When Wang Zhongxiao followed Uncle Fu into the Donghua Gate of the Forbidden City, he was already 200% sure that this "little uncle" was a big man.

Because when he followed Uncle Fu into Dong'an Gate and Donghua Gate just now, the soldiers of the Xiao Cavalry Battalion and the soldiers of the Shangsanqi Guards who were guarding the door were all like wooden people, standing motionless, and no one came up to interrogate, and they didn't check the waist card, so they were directly released.

Now it's the year of Kangxi, not the year of Jiaqing when there are often assassins and rebels in the palace. Besides, it is still Ao Bai Taishi, a notoriously ruthless person who is difficult to speak! The soldiers of the Xiao Cavalry Battalion and the Shangsanqi Guards who were guarding the gates of Dong'anmen and Donghuamen must have recognized Uncle Fu and knew that Uncle Fu was a big man, so they were allowed to go.

This Uncle Fu can't be a prince, right? Wang Zhongxiao followed Zhang Xiaobao to the southeast corner of the Forbidden City, and at the same time pondered in his heart: It seems that there is no Prince Fu and King Fujun in the Qing Dynasty today...... Could this Uncle Fu be Xiao Mazi's brother Prince Yu Fuquan? Judging by his age, this may not be small! It seems that it is really easy to meet nobles outside the gate of the imperial city!

When Wang Zhongxiao found out that he might let you meet a nobleman, the noble Uncle Fu was also looking at him. Not to mention, this Wang Zhongxiao looks very much like the nobles...... The aesthetic requirements for men in the seventeenth century were like "living Lu Bu", otherwise how could Wang Fuchen, a "rebellious minister", meet nobles everywhere?

Therefore, the nobles of Fuda now see Wang Zhongxiao, and the more they look at it, the more they like it...... Hmm, he likes muscular hunks right now!

"Big head," after walking around the Forbidden City for a while, Uncle Fu began to inquire about Wang Zhongxiao's background, "Your surname?" What is a large size? ”

Wang Zhongxiao replied: "Don't be noble, the surname is Wang, and you are loyal and filial." ”

Wang Zhongxiao...... Loyal and filial son, good name! Uncle Fu asked again, "What does the adult in the family do?" ”

"My father was a general soldier," Wang Zhongxiao said, "and he was a general soldier of the right-wing army in Yunnan." ”

"Yunnan Aid Suppression Right Wing General ......" Uncle Fu was stunned for a moment, and stood there looking at Wang Zhongxiao, "Your father is Wang Fuchen?" No wonder he looks so powerful. ”

"That's," Wang Zhongxiao said proudly, "my father follows me, no, I follow my father!" ”

Uncle Fu was directly amused by Wang Zhongxiao's words, "Your father is up to you...... By the way, why haven't I seen you before? ”

"Uncle Fu," the little black fat man Guo Jinbao seems to want to behave well in front of this Uncle Fu - he also wants to meet a nobleman! At this time, he hurriedly replied, "This Wang Datou was too good at fighting when he was a child, and six years ago, he wrestled with the Obel of the Xinjun Wang family in the Douban Hutong in Huandongcheng, and broke the blood flow of Obel, so he ran to Yunnan to avoid the limelight......

Wang Zhongxiao hurriedly grabbed the topic and said: "It's all children fighting...... Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning. ”

Uncle Fu felt a little strange and asked, "Obel?" Oza? He was only fourteen, and he was eight years old six years ago! ”

"No, it's his brother." Guo Jinbao rushed to answer for Wang Zhongxiao again.

"Oni?" Uncle Fu thought for a while, and then stared at Wang Zhongxiao, "It seems that he died a few years ago, didn't you kill Wang Datou?" ”

This frightened Wang Zhongxiao, and he can't bear the charge of killing Baylor now!

"No, no," Guo Jinbao was still righteous at this time, and hurriedly helped Wang Zhongxiao explain, "He died from smallpox...... In Sijiu City, in recent years, there have been many children of the Eight Banners who have been infested with smallpox. He sighed, "More than half of the children who were full of eight banners and eight banners who were wrestling with us in the alley back then are gone." ”

"Yes, yes," Wang Zhongxiao nodded again and again, "this smallpox is too hateful!" ”

Uncle Fu sighed, "It's really hateful......" Speaking of this, he suddenly felt a little inappropriate, and quickly changed the topic, and asked as he walked: "Big head, the people of the Xinjun Wang family are quite capable of fighting, you can beat their family's Baylor to the point of bleeding, it seems that your original martial arts are very good!" ”

When Wang Zhongxiao heard him ask, he smiled and shook his head: "No, no, I was young and ignorant at the time, and I didn't know how to be thick and high, so I thought it would be very powerful to subdue a group of children in the alleys of Sijiu City." As a result, when I arrived in Yunnan, I asked my father to send him to the martial arts hall under the Pingxi Wang's domain, and I knew what the real martial arts were like! Only then do you know what real kung fu is! ”

He is instilling Wu Sangui's threat theory to Uncle Fu!

In fact, all his martial arts were taught by his father Wang Fuchen, and it had nothing to do with the martial arts under the Pingxi Wang's domain.

But Wang Zhongxiao still wants to help Wu Sangui advocate well! Because of this battle of the three feudatories, it is a bit of a fear of beating the wolf with a hemp pole. Wu Sangui was indeed cowardly, but the Qing Dynasty was just as timid. If it weren't for Wu Sangui's old age and being accepted by God, this mess might not be able to reach one day!

Therefore, Wang Zhongxiao now has to pull some tiger skin for Wu Sangui as much as possible, if the children of the Eight Banners in Beijing can be more afraid of this old thing, then the probability of Wang Dazhong's success will be greater.

"Martial arts? What is Shobudo? "Uncle Fu is really interested.

Wang Zhongxiao explained: "The so-called lecture hall is privately called by the children of the officials of the Pingxi Wang Domain and the children of the military attachés of the Green Battalion like me, and the official name is the Yunnan Domain School. It was a school opened by the king of Pingxi that was specially used to train the children of the feudal clan or the green camp, which not only taught the four books and five classics, but also taught the art of war, the strategy of the army, the skills of marching and arranging, and the real kung fu of going into battle. ”

Uncle Fu nodded, thoughtfully, and asked, "Then are there many apprentices in Yunnan Martial Arts Hall?" ”

"That's a lot," said Wang Zhongxiao, "and there were thousands of people when I left!" ”

"Thousands?" Uncle Fu was taken aback, "So much? How many military attaches did the Pingxi King Domain and the Yungui Green Battalion have? ”

"I don't know about this," Wang Zhongxiao continued to pull the tiger skin for Wu Sangui, "but most of the military attachés of the Pingxi Wang's domain and the Yungui Green Battalion have full wives and children...... Even my father, who didn't study well, added eight little mothers to me, and my younger brothers and sisters gave birth to a big nest, although they are not in the flag, but they will have to divide the family property in the future, which is annoying to think about! ”

When Uncle Fu heard this, his brows were already twisted into a ball, "Are the children of the Pingxi Wang's domain and the Yungui Green Camp easy to support?" "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" says that the southwest is a place of miasma. ”

"That was in the past," Mr. Wang said, "and now the Yunnan-Guizhou area has been reclaimed...... There is no miasma for a long time, and the climate around Kunming is very nourishing, the four seasons are like spring, the winter is not cold, the summer is not hot, but it is comfortable. In addition, the Han people are not very afraid of smallpox, and the risk of pox is not great, so the children are relatively easy to feed. ”

When Uncle Fu heard this smallpox, he sighed again...... When he was sighing, a little old man with a bib for cooking and sleeves suddenly rushed out of a courtyard in front of him, and saw that Fuquan was a very sloppy Qianli, and then said with a smile: "Ouch, isn't this Uncle Fu?" How did you get here? Little Zhang Zhongqing has a greeting to you! ”

This little old man turned out to be Zhang Xiaobao's father Zhang Zhongqing, yesterday his angry son told him that he wanted to take his friends to the imperial dining room to eat, he had no tricks with his own only seedling son, so he could only let an apprentice go to the gate of the imperial dining room to wait. Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaobao brought a large group of people...... One of them is Uncle Fu!

This time, Zhang Zhongqing's coke was broken, and he hurriedly rushed out to greet the distinguished guests.

"Bao Zizhang, why are you asking me to come? When I come to your imperial dining room, what else can I do but eat? ”

Zhang Zhongqing replied with a smile: "Uncle Fu, do you still need to come to the imperial dining room to eat?" You ...... directly"

"Stop chattering," Fu Quan waved his hand, "Bao Zizhang, go get ready...... I'll just rub a meal, don't be too particular, just get thirty or fifty dishes and send them to the arrow pavilion outside the South Three Institutes. ”

"To the Arrow Pavilion?" Zhang Zhongqing was stunned, "Uncle Fu, do you want to eat at the Arrow Pavilion?" ”

"That's right!" After Uncle Fu finished answering, he turned his head to look at Wang Zhongxiao, "Big head, are you very capable of fighting?" ”

"Then it depends on who you ......fight with," Wang Zhongxiao replied with a smile, "Uncle Fu, you don't want to fight me, do you?" ”

"No, no, no," Uncle Fu glanced at Wang Zhongxiao's block, quickly shook his head, and then shouted again, "Guanyin Bao!" ”

"The minions are here!" A deep voice sounded, and then I saw a short and fat man about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a full face, standing up from the entourage behind Uncle Fu, looking at Wang Zhongxiao with a pale face.

Uncle Fu pointed to this Humpty Dumpty and said to Wang Zhongxiao: "Big head, his name is Guanyin Bao, Mongolian with white flags, and he is the best at wrestling and archery in our area...... Whoever wins, Uncle Ben will be rewarded! ”

Wang Zhongxiao glanced at the Humpty Dumpty man, and he already had a count in his heart, and then said to Uncle Fu with a smile: "Uncle, I haven't learned serious wrestling, there are too many rules for that thing, who will abide by the rules on the battlefield?" So if you want me to wrestle with him, then I won't. But it's better than fighting...... Hehe, I've followed King Pingxi's army to the battlefield and killed people! ”

As he spoke, Wang Zhongxiao turned his head and glared at the Guanyin Bao fiercely, and the Guanyin Bao was trembling! He's a master who has never killed anyone, not even a chicken...... He is a kind-hearted Buddhist disciple, and often goes to the Bada Hu to walk in kindness, if it weren't for the gluttony and love of meat, he would have become a lama a long time ago.