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 shot.
Because when he followed Uncle Fu into Dong'an Gate and Donghua Gate just now, the soldiers of the Xiaoqi Battalion and the soldiers of the Shangsan Banner Guard who were guarding the gate were all like wooden men, standing motionless. No one came up to question them, and they didn't check their badges. , it was released directly.
This is the year of Kangxi, not the year of Jiaqing when assassins and rebels often appear in the palace. Besides, the person in power now is Grand Master Aobai Ao, a ruthless man who is notoriously hard to talk to! The soldiers from Xiaoqiying and Shangsanqi Guards guarding Dong'an Gate and Donghua Gate must have recognized Uncle Fu and knew that Uncle Fu was a big shot, so they let him go.
This Uncle Fu, isn't he a prince? While Wang Zhongxiao was following Zhang Xiaobao for a stroll in the southeast corner of the Forbidden City, he was thinking in his mind: There seems to be no Prince Fu or Prince Fu in the Qing Dynasty today... Could this Uncle Fu be Xiao Mazi's brother, Prince Yu Fuquan? Judging from his age, this possibility is not small! It seems that it is really easy to meet noble people outside the imperial city gate!
When Wang Zhongxiao realized that he might have met a noble man, the noble man, Uncle Fu, was also looking at him. Not to mention, this Wang Zhongxiao is particularly popular with the nobles... The aesthetic requirements of the seventeenth century for men were to "live like Lu Bu", otherwise Wang Fuchen would "turn around and turn around" How come I can meet noble people wherever I go?
So the more noble Fu Dagui sees Wang Zhongxiao, the more he likes him... Well, he likes muscular men now!
"Datou," after wandering around the Forbidden City for a while, Uncle Fu began to inquire about Wang Zhongxiao's background, "What's your last name? What's your nickname?"
Wang Zhongxiao replied: "My surname is Wang, and my superiors are loyal and my subordinates are filial."
"Wang Zhongxiao... loyal minister and filial son, what a good name!" Uncle Fu asked again, "What does the adult in the family do?"
"My father is a commander-in-chief," Wang Zhongxiao said. "He is the commander-in-chief of the Yunnan Right Wing Support and Suppression Force."
"The commander-in-chief of the Yunnan Suppression Right Wing..." Uncle Fu was stunned for a moment, standing there looking at Wang Zhongxiao, "Your father is Wang Fuchen? No wonder he looks so powerful."
"That's right," Wang Zhongxiao said with pride, "my father follows me, no, I follow my father!"
Uncle Fu was amused by what he said directly to Wang Zhongxiao, "Your father is up to you... By the way, why have I never seen you before?"
"Uncle Fu," the little black fat man Guo Jinbao seemed to want to behave well in front of Uncle Fu - he also wanted to meet a noble person! At this moment, he rushed to answer, "This Wang Datou was very good at fighting when he was a child. Six years ago, he wrestled with Obele from the Wang family in Xin County in Douban Hutong in Huandong City. Obele was beaten and his head was badly bruised, so he I went to Yunnan to escape the limelight..."
Wang Zhongxiao quickly grabbed the topic and said: "It's just children fighting...it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning."
Uncle Fu felt a little strange and asked: "Obeile? Ezha? He is only fourteen. He was only eight years old six years ago!"
"No, it's his brother Eni." Guo Jinbao rushed to answer for Wang Zhongxiao.
"Eni?" Uncle Fu thought for a while, then stared at Wang Zhongxiao, "It seems that he died a few years ago. Wasn't he beaten to death by Wang Datou?"
This shocked Wang Zhongxiao. He couldn't bear the crime of beating Baylor to death now!
"No, no," Guo Jinbao was still loyal at this time and quickly explained to Wang Zhongxiao, "He was exposed to smallpox and died... There have been many Eight Banners disciples in Sijiu City who have been exposed to smallpox in recent years. ." He sighed, "More than half of the Manchu and Mengba Banner children who wrestled with us in the alleys were gone."
"Yes, yes," Wang Zhongxiao nodded repeatedly, "this smallpox is so hateful!"
Uncle Fu sighed, "It's indeed hateful..." After saying this, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and quickly changed the subject, and asked as he walked: "Datou, the people from the Wang family in Xin County are quite capable of fighting. Yes, you can beat their Baylor to a bloody head, it seems that your martial arts skills were very good back then!"
When Wang Zhongxiao heard this question, he smiled and shook his head: "No, no, I was young and ignorant at the time, and I didn't understand the bounds of heaven and earth. I thought that I would be very powerful just by defeating a bunch of children in the alleys of Sijiu City. The result was In Yunnan, let my father be sent to the martial arts lecture hall under King Pingxi, so that he can know what true martial arts is like! Only then can he know what real kung fu is!"
He is instilling the Wu Sangui threat theory into Uncle Fu!
In fact, all his martial arts skills were taught by his father, Wang Fuchen, and had nothing to do with the martial arts hall under King Pingxi.
But Wang Zhongxiao still has to help Wu Sangui to advocate! Because this battle of San Francisco is a bit like fighting a wolf with two ends. Wu Sangui was indeed timid, but the Qing Dynasty was equally timid. If Wu Sangui hadn't been too old and was accepted by God, this chaos might have happened one day!
Therefore, Wang Zhongxiao now has to try his best to protect Wu Sangui. If the Eight Banners disciples in Beijing can be more afraid of this old thing, then the probability of Wang Da Zhongchen's success will be greater.
"Jiang Wu Tang? What is Wu Jian Tang?" Uncle Fu was really interested.
Wang Zhongxiao explained: "The so-called martial arts academy is privately called by the officials' children of King Pingxi and the children of Lvying military attachés like me. The official name is Yunnan Academy. It was opened by King Pingxi specifically to train the subordinates. Or the school for the children of Green Camp, which not only teaches the Four Books and Five Classics, but also teaches the art of war, strategy, marching and formation skills, and the real skills of fighting in battle."
Uncle Fu nodded, thoughtfully, and asked, "Do you have many disciples in this Yunnan martial arts hall?"
"There are so many," Wang Zhongxiao said, "When I left, there were still thousands of people!"
"How many thousands?" Uncle Fu was surprised, "So many? How many military attachés are there under the Pingxi King and the Yungui Green Camp?"
"I don't know about this," Wang Zhongxiao continued to tease Wu Sangui, "but most of the subordinates of the King of Pingxi and the military attachés of Yunnan and Guizhou Lvying have wives and children... Even my father, who is not good at learning, gave I have eight new mothers, and my younger brothers and sisters have given birth to a large litter. Although they are no longer in the flag, they will have to divide the family property in the future, which is annoying to think about!"
After hearing this, Uncle Fu's brows knitted into a ball, "Is it easy to feed the children of Pingxi King's subordinates and Yungui Green Camp? "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" said that the southwest is a place full of malaria."
"That's in the past," Wang Zhongxiao said, "Now the Yunnan-Guizhou area has been reclaimed... There is no longer any miasma, and the climate around Kunming is very nurturing. It's like spring all year round. It's not cold in winter, and it's not cold in summer." It’s not hot, but it’s comfortable. In addition, the Han people are not very afraid of smallpox, and the risk of vaccination is not great, so the children are relatively easy to feed.”
When Uncle Fu heard this smallpox, he sighed again... Just as he was sighing, a little old man wearing a cooking bib and sleeves suddenly rushed out from a yard ahead. , when he saw Fu Quan, he was giving a thousand gifts rather sloppily, and then said with a smile: "Oh, isn't this Uncle Fu? Why are you here? Little Zhang Zhongqing is here to say hello to you!"
This little old man turned out to be Zhang Xiaobao's father, Zhang Zhongqing. Yesterday, his unhappy son told him that he wanted to bring his friends to the imperial dining room for dinner. He had no idea how to deal with his only son, so he could only Ask an apprentice to wait at the gate of the imperial kitchen. Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiaobao brought a large group of people... one of them was Uncle Fu!
Now Zhang Zhongqing's Coke was broken and he rushed out to greet the distinguished guests.
"Baozi Zhang, you ask me why I'm here? What else can I do when I come to your kitchen besides eating?"
Zhang Zhongqing smiled and replied: "Uncle Fu, do you still need to come to the imperial dining room to eat? You can just..."
"Stop nagging," Fu Quan waved his hand, "Baozi Zhang, go and get ready... I'm just going to have a meal, don't be too particular about it, just pick up thirty or fifty dishes and send them to Nan San The arrow pavilion outside is enough."
"Send to Jianting?" Zhang Zhongqing was stunned, "Uncle Fu, do you want to eat at Jianting?"
"That's right!" After Uncle Fu answered, he turned to look at Wang Zhongxiao, "Datou, are you good at fighting?"
"It depends on who you fight..." 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 lump, shook his head quickly, and then shouted again, "Guanyin Bao!"
"The slave is here!" A deep voice sounded, and then a short, fat man about twenty-seven or eighty years old with a sinewy face stood up from the entourage behind Uncle Fu, looking at Wang Zhongxiao with a livid face.
Uncle Fu pointed at the short fat man and said to Wang Zhongxiao: "Big Tou, his name is Guanyin Bao. He is from Mongolia with a white flag. He is the best at wrestling and archery in our area. Later you go to the archery pavilion to compete... Whoever wins will be rewarded heavily by me!"
Wang Zhongxiao glanced at the short fat man, already knowing what he was doing, and then smiled and said to Uncle Fu: "Uncle, I have never learned a serious kicking. There are too many rules in that thing. Who would follow the rules on the battlefield? So if you want me to compete with him, I won’t do it. But if you want to compete with him...hehe, I have followed King Pingxi’s army on the battlefield and killed people!"
As he spoke, Wang Zhongxiao turned around and glared at Guanyin Bao so hard that he trembled! He is a master who has never killed anyone, not even a chicken... He is a kind-hearted Buddhist disciple, and he often goes to Bada Alley to do good deeds. If he hadn't been so greedy and loved eating meat, he would have become a monk long ago. Become a lama.
