Therefore, even Wu Sangui immediately shrank Wang Ba's head and was silent, and he also fixed his eyes on the young scribe who went out of the city with the young civil official.

The imperial city of the Ming Dynasty is majestic and irreversible, and the border soldiers are not to mention galloping on horses, it is a sin to ride a tall and wild war horse into the city, unless it is a meritorious soldier who has been specially approved by the imperial decree.

The requirements of the Ming Dynasty for the military generals can be called harsh, when the ordinary soldiers return to Beijing, they have to dismount and walk one hundred and ten steps away from the city gate, so as to wear off the unruly spirit on the body, and at the same time show the majesty of the imperial city.

It is precisely because of this that Huang Chongzhen will show his superb riding skills after hitting the flower thief, from this approximate distance.

And before that, I will never go beyond the thunder pool by half a step - just kidding, your Jingshi wants to give me a killing stick with the rules, and I will return the rules to you with a note of Ma Wei.

It is good that the soldiers, junior generals, officials and officials of the Beijing Division know that the soldiers and generals who are stationed in the important towns of the nine borders, especially the Guanning soldiers stationed in the western Liaoning corridor, are not easy to bully.

On the other hand, the magnanimity of the Ming Dynasty to civil officials seems to be above the Great Song Dynasty, which clearly stipulates that "the world is shared with scholars", and under the influence of the literary atmosphere of Qin Huai fat powder in Shili, the pursuit of scribes is also a little too enthusiastic, especially the young, good-looking, and those who have a good future at a glance.

This young scribe who rode a sword-beaten horse and waved a folding fan to swagger through the city was undoubtedly a product of this social atmosphere.

When that Guan Ning boy approached with eight tall and majestic horses bursting with hormones.

The young scribe who was trying to stretch his neck and wave his hand didn't feel anything about seeing off the young civil official, but the young scribe under him suddenly became agitated.

In particular, when Wu Sangui let his mount come over, he was even more shocked, and for the first time, he rebelled against the human on his back, and suddenly stood up, almost lifting the young scribe off his back.

The young scribe immediately screamed, but he was not as embarrassed as Wu Sangui expected.

Under the slim uniform, the slender arms and legs showed considerable strength, and Zhou Ji stepped forward at the right time to help hold the reins of the horse, and then controlled the frightened You Chun horse and calmed him down.

"Thank you." The young scribe leaped down the spring horse rather vigorously, caressing its long narrow face and thanking Zhou Ji.

Zhou Ji, who never likes to talk much, smiled and waved his hand.

In order to cover up his deliberate behavior, Wu Sangui, who failed in his small calculations, took the initiative to find the topic and said: "May I ask this brother, what is the origin of that official?" is so big that it is even more majestic than the governor going out of Beijing to defend the side. ”

In ancient times, every scholar was a master of writing, how could he lose to Wu Sangui, a semi-literate little rascal who had only read a few broken books, in words?

I saw the young scribe Zhengse say: "My brother is a servant, a horse and a chariot to serve as the prefect of the daimyo, is there anything more light and simple than this?" What is the point of being so big-hearted?

Oh, you probably think my brother is too arrogant and too straightforward, right? It is true that what my brother said is sometimes not very popular, he is too square, and his life is not smooth enough.

That's because my brother has been studying hard since he was a child, and he has really read the books of the sages in his heart, and he has practiced them, and what he says and does is just adhering to the attitude of the sages who know what they know, and they have nothing to do with the majesty. ”

Wu Sangui's selfish character is both congenital and acquired, and it has long been ingrained and extremely difficult to change, and no matter what others say is right or wrong, as long as it is not in his interests, he will easily refuse to admit it.

Sure enough, seeing that the young scribe could not refute what he said, he pursed his lips in disdain, and turned his head to pretend not to hear.

Huang Chongzhen was moved when he heard this-there was a place in Hebei named Daimyo, and the name of the prefect was named Lu Xiangsheng, so he arched his hand to the young scribe quite excitedly and asked, "Have you not asked Brother Ling for the name of the surname?" ”

"I don't dare to be a big name with a high surname, my surname is Lu, my name is like a promotion, and my word is a fight." The young scribe returned the salute.

"Sure enough, it's Lu Gong in person, no wonder he has such a mind, it's really admirable."

Huang Chongzhen was extremely pleased, sighed lightly, bowed deeply in the direction of Lu Xiangsheng's departure, and sighed regretfully after the ceremony: "There is a fate to meet, but there is no chance to talk, it's a pity, it's a pity." ”

It was the first time he had seen Zhou Ji and the others, and he was a little surprised that he had such respect for someone he had met for the first time and had been separated, and the young scribe was even more surprised and inexplicable, but also felt honored.

Only Wu Sangui squinted at Chongzhen, and said sarcastically: "What? Do you have acquaintances in Beijing? I haven't heard of it, but it's hidden deep enough. ”

The soldiers of the border army are familiar with the big guys of the Beijing Division, can this kind of hat that will wipe the gun and go off if they are not careful, can they be deducted from their own brothers?

The plot is serious, not to mention that these little soldiers rely on Lai, even Yuan Chonghuan and Yuan Dashuai will be implicated.

Yuan Qi, as Yuan Chonghuan's pro-army, never easily clashed with generals like Wu Sangui, but this time he really couldn't listen to it, and said: "General Wu Xiao, can you stop talking about it......

Who would have thought that Wu Sangui not only did not listen to the advice, but sneered at each other: "What's the matter with you? Yuan Shuai sent you with him, not to help Chongzhen, but to monitor ......"

Between brothers, can these well-known words be said nonsense?

Even Zu Kuan, a family member, couldn't listen to it anymore, and suddenly shouted: "Young Master Cousin......"

"How?" Wu Sangui looked at him in surprise.

"Please respect yourself." Zu Kuan knew his identity, and hurriedly lowered his head and clenched his fists.

"Hmph, please pay attention to your identity as well."

Wu Sangui smiled coldly, and then wanted to find Chongzhen's stubble, but he saw that Zhou Ji was already standing behind him and glaring at him, and he pounced on him and bit his posture when he didn't agree with him.

Even Ergou withdrew his long tongue and stared at him with a pair of slightly yellowed dog eyes.

Wu Sangui is rarely afraid of anyone among his peers, but he is only quite jealous of Zhou Ji, a young man who doesn't talk much, and he knows that his fists are hard to beat the combination of these two people and one dog.

So, a breath of turbid air was held in the narrow chest, and he instantly felt extremely irritable and extremely depressed, and he let out a short roar when he looked up to the sky, and then ignored everyone anymore, and hid to the side to sulk.

Huang Chongzhen was also surprised that this guy would become such an extreme person in such a short period of time, knowing that there was not only the urging of the family, but also the problem of mentality, as well as his own suppression, and the temptation of Houjin.

So much pressure, suddenly superimposed on the thin shoulders of a teenager who is still growing, it is indeed easy to make people's psychology distorted, if it is not guided and vented in time, it is only a matter of time before it is crushed.

So, Huang Chongzhen shouted gently: "Little Guizi...... Little San'er ......"

If Chongzhen called him by his name, Wu Sangui would reject it, but these nicknames that he had been extremely resistant to, but quietly accepted, made him feel the cordiality he had not seen for a long time, roared lowly, and led the war horse farther away.

Judging from the experience of really, this little guy who was extremely stubborn in front of him cried secretly.

Chongzhen stopped Zu Kuan, who wanted to keep up and find a step down, and said with a smile in his heart: "It's just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child, Lao Tzu has brought so many recruit eggs, and he can't cure you?" ”

"Is he alright?" The young scribe had obviously not expected that this peer, who was looking for fault everywhere and seemed to be full of fighting spirit, would be so vulnerable, and asked with concern.

"It's okay, the child is petty, and it's over if you don't beat it up."

Chongzhen's casual and vicious words obviously startled the young scribe, and he pointed at Wu Sangui's tall body with wide eyes, and said in disbelief: "Is he still a child? ”

Wu Sangui was already good at seeing and listening to all directions, and at this time, he was eavesdropping with his ears pricked up, but what he heard made him howl miserably, and he had an urge to hang himself directly on the crooked-necked tree next to him.

But why, on the contrary, do you feel a lot better in your heart?

Chongzhen knew that this guy's masochistic tendencies were getting worse and worse, and when he saw that he finally took this opportunity to vent, he completely put his mind at ease, ignored him anymore, and arched his hand at the young scribe and said, "It's Lu Xiang'...... under his feet."

"Look, there is only one word difference between a certain family and a brother, it is called Lu Xiangguan."

"Oh, it turned out to be Brother Xiangguan in person, disrespectful and disrespectful."

"How dare you. Didn't ask your name? What is his position under the command of Governor Yuan? ”

"Nobody, don't dare to claim to be big. My name is Huang Chongzhen, and I am a garrison in Guanning, Liaodong. ”

"Huang Chongzhen? How is this name so familiar? Yes? I remembered that Your Excellency was the big locust Huang Chongzhen who wanted to compete with the Heavenly Princess. ”

"My name is Huang Chongzhen, where did the big locust come from?" Chongzhen was speechless.

Zhou Ji and the others were very happy, and they were happy to see Chongzhen's behavior of being able to talk with the scribes in the capital.

Wu Sangui was about to vomit at the mutual praise of the two, and shouted from afar: "Brother Xiangguan is right, you are a big locust, a big locust that plagues crops everywhere. ”

"He's ......," Lu Xiangguan was surprised by his rapid change of attitude.

"Fighting snakes with sticks is just a consistent skill." Chongzhen raised his sword eyebrows.

"Brother Locust means, a certain family is a stick?"

"I'm just using an analogy, you don't want to sit in the right seat."

Chongzhen glanced at him, and then said to Wu Sanguihan: "Come back when you have had enough, don't be so blind again, after a while, the people of the capital mistakenly think that the locusts are really coming, which will cause panic, and even alarm the nobles in the imperial city, you will really be speechless, and you will not redeem for a hundred deaths." ”

The oppression of Wu Sangui in the imperial city has obviously gone deep into the bones, knowing that Chongzhen is intimidating, but he still obediently returned to the team.

Lu Xiangguan knew that he was speechless, so he hurriedly shut up and did not talk about this topic, only regarded himself as the landlord, and introduced eight young and vigorous Guanning soldiers and their eight sturdy war horses into the city through the Guangqu Gate.

Oh...... I almost forgot that there was a yellow dog brother at my feet, thanks to which it barked twice.