With the sound of horse hooves treading water, father and son Wang Fuchen and Wang Zhongxiao had already crossed an unknown stream on horseback. Immediately afterwards, dozens of knights followed, all of whom came over the shoal discovered by Wang Zhongxiao himself and set foot on the south bank of the stream.
Along the way from Qujing City to Kunming City, Wang Zhongxiao was deceived by his cheating father. They were not allowed to leave due to good official channels, so Wang Zhongxiao had to lead everyone to a small road. If a stream or river blocks the road, they won't allow boats to cross the bridge, so Wang Zhongxiao will be asked to find some ford to wade through... and he won't be afraid of getting his clothes wet!
This is not the most frustrating thing! Whenever Wang Fuchen, the father of this bastard, would go to the camping grounds where everyone was camping, he would bring Wang Zhongxiao, Wang Mazi, Xiao Lizi, his other adopted son Wang Zhongyi, and Wang Zhongxiao's two personal minions, the book boy Wang Anhe. The horseman and the king all went together to hunt wild animals to improve their food... and they were not afraid of any parasites or viruses. It was really not hygienic at all!
What's more, Wang Fuchen sometimes did not allow Wang Zhongxiao and the others to shoot large prey such as wild boars with bows and arrows. Instead, he asked them to ride on horseback and he stabbed the wild boar to death with a spear!
How cruel!
In fact, Wang Zhongxiao didn't want to be so cruel, but the old guy Wang Fuchen said that this was to train Wang Zhongxiao, Wang Zhongxian, Wang Zhongyi, Xiao Lizi, Wang An, Wang Quan and other "little kids" who had never been on the battlefield ( These few of them have only been on the battlefield against Yunnan and Guizhou Miao barbarians seven or eight times, and have never seen a real big scene). He also said that the Eight Banners disciples and Su La family slaves in Beijing practiced this way on weekdays. If Wang Zhongxiao really wanted to choose a bodyguard, he would have to work harder... This is all nonsense! How can there be such Eight Banners disciples now?
But Wang Zhongxiao didn't dare to talk back to Wang Fuchen in this regard, because in his memory, it was no big deal for him to disobey Wang Fuchen in other aspects, even if he teased Wang Fuchen's favorite ninth aunt Taixiao Jinlian, it was no big deal. The only thing he couldn't do was compete with Wang Fuchen in the "martial arts", otherwise he would be hung up and beaten to death.
This old guy was justified in beating people. He said that if he didn't learn well now, he would be killed on the battlefield in the future. It was better to beat him to death as soon as possible to avoid embarrassment.
Look, are there any fathers like this?
"Dad, we are almost reaching Kunming City, let's go to Shangguan Road, right?"
Seeing that the group of people following behind were all wet, Wang Zhongxiao discussed it with his father with a smile.
"Well, it's almost done." Wang Fuchen nodded, twirling his beard and said, "Second brother, your performance this time is slightly better than last time... but it's still not as good as the ordinary white-armored soldiers. Therefore, this imperial guard is still a bit uncertain. If Grand Master Ao is not willing to promote you, then go back to Yunnan and serve King Pingxi. Your ability is still acceptable among the young men of Pingxi Fan. With Wu Shicong, Wu Shijue and the others Not even close."
"What dad said is absolutely true." Wang Zhongxiao said this, but in his heart he was 180% dissatisfied - not with Wu Shijue, a dandy who didn't care about beating people, but with some white-armored soldier in Beijing. .
How old are you now? And the white-armored soldiers...the white-armored soldiers are all old!
The father and son were talking and walking on their way. The group of people soon came to a fairly open official road. On both sides of the official road, wild flowers were gorgeous and colorful, covering the ground.
Although it is the fourth month of the lunar calendar, it is already the beginning of summer. But the weather here in Kunming is always as cool and pleasant as spring, and I feel very comfortable.
Further forward, you can see Gongchenmen, the north gate of Kunming City.
The three-story Wangjing Tower above Gongchen Gate exudes a bit of majesty in the sunlight.
However, Wang Fuchen did not lead everyone to Gongchen Gate. Instead, he raised his riding whip, pointed to a village five or six miles outside the city and said to Wang Zhongxiao: "Second brother, this time we will do the same as before. First, Come to your Uncle Wu to have a rest at the village outside the city. Then your brother and I will go up to Mount Wuhua to kowtow to the prince. You wait until the prince summons you before going up to Mount Wuhua."
The "Second Uncle Wu" in Wang Fuchen's mouth was His Highness Wu Guogui, the son-in-law of King Wu Sangui of Pingxi. Wang Fuchen and Wu Guogui were old comrades in arms for many years, and they even hunted Yongli into Burma together. These two gentlemen must have been in love for a long time. They drank chicken blood wine in Myanmar, worshiped the Second Master Guan, and became brothers with different surnames.
Because Wang Fuchen and Wu Guogui had a close relationship, Wang Fuchen would rest at Wu Guogui's village every time he went back to Kunming to see Wu Sangui. Wang Zhongxiao, an unfilial son, often followed Wang Fuchen to visit Wu Guogui's village.
Therefore, Wang Zhongxiao and Wu Guogui are also very familiar with each other, and they have been friends with Wu Guogui's son Wu Shijue since childhood. But today, I don’t know what happened to Wang Zhongxiao. As soon as he heard that he was going to Wu Guogui’s village to rest, his face suddenly turned dark, and he lost his voice and said, "What? Go, go to Wu Ershu’s village?"
"What's wrong?" Wang Fuchen glanced at his son, "Boy, you're not afraid of Wu Shijue just because he was beaten by him, are you?"
"Afraid of him?" Wang Zhongxiao quickly stiffened his neck, "How is that possible? It's not like I haven't defeated him before!"
Wang Fuchen laughed and said: "That's right. Victory and defeat are common things for military strategists. What are you afraid of? Boy, you have to fight for me when you return to your uncle Wu's village now. Fight well and don't lose again!"
"Can't lose!" Wang Zhongxiao gritted his teeth, "This time I will show my true skills and fight him! I will win for sure!"
"Okay!" Wang Fuchen laughed a few more times, and then he galloped towards Wu Guogui's village.
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Wu Guogui's Zhuangzi outside Kunming City said it was Zhuangzi, but in fact it was more like a castle. It was surrounded by trenches and high walls. The gate was built like a small city gate, and there was a suspension bridge outside the gate.
As far as Wang Zhongxiao knew, Wu Sangui's generals all occupied land in Yunnan and built this type of Zhuangzi. Just outside Kunming City, there are no less than thirty such Zhuangzis, like stars over the moon, surrounding Kunming City, Wu Sangui's hometown. Next to Wu Guogui's village, there is a village of similar size. It is the village of Wu Shicong, Wu Sangui's grandson. Wu Shicong and Wang Zhongxiao also have a good relationship. When Wang Zhongxiao came to Kunming before, he often played with Wu Shicong and Wu Shijue.
However, the friendship between these three friends seems to be having a problem recently...
When Wang Fuchen, Wang Jizhen, Wang Zhongxiao and his son arrived, Wu Guogui was not at home, but went to Wuhua Mountain for duty. It was Wu Guogui's eldest son Wu Shijue who opened the village door to entertain Wang Fuchen and his son. In addition, Wu Yingqi's eldest son Wu Shicong happened to be a guest at Wu Guogui's village, so he came out to greet him.
Wu Shijue and Wang Zhongxiao are similar in age. He is the second among Wu Sangui's grandchildren. Wang Zhongxiao often calls him "Wu Er". This Wu Er is quite handsome, tall, fair skin, big eyes and thick eyebrows. That's it. His face was a bit unkind... He looked at Wang Zhongxiao with a cold eyebrow and looked very unhappy. At first glance, he looked like a playboy who needed discipline!
Wu Shicong is two years older than Wang Zhongxiao, and is the eldest among Wu Sangui's grandchildren. He is of medium build, but very fierce-looking, with particularly sharp eyes. He looks like an eagle looking at a wolf... A ruthless man who wants to rebel. Unfortunately, rebellions have failed in history.
Wu Shicong and Wu Shijue were quite polite to Wang Fuchen. They first welcomed Wang Fuchen into Zhuangzi and invited him into the lobby. They greeted their uncle for a long time and ordered people to prepare the guest room and banquet.
However, Wang Fuchen was very motivated to go to Wuhua Mountain to meet Wu Sangui, the king of Pingxi, so he did not stay in Wu Guogui's village for long. After sitting for a while, he stood up and left, and Wang Jizhen, who was carrying the title of candidate county official of Yunnan, brought a few relatives with him. Then he went to Kunming City.
Because Wang Zhongxiao was still a white man and was not a member of Wu Sangui's vassal, he had to wait for a summons from Prince Pingxi before going to Mount Wuhua, so he waited at Wu Guogui's Zhuangzi first.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Wang Zhongxiao, Wu Shicong and Wu Shijue sent Wang Fuchen and others away, they heard a cry in their ears: "You shameless person, you still dare to come to my house!"
Wang Zhongxiao looked back and saw Wu Shicong looking at Wu Shijue in surprise, while Wu Shijue was glaring at a shameless person...
"Wu Er, who are you talking to?" Wang Zhongxiao looked unhappy.
"With whom? With you!" Wu Shijue looked at Wang Zhongxiao angrily, "Wang Er, you are such a shameless person!"
"Am I shameless?" Wang Zhongxiao was unconvinced, "Why am I shameless? I, Wang Zhongxiao, am a man who behaves upright and stands upright. How can I be a shameless person?"
Wu Shicong next to him was also a little puzzled, "Yes, Second Brother, what did Wang Er do to you?"
Wu Shijue snorted and raised his finger to point at Wang Zhongxiao, "You, you, you molest a good girl! Is this happening? If you are a good man, don't deny it!"
Wang Zhongxiao's eyes widened, his chest straightened out, and he said confidently: "Yes!"
Ah, there really is!
The girl from a good family who was molested by Wang Zhongxiao was Wu Guogui's daughter, Wu Shijue's sister, named Wu Xiaotuo. In Wang Zhongxiao's memory, she was a first-class beauty... Although she was only fifteen years old, she was already tall and graceful, with good looks and a good figure.
Moreover, this little beauty and Wang Zhongxiao got along quite well. They had often made mischief together since childhood, and they could barely be considered childhood sweethearts. But as he was playing around, Wang Zhongxiao began to have bad thoughts and began to covet the body of other people's little beauties.
And Wang Zhongxiao is a master who dares to think and do things, but no matter who Wu Xiaotuo's father is? Who is the elder brother? When she was greedy, she dared to hold her hand, when she was hungry, she dared to hug her waist, and even after drinking a few too many drinks, she secretly went to enjoy a beauty bathing. The result shocked the beauty, and even attracted the beauty's brother... Then Wang Zhongxiao competed with the little beauty's brother Wu Shijue, and was accidentally swept off the horse, knocking melon seeds on his head. , the soul has been knocked out, it is so miserable!
