The Wife is First

The black horse carried the handsome prince galloping past on the street, and the people setting up stalls on the street moved out of the way without being surprised.

"Did you see that? If you make trouble again, let King Cheng arrest you." The woman selling vegetables dropped her vegetable basket and pointed at the figure speeding past to teach the crying child.

Jing Shao reined in his horse and slowed down. He happened to hear these words and couldn't help but frown.

"It is said that the king was cruel and cruel. He killed one hundred thousand prisoners of war on the battlefield. His name can cure children who cry at night." This was one of the reasons why those people impeached him at that time. Killing one hundred thousand prisoners was really ridiculous. Not to mention the conquest of the Xiongnu. He only brought 50,000 troops and horses, and the entire Huns army did not number more than 100,000. Back then, he surrounded the Xiongnu general and two thousand elite soldiers and persuaded them to surrender. Those people were fierce and would rather die than surrender, so he had people kill them layer by layer. Finally, he killed the general who led his men to break through the encirclement, and captured them. There are less than five hundred people alive, and everyone hates Chen Jun to the core. If they don't kill them, there will be endless troubles.

It turned out that rumors had begun to circulate from this time on.

The weather was sunny today, and the sunlight slipped in through the open window, illuminating the wide sandalwood desk warmly. Mu Hanzhang sat at his desk, holding an account book and carefully counting his dowry.

The Marquis of Beiwei's family has a big business, but also a large population. The total property allocated to him is less than 30,000 taels. My mother-in-law has seen it and can't find anything wrong with it. Although the thirty thousand taels didn't short him much, it didn't give him any advantage. Moreover, the ancestral home and ancestral fields could not be given to him, and there was almost no cash at home just after the Chinese New Year. All that was given to him were the farmhouses and fields that could not be moved, and the only cash was used to purchase dowries.

He remembered that the land in the eastern suburbs was a barren forest with thick locust trees and rugged rocks. It was impossible to grow anything and was not suitable for building a garden. It was basically useless. And this vast land accounts for most of his "family property". Mu Hanzhang sneered, Du Shi is really not afraid of people poking her back!

However, as a result, he basically has no cash in his hand now. The one hundred thousand taels given by his mother was a whole piece, and he didn't want to touch the money unless he had to.

"Princess, Madam Side has come into Dongyuan." Yunzhu rushed into the study and said hurriedly.

"What is she here for?" Mu Hanzhang frowned and put the account books into the cabinet. Didn’t you just come to say hello after breakfast?

"It must be about the Zhongfu matter. If she says it will take a few months to hand over the account books, you must not agree to her." Yunzhu wrinkled his nose, with a rather dissatisfied tone.

After hearing this, Mu Hanzhang didn't say anything, and just invited Mrs. Song to the small study.

Song Lingxin walked in with a smile: "I came here unexpectedly, I hope the princess won't be surprised."

Mu Hanzhang was impatient to deal with her, so he asked her what happened after a few polite words.

"According to the rules, the princess should hand over all household affairs to you when she enters the house. However, the palace has always distributed monthly money on the first day of the new year. There are many things this month. I am afraid that there will be trouble if I leave it to the princess now, so I came to invite the princess. Show me." Song Lingxin said with a smile.

Mu Hanzhang lowered his eyes and played with the white jade paperweight on the table. His thumb unconsciously rubbed the rounded edge. This was a little habit he had when thinking about things: "In that case, you will continue to take care of it these days. As for hosting Let’s wait until the prince comes back tonight to discuss the matter of the middle feed.”

Seeing that this man was not fooling around, Song Lingxin's face turned green, and her smile returned immediately: "Yes, it still depends on what the prince wants, and what I say doesn't count. There is one more thing..." He put down the booklet in his hand. Arrived at the desk.

"What is this?" Mu Hanzhang glanced at it. There was nothing written on the cover of the book, only a peony flower was drawn.

"This is the arrangement of the bedtime." Song Lingxin said. She always felt a little embarrassed to say this to the male princess, but she had to say, "I have discussed it with my two sisters and written it on it. Please ask the princess to Let’s take a look, so that we can make a decision as soon as possible and let the manager arrange it.”

This topic made Mu Hanzhang feel a little uncomfortable. He said that he understood and waved her hand to go back to Xiyuan.

On the outskirts of Beijing, there is Chengwang Villa.

This villa was given to him by the emperor. Behind it was a high mountain with lush vegetation and gurgling water. It was his summer resort.

"My subordinates have met the prince!" As they entered the village, a tall man in green clothes and tied hair took the lead in stepping forward to salute.

"Where is Ren Feng?" Jing Shao asked the man in blue, handing the horse over to the servant who came up.

"The commander is at the martial arts arena, my subordinates will call him."

"No need, you come with me to have a look." Jing Shao walked slowly through the wooden corridor with his hands behind his hands and walked toward the west of the villa.

The area of ​​the villa is much larger than the palace in the city, and the entire west side has been converted into a martial arts arena. In the center of the arena is a three-foot-high wooden platform with weapon racks, equipped with eighteen kinds of weapons. At this time, two people wearing gray guard uniforms were fighting fiercely on the stage.

One person wields a broadsword and the other wields a spear. You come and go. A group of people in the audience who are also wearing gray guard uniforms will shout and cheer when they reach something exciting. It is very lively.

When Jing Shao came, he happened to see the sword wielder being thrown off the stage by his opponent. He made a beautiful move back to the carbine: "Okay!"

"Your Majesty!" Everyone then noticed the arrival of their master and knelt down to salute. A slender man in black clothes walked out of the crowd and knelt on one leg in front of Jing Shao: "I don't know that Your Majesty is here. , I hope you will forgive me if you miss me from afar."

"You kid, what are you pretending to be!" Jing Shao asked everyone to stand up and slapped him on the head. This man in black is what people call the commander. There are two hundred guards belonging to King Cheng living in this villa, and Ren Feng is the commander of his guards.

"Hehe..." Ren Feng stood up with a smile. The scar on his left eye from the brow bone to the corner of the eye looked quite fierce, but his round face looked quite honest when he smiled. "Last time, Mr. Yun said that his subordinate was too vulgar. , I don’t understand etiquette, so my subordinates want to learn the etiquette of those generals.”

Jing Shao raised his eyebrows: "Just you?" After saying that, he slapped him again, grabbed his collar and dragged him to the martial arts stage, "Don't clean up those useless things, come and relax your muscles and bones with me."

Ren Feng immediately grimaced: "Your Majesty, my subordinate has just been beaten for two hours."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Jing Shao didn't care about him. He just threw a weapon at him and slashed at him with a big knife.

As expected, Jingshao did not return home at noon. Mu Hanzhang had lunch by himself, then ran to the small study happily and threw aside the booklet with peonies. He has not looked carefully at the shelf of books in the study that does not belong to him. Jing Shao said last night that this small study will belong to him from now on, and he can read all the books at will.

Except for some brand-new travel notes that he saw yesterday, it seemed that some books he had read before. Mu Hanzhang guessed that they were books that Jing Shao had placed here before. Perhaps they were not used frequently and therefore were not moved to the large study room of Tingfeng Pavilion. He reached for a set of books wrapped in blue hard leather and placed it on the desk, pulling out one of the volumes to read.

It turned out to be a military book! But think about it, it would be strange if there were poems and songs in Jingshao's study.

Opening it slowly, Mu Hanzhang couldn't help but widen his eyes. Between the straight lines of black characters, comments were densely written in ink.