However, to Huang Qiong's expectation, after her mother heard what he said, she changed her previous silent attitude and said categorically: "In this matter, what your father means is I mean. What I know better than him is that as long as you want to do this, you can do it. The son I taught, I still have this confidence."
Huang Qiong could only smile bitterly at her mother's confidence. What else could he say, what else could he say? A father and a mother give almost the same orders to themselves. My own emperor, I, was threatening myself with my own head. Although the mother said a short sentence, the pressure it brought was even greater than the old man threatening his own head.
Huang Qiong had no choice but to bite the bullet and agreed. As for his mother's state of mind at this time, Huang Qiong was too lazy to ask. He couldn't find out anyway. Not wanting to waste time on this matter, Huang Qiong simply turned around and washed her hands to make soup. There was no way, although Shouyang over there was painting a red face, he kept looking at himself over there, with a pitiful look on his face.
Facing the expectant gaze of this snack foodie, Huang Qiong went to cook honestly. A piece of sweet and sour carp, a plate of snowy bean paste, and Shouyang’s favorite Guobao Pork, a toothpick meat made from mutton. Together with two small green vegetables, a bean sprout mixed with rice, and a large plate of steamed buns with goat milk, Shouyang was all smiles after eating it.
Especially the snowy bean paste, not to mention that Shouyang ate a lot, even his mother ate a lot. Even this time, the emperor ate a lot more food. As a result, Huang Qiong's steamed buns were not enough, so he had to cook a plate of Yangzhou fried rice with shrimps, green beans, and ham to satisfy the appetites of several people. As for Jing Niang's place, Huang Qiong had already reserved part of it.
Putting down the chopsticks in his hands, he took the tea from the eunuch and rinsed his mouth. The emperor pointed to the plate of completely eaten Yangzhou fried rice and said: "In a moment, you will teach the cook how to make this fried rice. From now on, I will use this as a midnight snack when I stay up late to review the dumplings and get hungry."
In response to the emperor's request, Huang Qiong shook her head and said: "Father, this is fine for daily consumption, but it is not acceptable as a late-night snack. You have been sitting for a long time, and eating this at night, which is easy to accumulate food, is not good for your health. My son will fry some oil tea for you soon, and when you stay up late, you can make a bowl and drink it, with at most a piece of snack. It is easy to digest and can withstand hunger."
Huang Qiong's answer made the emperor look at him meaningfully, and then sighed slightly: "It seems that Ah Jiu hopes that I live for a few more years. Maybe among your brothers, you are the only one who still has this ability." I am a filial piety. As for the other people, I am afraid that more of them hope that I will die early."
The emperor's words made Huang Qiong confused and didn't know how to answer. It's not good to answer, and it's even worse not to answer. After a long while, he said with some embarrassment: "Father, you are right. The five fingers of a human are not the same length. The nine sons of a dragon are also different, right? What's more, uh, brothers are so If there are too many, it is possible to have a few unfilial sons."
"Besides, it's still unclear what the situation is with the second and third brothers, isn't it? Maybe they were forced to do such a heinous thing? At least in the eyes of my son, most brothers are still filial. , I hope you live a long life."
Regarding Huang Qiong's explanation, Huang Qiong's expression was obviously insincere when he answered these words. The emperor just said lightly: "Ajiu has now learned how to fool me with these nonsense words." , you know in your heart whether it is true or not. If it is really like what you said, why bother to get it to the point where it is beyond control now? "
The emperor's comment made Huang Qiong's face turn red, and he could only remain silent. Looking at his somewhat embarrassed son in front of him, the emperor did not continue to dwell on this issue. Instead, he said: "Go ahead, get out the camellia oleifera, and then go back and have a good rest. After today, I'm afraid it won't be possible for you to have a good night's sleep."
Huang Qiong, who was a little embarrassed when he heard the emperor's order, seemed to be able to escape. First, he went to the kitchen and cooked a large bowl of oil tea for the emperor using sesame seeds and peanuts. Considering that the emperor was really angry these days, Huang Qiong even added some red beans to the oil tea.
Tell the emperor's side Gao Wuyong how to eat this thing. He also told Gao Wuyong that if he ate too much of this stuff and would get angry, it was best not to drink it every day and that the emperor should adjust it appropriately. By the way, I baked some trough cakes and a crock pot for the snack guy in Shouyang. Huang Qiong didn't even dare to go back to Ting Xuexuan and went straight back to the mansion.
As for the parents who listened to Xuexuan, Huang Qiong really didn't want to bother with them. It's too tiring to figure out the sperm of these two people. If I have that free time, I might as well go back and rest for a while. Anyway, in this world, Heaven is the boss and Earth is the second boss. They are the third boss and others generally don’t dare to have any opinions. They are willing to pretend to be mysterious, but who can do anything to them?
In the evening, Huang Qiong did not invite any attendants to sleep with him. Instead, he meditated quietly in his bedroom and adjusted his breath all night long. Huang Qiong didn't get up until dawn, walked to the yard and looked at the morning star in the sky, took out the jade pendant from his chest that Situ Huanshuang gave him, and kissed it gently: "Shuang'er, where are you now? Do you know that I will go on an expedition tomorrow?"
What answered Huang Qiong was the tranquility in the yard, plus the sound of the wind sweeping through the treetops. As for the beauty in my heart, it is impossible to give him any answer. Huang Qiong, who knew that he could not get an answer, just stood in the yard, ignoring the cold wind of late autumn that swept over him.
It was not until daybreak that the Minister of War sent by the emperor to urge and announce the decree arrived. Huang Qiong washed up in a hurry, finished his breakfast in a hurry, took Fan Jian and the guards of the palace, and rushed towards the Xiaoqi camp. Huang Qiong didn't care whether the Minister of War in the sedan chair could keep up with his speed. In addition to Jingzhao Mansion, they galloped all the way towards Mengjin, where the Xiaoqi Camp was stationed.
This time Huang Qiong was still riding the Qinghai Cong, and the guards behind him were also riding the most common party horses in the Qi army. Originally, he planned to ride the sweaty horse, but was stopped by Song Gongliang. What Song Gongliang meant was to lead the troops into battle, and it would be better not to make the mounts too conspicuous.
Although the sweaty horse is a bit more powerful, its height and build are at least a head taller than the party horses commonly used in the Qi army. Moreover, as long as the opponent is a military attache, there are very few people who do not know how to ride a horse. If you recognize that his horse is a sweaty horse, you will know that it is His Royal Highness without guessing. Everyone who leads an army knows the principle of capturing the thief first.
Riding that bloody horse would only bring danger to His Royal Highness. Therefore, his suggestion is to ride the Qinghai Cong. At least there are many such horses in the Qi army. Although there are not many horses as awesome as his, there are still some. Moreover, he has already trained this Qinghai Cong, and it is more suitable for battle than the bloody horse.
In this regard, Huang Qiong, who had always been kind-hearted, saw that Song Gongliang's words made sense, and his guard leader Wang Dalong also agreed, so he accepted the advice. Ma Hao, plus Mengjin is only a few dozen miles away from Jingzhao Mansion, so there is no need to even arrive in the morning or evening. After galloping all the way, Huang Qiong arrived at the main camp of Meng Jinxiao's cavalry camp at noon.
As for the minister of the Ministry of War, who was sitting in a sedan and still walking slowly behind, there was no trace of him who had been dumped long ago. But Huang Qiong didn't expect that when he arrived at the gate of Xiaoqi Camp, he couldn't get in. No matter how they explained it, the entourage only got one sentence: they had not received the imperial edict and could not open the camp gate to let them in.
Anyway, there is either an imperial edict from the court or an official document issued by the Ministry of War and the Privy Council. King of England? Sorry, they don't know who the King of England is. Who is Su Changshi? Sorry, non-officials from the Ministry of War, Privy Council, and Palace Front Department are not allowed to enter. Not to mention that Wang Dalong was about to say something, even if Su Changshi, who was wearing official robes, took action in person, it would be useless.
Seeing the strict barriers outside the gate of Xiaoqi Camp and the high spirits of the sergeants standing guard, Huang Qiong seemed calm on the surface, but nodded inwardly. Putting aside the issue of respect for himself as a prince, the drive to run the army rigorously is enough to show that the current commander of the Xiaoqi Battalion is definitely not an ordinary person.
Faced with Wang Dalong's request for instructions, Huang Qiong just said lightly: "What they said is right, then we will wait here for the Minister of War. When will he arrive, we will go in at what time. Give the order and no one will be allowed. Break in forcefully. This is not the British Royal Palace, everything must be in accordance with military rules."
Having said this, Huang Qiong took the lead in dismounting and found a stone to sit on outside the Xiaoqi camp. Even Prince Huang Qiong was like this, and the rest of them could only dismount and wait. Huang Qiong's bodyguards were all from the military camp, and they also knew the rules of sacrificing one's life as soon as one went out of the army.
So, no one said anything. They just gathered around Huang Qiong, holding the handle of the knife with one hand and looking around cautiously with the other. Only Fan Jian, who was obviously not very good at riding a horse and was really in pain during this journey, struggled to dismount with the help of his guards. While muttering in his mouth, the sergeants opposite were holding chicken feathers as arrows.
Hearing Fan Jian's muttering, Huang Qiong frowned slightly. He stood up and said to Wang Dalong: "Dalong, arrange a few guards to escort Mr. Fan back to the British Palace immediately. Since Mr. Fan is unwilling to obey military orders and cannot adapt to the military camp, I will never force him."
Huang Qiong's words were so decisive that they shocked both Fan Jian and Wang Dalong. Not even half a day after he came out, he was sent back in disgrace. How could he have the nerve to continue to stay in the Prince's Mansion? Fan Jian knew where he was wrong. He quickly said: "My lord, please forgive me. Jian knows that I made a mistake. Please also lord, please give Jian a chance. Jian promises not to do it again."
Seeing Fan Jian sincerely admitting his mistake, Huang Qiong nodded slightly, then glanced at the guards around him and said: "This time, I was ordered to supervise the division. Although I was a disposal envoy. But when I arrived in the military camp, , we must respect military orders. From this moment on, everyone, including me, must abide by the general orders of the Xiaoqi Camp, and any violators will be punished according to military law."
"Now that Mr. Fan knows that he was wrong, I will give Mr. Fan another chance. If he does it again, he will be severely punished. And you, most of you are officers in the border army, and you are all people who have seen blood on your hands. You know the importance of military orders better than I do. After entering the Knights' Camp, you all should put away the equipment of your prince's guards for me."
"All actions must be based on military orders, including this king. Those who are the first to charge on the battlefield will be rewarded heavily by me. If there are those who are afraid of battle, I can send you back now. Wait. On the battlefield, if anyone dares to retreat but not advance, and does not obey orders, I will kill him without mercy. You can't afford to throw that person away, but I, the king, can't afford to throw that person away."
