These words frightened Tian Zong half to death. Everyone knew that the king was in poor health, but they never dared to say it in public. They talked about it secretly in their own homes, but... Yang Qian was Ji Zhao, and he was the king's son.
How many years can you live to talk about the king in front of a military commander like yourself? Isn't this a proposition?
"Old Tian, don't worry about it. I've forgotten everything in the past. I don't even know what Jun's father looks like now."
"I don't know how many years the king will be safe."
Yang Gan smiled and said, "According to the facts, if the eldest brother finds someone to come over, besides, I am only eight years old, my appearance will have changed a lot in one or two years. By then, I will wear armor, and people who are not familiar with me will usually wear armor." People may not be able to recognize me.”
Tian Zong suddenly realized that the young master had a clever move. Since he wanted to infiltrate the eldest young master's internal forces through himself, he was so bold and courageous.
If Yang Gan knew that Tian Zong thought this way, he would laugh to death, but he didn't think of this at all. He just simply felt that if he didn't recognize him, if he refused or even delayed, others wouldn't be able to do anything to him.
Even though the whole country is peaceful now, it is just the calm before the storm. After so much time of understanding, Yang Qian also has a general understanding of the current pattern of the Central Plains.
In the structure of vassal states, there are constant wars between big and small countries. Xia and Shang are both big countries. Naturally, they will be beaten less and others will be beaten more. However, if everyone joins forces to attack Xia and the Huns go south, the noble families in the south will rebel. This is not impossible. Possible things.
At that time, maybe overnight, the building will collapse, and there will be no intact eggs under the overturned nest, and the Xia Kingdom will be there.
No matter how bad the situation is, you are still a prince template. If Xia Kingdom is gone, the vest will no longer work and will directly become a BOSS template, regardless of whether you are awesome or not.
Several countries are trying to arrest you. What can you do? By then, there will really be no place in the world.
Thinking of this, Yang Qian couldn't help but feel heavy in his heart. Just now, he was only thinking about things related to big forces, not the conflicts in the temple.
"Oh~~~ Life is really difficult."
In a short time, a pair of stirrups, although not exquisite, were made with far better craftsmanship than Yang Qian's. The surface was dark and shiny, the style was simple, and there were no superfluous things.
He found two pieces of tanned leather and tied them to both sides of the war horse. Yang Gan climbed up easily. The war horse started running, and Yang Gan was completely stable. At this time, let alone the halberd, there was no problem with using a bow and arrow. , not to mention those experienced cavalry who have been training for several years and fought several battles.
"Old Tian, I'll leave the matter here to you. I'll go to Yuntong to arrange things first. When I come back, we'll meet."
"Young Master, don't worry!" Looking at Yang Qian's retreating figure, Tian Zong's heart began to heat up. Firstly, the cavalry could finally be equipped with stirrups. Secondly, the Young Master was generous and completely different from before. Not only was he talented, he also had that Full of strategies.
Once such a person becomes king, Tian Zong believes that Daxia will definitely enter a new era, an era full of changes, opportunities, and peace.
No matter what Tian Zong was thinking, Yang Qian was running like crazy now. He was still holding the reins in his hands and kept mumbling silly words.
"First gear, start!!"
"Pull into second gear to increase speed~~~"
"Skip gear, directly shift to fifth gear~~~Drive, drive, drive!!"
I haven't felt it before, 50% of the attention is on the horse, and if you are not careful, you will fall off the horse.
Now that he has two stirrups, all he needs to do is have a little bit of thought in driving the horse. At this time, he can clearly feel that after running for more than 20 miles, the horse's speed obviously begins to slow down.
Your own weapons are different from other soldiers. First of all, the weight of the armor is at least 1.5 times that of other soldiers, which is considered heavy armor among heavy armors.
A halberd, an iron sword, a bow, dozens of feather arrows, and some scattered luggage. Sometimes Yang Gan looked up to the sky and sighed. Every time he rode from one city to another, it was troublesome. Very, like going on a trip, carrying big and small bags.
Doesn't time travel mean that the European Emperor is reincarnated, and the air, space ring, and Xumi bag are readily available in seconds.
Well now, I have traveled to a parallel ancient time. Let alone space equipment, if I had not been in good health, I might not have survived to adulthood.
Fortunately, the camp was not far from Yuntong City, so we arrived in a short time, sitting on the horse and walking slowly along the street.
When you see something delicious, you can buy some on the way, eat it while riding on your horse, and go home after a while.
"Da da da~~~!"
After dismounting, he knocked on the door with the knocker as usual. Suddenly Yang Gan was stunned and smiled to himself.
I don't have any family, I'm all alone, I really want to go back to my own world, even if my parents talk about it every day.
I don’t know how my parents’ health is, and I don’t know what they will do if they find out that their son is gone. do not know either.....
"Alas~~~~!"
Yang Gan shook his head and prepared to open the door himself.
"Zhiga~~~!" A sound!
The door opened, and a strange yet familiar woman opened the door. Before she could react, a heavy body suddenly hugged her.
The woman was bewildered and wanted to take the whole picture for a moment, but with that startling glance just now, she just felt that this man looked so familiar.
"Don't move, let me hug you." Yang Qian felt uncomfortable because he knew this strange woman.
This is the personal maid Ji Zhao brought from Chaoxian. This is the only one who came with the army. Otherwise, it would be almost impossible for the two of them to get here.
But there was no trace of pity in the woman's eyes. It was more of a kind of disgust and extreme disgust, as if a piece of shit had touched her body and she couldn't throw it out.
"Yang Gan, are you back?"
"Yang Gan, you came back at the right time. I just made a delicious meal."
.........
Familiar figures came out of the house one by one. After letting go of the woman, Yang Gan couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.
The woman who had been hugged by him looked at Yang Qian in surprise. She didn't understand at all that the previous young master was not like this.
He often beats and scolds himself, but he never has a good attitude toward others. He often kills people to vent his anger when he disagrees.
"Hey, Yang Qian, I haven't seen my brother for a few days, and you actually miss me so much?" Seeing Yang Qian's eyes red, Fujiko Jin started joking.
Yang Qian walked over and hugged him suddenly, saying "Damn it, I'm going to die of loneliness."
Fujiko Jin was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "If the Huns see such a vicious man like you, acting like a child, they will be furious to death."
After letting go of Fujiko Jin, Yang Gan wiped his tears, "I didn't expect you were still here. I thought I would be alone in front of such a big yard when I went home, but I'm so worried."
"Miss Zhou, what delicious food did you cook?"
Zhou Zhiyu led Yang Qian to the lobby. Seeing that he was familiar with the house, it was obvious that he should have lived here all this time.
I saw meat stewed in an iron pot. Yang Qian licked his lips and took a bite with chopsticks. His eyes suddenly lit up. The food was not very delicious, just mediocre at best, but the meat had something special in it.
"Beef? Doesn't this mean that eating beef is illegal?"
Yang Gan was a little confused and didn't understand. Last time he just said he wanted to eat beef, and soldiers rushed in. If he hadn't been in the military and had Lao Tian to protect him, he might have been dragged into hard labor.
"Why don't you understand anything? Ordinary farm cattle must not be eaten. Recently, a cow fell to death. We reported it to the county. Many rich people rushed to buy beef. We spent a lot of effort to buy it. To this point.”
So that's it, but Yang Qian couldn't help but twitching his mouth when he looked at the iron pot. This is a wok, why should he use it to stew something?
Let everyone sit down and finish eating this thing quickly, and show off your skills to them. Yang Qian always feels that his stomach is too noisy and tired of eating stewed and baked food every day.
"Zhiyu, the food you cooked is okay, but it's still a bit undercooked." Yang Gan opened his mouth and looked proud.
Zhou Zhiyu was so depressed that he pointed at Yang Gan and cursed, "It's almost hot. You just ate faster than anyone else. Then why did you eat so much?"
"Let's go and see my handiwork."
Yang Gan took the pot and led everyone towards the kitchen. Everyone was full of curiosity. Yang Gan never talked big. Let's see what he can make.
Only the woman who was hugged by Yang Gan as soon as he entered the door had a complicated expression. This woman's name was Qin Xiangru. She was the maid who took care of Yang Gan's food and daily life from the palace. She had been placed by Yang Gan's side since he was five years old.
She had seen all the bad things Yang Qian did. Every time he was in a bad mood, he would whip her severely and wantonly, or he would have been too lazy to change the maid.
She might have been tortured to death by Yang Gan a long time ago. Qin Xiangru didn't know how long she could live with such a cruel and moody young master.
There was a sneer in his heart. The young master said that he would take them to see good things, and he might kill them all. He didn't know who these people were and why the young master hid his identity.
I came to the kitchen and washed the pot. Since I had just cooked the food and the stove was not turned off, I put the iron pot directly on the stove.
Boil the water dry, take out a jar from the cupboard very solemnly, scoop out a spoonful of the white stuff, and throw it into the pot.
Suddenly there was a "sizzling" sound from the pot, and bursts of greasy meat aroma wafted out.
"Zhiyu, give me the vegetables you bought today."
Zhiyu immediately took out fresh vegetables from the vegetable basket next to him. He washed them all and prepared them for use in the evening. When he saw the vegetables, Yang Gan frowned.
Damn it, what kind of dish is this? I’ve never seen it before, but~~~I’ve blown the big words out, so I have no choice but to serve it no matter what.
Skillfully cut the vegetables, put them on the plate, take out the mutton, cut it into shreds, soak it in wine, pick it up, and throw it into the frying pan.
"Bah~~~!"
When the scalding hot oil touched the water-rich shredded pork, it suddenly burst into flames. Yang Qian took a spatula and kept rolling the shredded pork. After the aroma was released, he threw the vegetables in.
Seeing the fire radiating with blazing heat, everyone pushed back consciously. Who could cook food until the flames jumped out? They were surprised and frightened.
