousand taels is not a small amount, Abba didn't know how to fight before, life and death in the field are destined by heaven, how can mortals know in advance?" Princess Rongchang's eyes flashed with worry, "The so-called small gambling is pleasant, but the big gambling hurts the body, Abba still don't bet so much in the future." ”

"If you listen partially, you will be obscure, and if you listen to it, you will be clear, and Abba will have a helper, so you can naturally predict the outcome of the battle." Prince Jing's gaze swept over Qi Buchen, Luo Shuangying and Sun Yutang, and said with a smile.

Hearing Prince Jing's words, Sun Yutang's face couldn't help but burn again.

He knew that no matter what Prince Jing was going to do today, he had already messed up.

But Princess Rongchang listened to her father's words, but she just glanced at a few people outside the curtain and did not speak.

"My daughter chased here, which made you laugh." Prince Jing smiled, and his eyes fell on Sun Yutang, "I'm tired of Yutang today." As he spoke, he removed a jade wrench from his thumb and ordered the servant to hand it to Sun Yutang. A little plaything. Not a tribute. Please also ask Yutang to smile, and invite Yutang to the house another day. ”

"Subordinates thank the prince for the reward!" Sun Yutang respectfully took the jade wrench with both hands, knelt down and kowtowed.

"It's not too early, let's go back!" Prince Jing said to Princess Rongchang, who nodded and helped her father get up.

Sun Yutang hurriedly retired, and Prince Jing did not keep him, so he asked Qi Buchen to send him out. When he came out of the gladiatorial arena and the cold wind blew, Sun Yutang found that his underwear was all soaked with sweat.

"Master Sun, take care, come back to the house, let's have a good chat." Qi Buchen smiled and arched his hand, Sun Yutang hurriedly bowed and returned the salute, and by the time he straightened up, Qi Buchen had already left.

In the carriage, Prince Jing took a sip of hot tea. looked up at Princess Rongchang and asked with a smile, "Is there someone from the house?" ”

"Yes. came to the Ministry of Rites, it was a Hanlin, surnamed Li, and I heard that it was from Master Weng's disciple. Princess Rongchang replied, "I estimate that eighty percent is for the Sichuan Ding Tai name, so I came to look for Abba." ”

"Hehe, Master Weng can't stand it, the Queen Mother can really toss!" Prince Jing laughed.

"The matter of this nickname, the Queen Mother and the Ministry of Rites have been arguing for a month or two, don't make a small thing a big thing." Princess Rongchang looked at her father's indifferent look, and her voice was full of anxiety, "Abba, don't forget, you had a part in killing Hai Desheng back then, not just Ding Zhitai's business." ”

"What if I have a share? Speaking of which, her own son also has a share! Besides, at that time, Ding Zhihuang asked the Queen Mother for the decree, and the Queen Mother also had a part, so if she wanted to count it like that, there would be more people involved! Prince Jing said disdainfully, took out the brocade box, and ate a bite of the emerald cake freely.

"But...... After all, the first emperor ...... "Princess Rongchang wanted to say that Emperor Tongzhi's death was related to her family, but she immediately realized that this would irritate her father, so she shrunk her mouth.

Of course, Prince Jing understood what his daughter was reminding him, so he smiled absently and ate the bread in his hand.

Seeing his daughter's panicked appearance, Prince Jing smiled, took out another piece of emerald cake from the brocade box, and handed it to his daughter.

"Hungry, huh? You also eat a piece, this chalcedony cake is not easy to buy. ”

Chalcedony cake is the famous Babao Zhai secret cake in the capital, you must choose the root bone from the calf that has just been full moon, the bone must not be one point long, not one inch wide. After feeding candied fruit, ginseng, and preserved fruit for three months, take out the thigh bone and crush the pith, mix it with the fine powder of Liaodong's excellent wheat for a lifetime, and steam it for three days and three nights before eating. Melt in the mouth, luscious and endless.

"Thank you, Abba." Princess Rongchang settled down a little, took the chalcedony cake handed by her father, put it in her mouth, took a bite gently, and ate it.

Seeing that the corners of his daughter's eyes, who had been widowed early, had already appeared crow's feet, Prince Jing couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Princess Rongchang was born in the fourth year of Xianfeng, and in the early years of Tongzhi, the Empress Dowager Renxi took her into the palace in order to win over Prince Jing Yixin, and then named her Princess Rongchang Gulun, who was 11 years old at the time.

According to the system of the Great Qian Dynasty, only the daughter born to the queen of the middle palace can be crowned Princess Gulun, and the daughter born to the concubine can be crowned Princess Heshuo. Princess Gulun is about the same level as a prince, and Princess Heshuo is about as good as a county king. As for Gege, it has become a general term for the daughters born below the prince, but there are also ranks, the prince's daughter is the lord of the county, and the princess is not the emperor's own daughter, which can be described as rare in the history of the Great Qian Dynasty. Yixin's eldest daughter obtained the rank of Gulun princess as the county lord, which is an honor from any point of view. However, the experience of this Princess Rongchang was not all smooth sailing. In the fourth year of Tongzhi, Prince Jing had a conflict with the Empress Dowager Renxi, was removed from the post of King of Yizheng, expelled from the Military Aircraft Department, Princess Rongchang was also implicated, and her rank of Princess Gulun was revoked, and it was not restored until the seventh year of Guangxu, that is, in June of this year.

When Princess Rongchang was 13 years old, she was instructed by the Empress Dowager Renxi to marry Zhirui, the son of the hereditary first-class public Jingshou. In his early years, Jing Shou married Princess Shou Engulun, the sixth daughter of Emperor Shaoguang. Both father and son are married to Princess Gulun, who is the most prominent royal relative. But Zhirui didn't have much blessing, and died of illness only half a year after marriage. Princess Rongchang has lived a widowhood since then.

In this era, for young women, such a widowhood life can be said to be the greatest misfortune, because Princess Rongchang showed her old appearance early at a young age.

Princess Rongchang grew up in the palace in her early years, and won the favor of the Empress Dowager Renxi, who took pity on her situation after being widowed, and often summoned her to the palace to accompany her, passing the boring time, and she has always been very close, even when she had the greatest contradiction with Prince Jing, she did not change her attitude at all.

Princess Rongchang is extremely filial to her father, shrewd and capable, and she is also very dear to her brothers and sisters, and is highly respected at home, and Prince Jing also looks at this eldest daughter differently, in a sense, Princess Rongchang can be said to be a person who reconciles between him and the Empress Dowager Renxi, but the current situation, she is caught in the middle, in fact, it is very difficult.

"Alas, how nice it would be if you were a son!" Prince Jing looked at his caring daughter and sighed.

"Abba, don't think too much, your mind is too heavy, it's not good for your body." Princess Rongchang had eaten chalcedony cakes, and when she saw her father's appearance, she persuaded softly, "Don't you also have a grandson?" ”

Her last words were intended to remind her father that the child in the palace had passed on to him.

"No matter how good that child is, after all, it is not his own flesh and blood, and no matter how bad his son is, he is his own son after all......" Prince Jing of course understood what his daughter meant, and remembered his son Chengming, who was personally sent to Huangquan Road, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh. (To be continued......)

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