He thought over and over again and slowly devised a plan for how he and Xu Sanlang would intercept and kill these thieves.
Thinking of these steps, he walked towards Xu Fu's house.
"Young Master, my grandfather and my third uncle went to the stables."
Xu Fu's six-year-old granddaughter told Xu Qin.
When he walked into the stable area, he heard beatings and scolding coming from a distance.
I don't know what Xu Sanlang said, but suddenly, the housekeeper Xu Fu raised a palm as big as a cattail leaf fan and swung it out.
There was a crisp sound of "pop...".
This solid slap on the ear is especially loud in the quiet open space.
From a distance, Xu Qin could feel the anger gushing out of the eyes of butler Xu Fu and the strong smell of sorghum wine.
I don’t know whether it was because of drinking or because he was angry with his stupid son. Xu Fu blushed and cursed angrily:
"Little bastard, how many times have I told you that you must protect your young master when you go out? Even a stone should bloom."
"You must stay close to the young master. You must keep one eye open even when you sleep. You must not be lazy."
"Mom, you'd better lift up the corpse first, leaving the young master to face the bandits alone and return the sword. How dangerous it is."
"Fortunately, he has been practicing martial arts all these years, otherwise... ugh... if he does something wrong, how will your father face the master and master of the Xu family, you unworthy bastard."
As he spoke, Xu Fu seemed to be getting more and more angry, "Pah..." and slapped Xu Sanlang again with his backhand.
This time it was more energetic.
The fool stumbled and fell to the ground, and half of his cheeks suddenly became red and swollen.
It is estimated that the big teeth in Xu Sanlang's mouth were loosened by the whipping.
He couldn't bear it anymore and cried loudly, "Wow...".
This time, Xu Fu was furious.
He stepped forward with two big feet and cursed angrily:
"Damn, you're crying again..."
"The men of the Xu family have always shed blood but not tears. Our family is so unlucky that a coward like you was born. Why not go and be reborn as a girl?"
Xu Qin saw the other side of housekeeper Xu Fu for the first time.
He roared like a lion, and his face was ferocious, which was indeed a bit scary.
Oh shit, this is not his biological father, he is clearly the living king of hell.
A horse driver and servant who was following Xu Qin was so frightened that his face twitched and his neck tightened.
It was like a slap in the face.
It is estimated that these servants have all experienced the beatings and scoldings of the housekeeper Xu Fu.
When Xu Fu was young, he was Xu Da's personal bodyguard and belonged to the Zhongshan Guard.
He has experienced countless bloody storms, and it is really amazing to have a bad temper.
Don't look at Xu Fu's usual respect for the master of Xu Mansion.
But he was equally majestic to his children and servants in the mansion.
Otherwise, where would his prestige in the government come from.
"Uncle Fu, don't hit him. I have something to do with him."
"Oh, it's young master. This old slave is teaching this idiot a lesson."
Seeing Xu Qin appear, Xu Fu immediately smiled and bowed.
"Stop beating and scolding him. Just let him remember it. No matter when in the future, as a guard, don't let down your guard."
Xu Qin also echoed.
"Young Master, do you think you should change Xu Yi or Xu Sheng to follow you?"
Xu Fu knew that he could not explain this matter to the master and his wife.
"Uncle Fu, Sanlang's identity has just been confirmed, and he has been with me for a while. We have a tacit understanding with each other. Let's give him a warning this time."
Xu Sanlang and the others are just followers, with an extra set of eyes and ears, running errands and being at their disposal.
He didn't want to change.
Besides, this guy has an advantage, that is, he is honest and has a tight tone when greeting people.
After hearing this, Xu Fu burst into tears of gratitude. He turned to Xu Sanlang and shouted:
"Sanlang, why don't you kowtow to the young master and apologize?"
"Thank you, young master!"
Xu Sanlang knelt on his knees and kowtowed Xu Qin respectfully.
"Get up, Sanlang, and Uncle Fu. You two, father and son, come with me to Meiyuan. I have something to tell you." Xu Qin said.
"Okay, young master, please."
Xu Fu and his son followed Xu Qin to Meiyuan.
Sitting down in the side hall, Xu Qin used a pen to draw a floor plan of the upper wing of the inn on a blank piece of paper, and then slowly told Xu Sanlang the 'process' of intercepting and killing more than a dozen bandits that night.
"Come on, let's practice. I'll be the interrogator. I'll ask you questions and answer them. Uncle Fu will look on coldly and offer corrections."
Xu Fu and Xu Sheng nodded in agreement.
Both father and son felt that the young master was meticulous and considerate.
…
Bank of Qinhuai River, early morning.
Entering the second half of the twelfth lunar month, the temperature difference between morning and evening is large.
There was mist on the river, and people's faces could not be seen clearly from a distance of one foot.
In a luxurious teahouse next to the Confucius Temple, Zhu Di, who came out of the palace in plain clothes, and Yao Guangxiao, dressed as an old monk, were drinking morning tea in the private room facing the river on the second floor.
Zhu Di picked up a crystal clear steamed bun, opened his mouth and took a bite.
Suddenly, hot fresh juice splashed into his mouth, so hot that he hurriedly stirred and rolled it in his mouth with his tongue, and breathed out from time to time.
Don't look too embarrassed.
Fortunately, the eunuch and the guards were standing facing outwards, so it was impossible to see him.
Looking at Yao Guangxiao again, I saw him taking a small bite of the steamed bun with his mouth, sucking in the fresh and salty juice, and then swallowing the wilted dough into his mouth to chew.
Standard Xiaolongbao eating process.
"I have been in Peiping for nearly twenty years, and I seem to have forgotten the living habits of Jiangnan. I didn't expect that the young master's memory is still fresh."
When Zhu Di saw this, he smiled awkwardly.
"This is a folk recipe. Your Majesty is a prince when he is born, so his food and other meals are very different from those of a poor monk."
"However, I haven't had authentic Jiangnan breakfast for a long time."
Folk recipes are indeed different from those in the palace, and the Zhu family, perhaps due to genetics, like pickles, millet porridge, and big meat buns for breakfast.
Big mouth, big mouth, big chew, so exciting.
As for the xiaolongbaozi, small wontons, etc., chew them carefully.
The people of Lao Zhu's family just can't imitate this kind of elegance of Jiangnan literati and bachelors, and they are not used to it.
"You can eat more if you like. I'll still have millet porridge and big steamed buns. This will make you happy."
Yao Guangxiao smiled slightly when he heard this, and while eating, he changed another topic and said:
"Your Majesty has solved the issues of King Ning's fiefdom and the reward of Ulliangha, and by the way, he is preparing to lift the guards and support issues of the vassals. In fact, he is cutting down the vassals."
"Compared with Zhu Yunzhen's use of force and force to reduce the vassal state, His Majesty's method of reducing the vassal state is called soft vassal reduction. He does not show off the mountains and rivers. He resorts to pulling out the tiger's teeth and raising them in captivity. This is a clever trick."
The hint of praise in the demon monk's words instantly relieved Zhu Di's embarrassment.
After all, he is now the supreme emperor, how can he be embarrassed in front of others?
Fortunately, the person in front of him was the demon monk who was also his teacher and friend, so it didn't matter.
Yao Guangxiao acted as if nothing was wrong, his attention was in his own head.
He is satisfied with Zhu Di's recent political wisdom.
"To be honest, young master, these are the advice and ideas of this boy Xu Qin. I can draw inferences from one instance and draw inferences from others."
Zhu Di does not seek credit, but seeks truth from facts.
