After everyone left, Zhao Bin walked back and forth around the palace. It could be said that it was a courtyard with four entrances in front and back, with a hall in the middle and several prison rooms on both sides. The last two entrances were the inner palace, with about twenty rooms.
There are six wing rooms on each side of the front yard. The surrounding walls are obviously wider and taller than those around them. There are four arrow towers at the four corners of the wall. People can walk back and forth on the wall.
Xiao Chu was looking around with a team of guards. It was obvious that this mansion had certain defensive capabilities when it was used as a temporary palace for the emperor's personal expedition.
This is a good thing for Zhao Bin. Although he is far away from the capital now, there are still people with evil intentions and murderous intentions.
After a while, Xiao Chu walked down from the courtyard wall and came to Zhao Bin. He cupped his hands in salute and said: Your Majesty, the general just checked. There are private houses on both sides of the palace, so it is not convenient to camp. . . . . .
Before Xiao Chu could finish speaking, Zhao Bin interrupted and said, "It doesn't matter. The rooms on both sides will be packed up for the brothers to live temporarily. The other brothers will camp in the courtyard for the time being."
"yes"
"In addition, you ask the brothers in the kitchen to go to Xing'er to get more money, send a few more brothers to follow, and go to the market to buy more meat, whatever you can eat, and let the brothers buy more. During this period Everyone has been traveling and it’s been hard, so I’ll give you a treat tonight.”
Xiao Chu looked a little moved when he heard this, and said with a little hesitation: "My lord, you don't have to be like this. It is the duty of the bodyguard to protect you."
Zhao Bin looked at Xiao Chu and said with a smile: "We don't eat meat every day. We just work hard to improve the food. Just do what I say. Oh, by the way, in addition to meat, we also need more wine. Buy some."
"Your Majesty, the guards are not allowed to drink alcohol while on duty," Xiao Chu said solemnly.
"Just let people buy it."
"Yes, I obey."
After a while, several cooks and a dozen guards followed a little girl and swaggered out of the palace gate. An hour later, people came to the palace one after another, driving ducks and geese, leading sheep, or pulling drinks. A cart, or carrying a load of vegetables.
That night, the bonfire was brightly lit in the palace, a cauldron was set up, and a fire rack was set up. A dozen temporary wooden tables were set up in the middle of the yard. There was a lot of noise and the smell of meat was overwhelming.
Soon after, word spread in Yancheng that the people were eating chaffy vegetables, and the wine and meat in the prince's house were fragrant. Everyone in Yancheng looked sad, worried that having such a prince here in the future would make the future life even more difficult. .
The same news reached the prince's palace in the capital a month later. The prince couldn't help but smile when he saw the news sent by Yan and said: "My third brother is quite interesting. He was so arrogant when he first arrived in the fiefdom. I didn't see it in the past." Come out."
Zhang Ju, the right minister of the Ministry of Personnel, said: "In the past, when His Majesty was in the capital, most of the princes did not dare to make mistakes. Now that they are away from the capital, it is easier for him.
But it’s okay, after leaving the capital, he will lose the opportunity to fight for the throne, and the more violent he makes, the better he will be to us. If he causes more trouble, he will be accused before His Majesty in the future, and he can be completely eliminated with justifiable reason. he. "
The prince said with a hint of evil charm: "That's all, let him go. Just like my uncle said, let him cause more troubles."
In addition, in Yancheng, Zhao Bin also drank a lot of wine that night. Although the alcohol content in ancient times was very low, he could not resist drinking too much, and he would still be drunk even if he drank too much.
The next day, Zhao Bin woke up from his sleep until almost noon. Ling'er had come three times with a basin before.
But seeing that Zhao Bin was still sleeping soundly, he didn't dare to make any big noise, so he had to exit the room again and again. This time he came for the fourth time, just in time for Zhao Bin to wake up.
Ling'er placed the water basin on the washing rack, walked quietly to the bed, bowed and saluted: "My lord, you are awake. Can my servant help you change your clothes?"
Zhao Bin stretched, sat up from the bed, and said, "No, I can just dress myself. You don't have to help me get dressed anymore."
When Ling'er, who was standing quietly aside, heard this, his face suddenly showed a look of horror, and he hurriedly knelt down and said: "This slave deserves to die, this slave deserves to die."
Zhao Bin looked astonished and didn't say anything. He quickly went to pull Linger: "What are you doing? Get up quickly. Who said you deserve to die?"
Ling'er was still kneeling on the ground and didn't dare to get up: "Your Majesty, this slave must have done something wrong, or she may not have served you well. Please punish me, Your Majesty."
"I didn't say you didn't serve me well, nor did I say I would punish you. You get up and talk first."
"Why didn't the prince let the servants help you change your clothes?" Ling'er asked tremblingly.
"I'm just used to dressing myself..."
"But in the past, it was all slaves who helped you change your clothes. Ling'er must have done something bad and angered the prince. This slave deserves to die," Ling'er said timidly, lowering his head.
Zhao Bin suddenly realized that getting used to dressing on his own was something that happened in his previous life. In the memory of the original host, ever since his imperial concubine arranged Ling'er to be with him, Ling'er had been waiting for him to dress.
In fact, it’s not that the ancients didn’t like wearing their own clothes, it’s just that the more noble the people, the more complicated their clothes were. This is also caused by the so-called etiquette.
The emperor had to have several people around him to dress him, and there were different rules for what to wear on any occasion. If something went wrong, it would be a disaster.
He also understood why Ling'er had such a big reaction when he said he didn't need Ling'er to help him get dressed.
Zhao Bin looked at Ling'er who looked aggrieved and said, "Okay, okay, I will let Ling'er get dressed in the future. Come on, get dressed."
"yes"
When Ling'er was dressing Zhao Bin, perhaps because he was so close, a faint body fragrance came through, which shocked Zhao Bin's spirit.
Zhao Bin smiled and looked at Ling'er, who was half a head shorter than himself, and asked softly: "Ling'er, how old are you this year?"
"Go back to your lord, this slave is eighteen years old," Ling'er, who was buttoning Zhao Bin, replied timidly.
"Oh! You're a big girl now, it's time to find your husband's family."
When Ling'er heard this, he knelt down again with a thud: "Your Majesty, I have never had such an idea. I beg you, don't drive me away."
Zhao Bin was also speechless. He was just joking, but unexpectedly, Ling'er was shocked by his words. In addition to what happened just now, she thought he was going to drive her away.
Zhao Bin quickly pulled Ling'er up and said, "Look at you, I'm just joking with you, why are you nervous?"
Zhao Bin looked at Ling'er's cute little oval face and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Okay, okay, don't cry anymore. Get dressed quickly."
When Ling'er followed Zhao Bin out of the room, Wang Wu was standing outside the door. When he saw Zhao Bin walking out of the room, Wang Wu saluted and said: "Good morning, Your Majesty."
"Good morning, damn, it's already noon, I'm just saying hello now." Zhao Bin said with an annoyed look on his face.
"It's not that I didn't come earlier to say hello. I just got up." Wang Wu said with a look of helplessness.
"have you eaten?"
"not yet"
"Go and ask the kitchen to get something to eat."
"Okay, Your Majesty, I'll go right away." After Wang Wu said that, he trotted away.
Wang Wu was born in the army, fought on the battlefield, and shed blood. Unlike Ling'er and Chunxi, who had stayed in a hierarchical palace, it cannot be said that he did not have a sense of fear of imperial power. He could only be said to have experienced life and death. people.
This is not as serious as others, so when getting along with Zhao Bin, he seems more peaceful. This feeling makes Zhao Bin, a person who has traveled through time, find it easier to get along with.
After a while, Wang Wu came back with a tray, a bowl of millet porridge and two plates of unknown vegetables.
Many of the vegetables that Zhao Bin ate in later generations were actually from foreign countries, and were quite different from the vegetables eaten in ancient times.
Zhao Bin was drinking porridge and suddenly looked at Wang Wu again and said, "Old Wu, go get another bowl of porridge and sit here and eat with me."
"Your Majesty, the little one has eaten." Wang Wu replied.
Zhao Bin asked curiously: "Didn't you just say you didn't eat?"
"The little one just took a few bites in the kitchen while waiting for them to prepare a meal for you."
"What to eat?"
"leg of lamb"
"Sheep..." Zhao Bin had an expression on his face like "You're fucking teasing me." The prince drank porridge and the servants ate the leg of lamb.
But fortunately, Zhao Bin didn't really care. He also ate a lot of meat last night, and he still felt a little nauseous today. Even if I got him another leg of lamb, he didn't have the appetite to eat it.
