Chapter 113 One whip, one or two silver

In front of the wide mansion in Zhennan Palace, a bonfire was lit. The burning bonfire lit up the whole street. Fresh mutton was roasted on the bonfire, with a sizzling fragrance. There were a few men sitting next to the bonfire, talking and laughing while drinking. People watching the bustle not far away were almost congesting the street. He They were completely confused by the scene in front of them.

If this was in the Liao Dynasty, it was definitely not a new thing, but this was the first time to see a roadside barbecue in the capital of the Song Dynasty, which surprised them even more. The barbecue was beaten by the prince's uncle Wanyan Agu. The king of Zhennan himself and the shogunate in the mansion, the stewards, the attendants and Family, they have the concept of talking and laughing without the concept of master and servant at all, which makes people who can't smell and eat, and even infected by this fusion atmosphere are really envious and jealous.

"Damn it, it smells so good." The passer-by touched the saliva that was about to be left behind with his sleeves.

"Why are you greedy? Our position is not good. Look at that Gao Yu, which is warm and can smell. Do you want to change it with him?"

"Fone, why don't you go?"

Among the passers-by, he shouted at the bonfire, "Your Majesty, I'm so excited."

Wang side whispered a few words to Jiao Deyou. Jiao Deyou stood up and shouted to the crowd, "The prince said, who can recite poetry, do the right or sing and dance acrobatics? As long as you perform, you can come over and drink two cups together."

The crowd buzzed again. What kind of treatment is it to have a two drinks with the prince on the edge of the bonfire this winter?

"True or false."

"The prince is not kidding, is he?"

"Others don't know that this Zhennan king can't."

"It can be said that I didn't see such a toss, and I didn't dare to ask about it."

"I'll do it." A young man stood out of the crowd and went straight to the bonfire with a long gun in his hand. "We can't do the right poem. We can't play the gun and the stick." With that, the long gun in his hand played with the wind.

"Good."

"This guy is good. Where did he come from?"

"Let's sell art on the street."

"Impossible. You didn't see the boots he was wearing. Maybe it was in which army."

After playing a set of sticks, Wang can't help cheering. Seeing that this man is only about 20 years old, he is tall and has a gun in his hand. Careful people can find that the gun is slightly thicker than ordinary guns. Although the shooting routine is ordinary, Wang can see that he only used 60% or 70% of his skills. Wang likes this man bravely. .

"Haha, okay, I've done it."

After Wang said that, a familyman moved out a few more piers from the courtyard. The young man did not politely come over and thank the prince for sitting on it and drinking the wine glass handed over by the family.

"It's a pleasure."

Seeing that someone went there, there was really wine and meat, and the prince could drink with him. Others couldn't stay. However, those who had some unique skills came forward one after another, some punched and feet, some played with Cuju, and some were selling art. Now it was more lively in front of the palace, and the king gave him wine one by one as usual.

"Go, the nearby restaurant will bring all the wine that can be moved, and send more meat and vegetables no matter how good it is." I don't know whether Wang is watching the beauty or drinking too much. Who can't spend money? Today, he is going to make a momentum to let people know that he is not dead.

For a while, the streets and alleys of the capital have spread all over the country. Everyone who eats and drinks in the restaurant also runs to see the fun. This free performance, and who doesn't want to eat wine and vegetables. What's more, those who don't have their own skills and don't want to miss the good show have also moved their stools and learn with wine. Wang turned on a small pinch of fire and watched the play from afar. The scene was even more lively than New Year's Eve.

The family of Ji Wangfu finally bypassed the bonfire of the family and squeezed through the largest crowd. From afar, he saw a person really hanging from the big tree in front of the gate of the palace. He hurriedly approached and looked carefully. It was indeed Gao Yu. At this time, Gao Yu was swered. How could he have the heart to watch those performances? A coach of the royal palace is now hanging and watched. They eat and drink a lot, and I have lost all my face. How can I stay in the capital in the future?

"Coach Gao, Coach Gao, are you still alive?"

"Bah, bullshit, put me down quickly." Gao Yu looked at his own people and spat with blood with hatred.

"Then wait, our King Ji took the silver to redeem you."

"Go quickly."

The king had seen the movement by the tree and saw the family of Ji Wangfu approaching this way. Wu Ling stood up and drank, "Who is it?"

"Uncle, I'm from King Ji's Mansion who sent money to the prince to redeem Coach Gao."

"You wait."

Wu Ling turned around and asked the king loudly. His voice was louder, which would be even louder, which was enough for everyone around him to hear: "King Ji sent someone to send money to redeem Gao Yu. What do you think, my lord?"

The surroundings suddenly became quiet. If Gao Yu was taken away, there would be nothing to see in the bonfire.

"How much did you send?" The king said slowly.

"How much did you send?" Wu Ling asked the Ding again and again.

"One hundred taels of silver."

"One hundred taels of silver." Wu Ling put the news into everyone's ears like a microphone and a loudspeaker.

"One hundred taels, tattoo silver."

"This coach is worth so much money, which is enough for my family to eat for half a year."

"Cut, the royal palace is still the same as you. Your family can't eat for half a year and the royal palace is not enough for a day."

"Don't make any noise. Listen to what the prince says."

The king stood up with his hands behind his back, and a handsome figure by the bonfire appeared in people's realization.

"Whone of you has a whip."

Hearing the question from the king, a fifty- or sixty-year-old man asked, "Whip, I have a donkey whip in my hand."

"It's just you, come over." The king hooked his hand.

The old man stepped forward a few steps: "Your Majesty, you are useful."

"What did the Ji Wangfu say just now? One hundred taels, hum, my king of Zhennan invited everyone to drink and eat more than one hundred taels of meat tonight. Did you see the man hanging?"

"Look, I see."

"Bda me, one or two whips, one hundred whips, one hundred whips, one hundred taels belong to you."

The old man was stunned. He didn't wait for him to understand. Wu Ling grabbed the silver sent by the family and put it in the old man's hand: "Haren't you heard the prince's order? Fight."

Papa "One tael, two tael, three tael." The old man can't count it. Although the old man's strength is limited after dozens of whips, Gao Yu also wears a cotton-padded coat, which is also a flaw in the clothes. The cotton wool falls along the whip one after another, and Gao Yu gradually feels pain.

"Your Highness, fifty-six taels, fifty-seven taels, huhu." The old man gasped, and everyone around him quietly listened to the old man's whip and the number of silver in his hand. He hated it. Why did he come out without a whip?

"When you are tired, take a break. Take a sip of wine and eat some meat." At the instruction of the king, Wu Ling shouted loudly.

"Oh, don't stop. There should be a performance to continue. The prince hasn't had a good time with everyone." While talking about the old man Wuling, he shouted to the crowd.

The people who had been quiet for a long time finally moved again, but it was obvious that their attention was still on the silver and whip.

The old man didn't think he was tired. He hit a hundred whips in one breath, and then sat by the bonfire: "Thank you, my lord. My donkey is also old, and I can just buy a new one, hahaha."

Gao Yu is so angry. Although there are a hundred whips, fortunately, it is not heavy, but at this moment, the clothes have been flawed, and the little wind is ssing and cutting the meat. This is the cold winter moon.

Jia Ding accompanied the smiling face: "Your Majesty, you take the silver, that man."

"Bullshit, which one of you saw me take the money? Ask so many people, have I collected your money?"

"No." The onlookers coaxed in one voice.

"I also tell you that when I go back, I will tell you what kind of prince. The people in his house bullied me by relying on the power. I haven't calculated this account with him. Redeem people with money. If his Ji's mansion can't redeem it, don't be ashamed here."

Gao Yu grinned when he heard this, one by two whips. If it were Ji Wang's 8,000 himself, he would not let people suck it.

The onlookers didn't care about this. While coaxing, they made way for the family members who slipped back to deliver letters. Hearing that the royal palace would continue, they saw cars of wine and vegetables sent from the restaurant in front of the royal palace. Everyone's enthusiasm rose again.

Wang looked at the young man just now: "Brother, your gun is different. Can you lend it to me?"

The young man held the gun over with a smile. The king picked it up and weighed it. The gun body was very heavy. He could feel that there seemed to be something faint rustling in the core.

"Your gun is famous. What's your name, young man?"

"If the prince can know the origin of this gun, I will tell the prince."

"Ha ha, I'm not brave. I dare to talk about the conditions." Although the young man's words were a little disrespectful, Wang didn't sound provocative. His intuition told him that the young man must have a point, and the tone of the words was not like a stranger's conversation, but a little joke-like kindness.

"Your gun is called the pear flower gun. There are hooks and sickle-shaped iron forks on both sides of the gun head. The two long blades can be used as glumembrane up, and the two short blades can be used as sickle down. It has the functions of burning, thorn, fork, hook and so on..."

The young man looked at Wang with a smile, but his eyes were not completely sure. Wang was not in a hurry. He turned around and said to Chen Kang, "Mr. Chen, we had several such guns in those years."

"I haven't done much. More than a dozen of them are the prince's cronies."

"Yes." Wang patted the young man on the shoulder: "This handle is 6 feet long, with an iron drill at the end, and a gun head 1 foot long. Two spray cartridges are clamped under the gun head, which are connected by a fuse. There is a 2-foot-long cartridge under the gun head, which contains willow charcoal, iron, magnetic powder, sulfur, arsenic and other mixed agents, which have the functions of burning, poisonous smoke, spraying and so on. This time I That's right. Tell me, where did you come from?

As soon as the young man heard this, he got up and bowed down on one knee: "I'm not talented. It's Zhang Qing, the son of Zhang Chang, the former bodyguard commander of the prince."

"Zhang Qing." Wang's heart moved. Zhang Chang was Man Chang. Now he was sent by Wang's side to assist Wang Shi, and his son turned out to be Zhang Qing.

The king helped him up: "Don't be polite. Come and sit down and talk. Why did you come to the capital?"

"Yan Sheng came to the capital under the command of the Deshun army to restore the decree. Because he heard that his father had returned to the prince, he specially went to the capital to visit the prince in advance."

"All kinds of command."

"Exactly, he was also very happy to hear that the prince was back. He told me to come and visit him first. Oh, this kind of command is the way of the teacher."

Deshun's army is stationed near Longgan, which is known as "the throat of Qiandong, a military fortress". Did Zhao Yu have any intention to be under the border guard during this period, and what's the big deal when he personally transferred such an important command into Beijing this time? It seems that Zhao Yu is not honest because of the tight money in the treasury. What is he going to do with small actions?