Yang Heng felt that even if he was not a top student, he was definitely not a scumbag. After all, he managed to get into the best high school in the city on his own.
But compared to his brother, he really has no curiosity about the truth. Study hard just because you don’t want to disappoint your mother.
I heard that Teruno-nii and his brother used to compete for first place every day when they were classmates. These two people are really scary. If you get close to them, you will get the smell of mathematics.
Yang Heng Maomao slumped in the back seat, muttered a few words to himself, and then took out his cell phone out of boredom.
The hospital is not too far from home. After the two games were over, the car was parked downstairs. The three of them didn't let Jing Changjia get out of the car, so they hurried upstairs to put their luggage in large and small bags, then turned around and drove to Jing's restaurant.
The restaurant where Jing's parents have worked hard for more than ten years is a well-known restaurant in the city. Before dinner time, there were already many diners at the door.
Feng Zhaoye sent the person to the door of the restaurant, but he did not stay to eat. Instead, he drove directly back. He is really busy and only has two hours of rest every month. And this month, almost all of the two hours were spent on the road.
Jing Changjia watched him drive away, and the strange feeling in his heart emerged again.
He had been the king of Yunzhong County in Hong Dynasty for more than ten years, and he had met countless people with different intentions. He is by no means an ignorant nerd.
But Feng Zhaoye's attitude made Jing Changjia really confused.
It might be said that Feng Zhaoye was not interested in him, but Feng Zhaoye would go to the hospital to see him every month. If Feng Zhaoye was interested in him, apart from occasionally visiting him in the hospital, the two of them had almost no contact.
Jing Changjia even felt that he was much more familiar with Yang Heng than he was.
The two of them weren't friends in high school, and now their relationship... doesn't seem to be that close.
Jing Changjia thought for a while, and if he couldn't figure it out, he simply threw the question away.
Anyway, he is not the Yunzhong County Prince of Dahong Dynasty now, and there is nothing worthy of plotting. Not to mention that Feng Zhaoye knew the basics and was definitely not someone with ulterior motives.
Seeing Jing Changjia standing at the door and not moving, Jing's mother was a little worried: "Jiajia, does your leg hurt?"
"No, don't worry." Jing Changjia responded and walked to his mother's side in three steps at a time.
Mother Jing looked at his face carefully and saw that he showed no sign of pain, so she smiled, took her son's hand, and led him into the reserved box, talking and laughing.
The family got together and had a lively reunion dinner after a long absence.
On the other side of Hongchao, they were far away from the hustle and bustle and entered the silent night.
The watchman walked through the dark alley carrying a lantern and banging his wooden clapper. I didn't see a strong figure flashing past behind me.
The figure ran across two streets in a row before stopping outside the corner door of a tall building. He looked around warily, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door three times with great force.
After three rings, the corner door opened. The man suddenly got in, and the corner door closed quietly behind him.
Inside the door, a slender young man was waiting for him. As soon as the door closed, the man made a silent gesture and whispered: "Follow me."
The strong man nodded and followed the young man into a side room. Then he asked, "Has the Dog Emperor sent someone to keep an eye on the house?"
The young man shook his head: "I don't know either. But Brother Lin is in the Zhenfu Prison, so we'd better be vigilant."
"He put Lord Lin in jail?" The strong man was so shocked that his voice became louder, "Then who should we ask to rescue His Highness?!"
"Keep your voice down." The young man lit the candle and asked, "Have you ever seen the shadows in the sky on the road?"
The strong man nodded solemnly.
The flickering candlelight illuminated the two of them. It was obvious that the strong man was a reckless man who had been in the teahouse during the day, angrily scolding the scholars.
His name is Xie Ziqiang, and he was originally from Taizhou who grew up by the sea. Eight years ago, in order to survive, he went to northern Xinjiang alone to open up wasteland for others. But the northern border is remote and dangerous, and foreign enemies often sneak in to kill them. Soon after he arrived in northern Xinjiang, he encountered foreign enemies.
It was Prince Yunzhong who saved him from the iron heel of the enemy. In order to repay his kindness, he worked under the command of Prince Yunzhong and went to sea to hunt for treasures on behalf of Prince Yunzhong.
It has been more than two years since the fleet went to sea this time. He found the tree that His Highness entrusted him with, and also found the kind of food that His Highness described. He even spent money to buy a team of local slaves who were good at breeding and prepared to hand them over to His Highness.
But when he finally came back, why was His Highness... missing?
"Songwu, I don't believe those tricks." Xie Ziqiang said in a low voice, "The emperor has followed His Highness since he was a child, and he has acquired many rare things that His Highness has found from overseas. He must have used some means to deceive us."
Songwu shook his head. He did not refute Xie Ziqiang's words, but just dragged out a small locked box from the floor under the bed.
"These things were personally given to me by His Highness before he left." Songgo opened the box. There were no valuables inside, only some letters and brochures.
"There are arrangements for us people in it, all written by His Highness." Songwu's eyes were sad. He caressed the letter in the box cherishingly, and then said, "His Highness originally wanted to send this book to Northern Xinjiang, but I don't know why he kept it. It's here. Maybe we need to find a suitable person to give it to."
Xie Ziqiang took a fancy to the booklet and was immediately shocked: "Is it His Highness's Military Book?!"
Songwu nodded: "His Highness has never let this book come out, and it has not been sent to Northern Xinjiang in the end. Perhaps it has not been completed. But I think... since it is placed in this box, Your Highness must want it to fulfill its role." It has some effect.”
"His Royal Highness is a master of military training, otherwise he would not have gained such a great reputation in just a few years. Even if this book is a fragment, it will definitely be of great use!"
Xie Ziqiang had followed Jing Changjia in northern Xinjiang for a long time and saw with his own eyes Jing Changjia's methods of training troops. No matter how loose a recruit is given to him, his appearance will change within a few months.
This thin, broken book is more valuable than the ship full of treasures he recovered!
If Jing Changjia knew that they thought this way, he would definitely smile and say, "I can't compare, I can't compare."
He is not a soldier, he is just a student who has gone through military training for more than half a month in high school and college. If anyone appears to be more professional than the generals in Northern Xinjiang, they only know more modern military training methods and combat skills under the wash of the modern information torrent.
The reason why he had not made this book available was because he was worried that those methods were not completely suitable for all the armies of Hong Dynasty.
It's just that he will die later, so he won't care about so many things. It is better to leave some military training methods for future generations than to leave nothing at all.
Xie Ziqiang looked at the booklet with burning eyes, and after thinking about many people in his mind, he said: "After Master Lin is safe, we will find a way to hand it over to Master Lin."
Northern Xinjiang is too far away, and there are too many untrustworthy people in Beijing. Only Lin Huo lived and died with Jing Changjia in northern Xinjiang, and now in Beijing he was imprisoned for Jing Changjia's head.
If this book is given to Lin Huo, it will definitely not be buried.
Songgo nodded in agreement: "Brother Lin is a trustworthy person. In addition...Brother Xie, His Highness told you before he left that the things you find will be handed over to His Majesty in the future."
When Xie Ziqiang heard this, his eyes suddenly glared, and his whole person showed murderous intent: "Leave it to that dog emperor?! It was that dog emperor who harmed His Highness, how dare you say such a thing?!"
"Yes." Songwu looked up at him and said seriously, "I dare not forget what His Highness said personally."
Xie Ziqiang stared at him.
"Thank you, brother. Don't forget that His Majesty is the younger brother raised by His Highness."
Songgo reminded him: "The relationship between these two brothers is extraordinary. No matter what your Majesty thinks in your heart, His Highness always regards him as his biological brother. Think about it again, since His Majesty has been in power, he has done many things. Which one of them is not for the common people? The things you find can only be put to great use if they are handed over to His Majesty."
"Impossible!" Xie Ziqiang gritted his teeth and said, "We have people and land, what can't we do ourselves?! Why should I use His Highness's hard work to add merit to that dog emperor?"
"That's His Highness's instruction!" Songwu couldn't help shouting, "Brother Xie, please clear your mind! If you believe that His Highness was harmed by others, then this is His Highness Yunzhong's last wish! We should do everything we can to save him. Achieved! But if His Highness really ascends to immortality..."
"This is the test His Highness has left us."
There was a fire in Songgo's eyes: "Only by doing these things well can we continue to follow His Highness."
Xie Ziqiang looked at him without blinking. After a long time, he asked in a low voice: "How is your highness?"
"I saw His Highness flying up in the daytime with my own eyes." Songgo said softly, "You don't have to deceive yourself. You know very well that there are shadows in the sky... It is impossible for ordinary people to do it."
Xie Ziqiang clenched his fists hard.
…
His Royal Highness Yunzhong Jing Changjia, who was at the center of the dispute between the two, was practicing swordplay on the large balcony of his home.
The sword was a prop sword that Yang Heng bought for fun when he passed by the night market. The sword technique is the sword technique that Prince Yunzhong learned from the general when he was still young.
But later he went to northern Xinjiang and used more guns. His swordsmanship had already become sparse as time passed. Now that I'm back to exercising, I feel pretty good.
Yang Heng was in the living room, previewing the first-year high school courses, while glancing at his brother from time to time.
The elders in the family are all busy, and only Yang Heng is idle. However, his brother still had to take care of his body, so even if he exercised, he had to do it step by step. Yang Heng simply stayed at his uncle's house and watched his brother for the elders.
As soon as he saw Jing Changjia's face turned red and his breathing became short, Yang Heng jumped up and shouted to stop.
The two brothers, one practicing swordsmanship and the other supervising, worked well together.
Jing Changjia wiped the sweat from his head and face with a handkerchief, and then asked Yang Heng: "How is the preview going? Is there anything you can't understand?"
Yang Heng sighed forcefully: "You can learn swordsmanship from online classes, but I still can't understand this high school course? You go about your business and don't bother me."
It's summer vacation, but studying is already very annoying. Being stared at by others is even more annoying. The characters are in tune, Yang Heng is filled with unhappiness.
Jing Changjia laughed. He walked to the sofa and glanced at Yang Heng's notes. He had a rough idea of his study progress, and then said, "Then you study hard, and I'll read some books for a while."
"Go, go, go." Yang Heng waved his hand and lay down directly on the sofa, "You can study with ease, I will not disturb you."
Jing Changjia returned to the study and sat down in front of the computer.
The dormant computer screen lit up with his movements, and in the center of the screen was a document that had already been opened.
A line of text has been entered in the document: About the elimination of singularities of algebraic varieties in positive eigenfields.
The scrap paper full of writing on the table has been sorted into a pile and held up with small clips. Jing Changjia picked up the draft paper, opened another draft book, and carefully checked the calculations again.
Just when he was about to get involved, the computer suddenly made a clear beep.
He looked up and saw a pop-up window in the lower right corner. The pop-up window is reporting on the summer activities of Yujing Science and Technology Museum.
Jing Changjia's heart moved. He put down the scratch paper, opened the pop-up window and read the news.
He has stayed in the cylindrical world of the future for too long, and he always has some inaccurate understanding of the current level of technology. So he looked very carefully, and even more carefully observed the pictures of the science and technology museum in the news.
After a while, he suddenly asked: "System, when is Hong Dynasty now?"
"In two days, it will be time to start the autumn harvest." the system said.
"Autumn harvest..." Jing Changjia stood up, "Then let's go first."
