Spring and Autumn I Am King

"I still have a son who didn't come?"

Zhao Yang was stunned.

"Sir, do you mean that the son-in-law has no shirts?"

Zhao Yang has ignored his youngest son Wu Xie for many years. Even if he is impressed today, he has never included Zhao Wu Xie in the consideration of the establishment of the reserve.

Gubu Ziqing tugged up his sleeves and gave Zhao Yang a thumbs up, "Ziqing has just met with the little gentleman without a shirt. Looking at his face, it's indescribable, he will be a real general in the future!"

Although he still has a lot of puzzles about Zhao Wuxi's strange fate, but extraordinary people must have extraordinary appearances. In short, he is many times better than the three sons just now.

But Zhao Yang was still very confused. He said, "As the saying goes, the son is the mother, and my youngest son has no sympathy. The mother is a lowly female Di's daughter. How can he be distinguished?"

The birth of that concubine was not in Zhao Yang's plan at first, it was just an accidental product of venting after drinking in the military camp. As for his biological mother, Zhao Yang had completely forgotten her name and appearance. He only remembered that she was a stubborn and tall female maid from Di Ren. When he used force, he fought desperately like an untamable mare.

Moreover, it is strange to say that Zhao Yang had inexplicably disliked Zhao Wuxi since he was born, and he has never cared about it for so many years.

Now, some people say that among his sons, only the contemptible son of a concubine can hold a great job? Zhao Yang was a little hard to accept.

Gubu Ziqing shook his head: "Shangjun is wrong about this, don't you hear that Shun was sent in the middle of the farm, Fu Shuo was raised between the blocks, the glue was raised in the fish salt, and Guan Yiwu was raised. Yu Shi, Sun Shuao is raised in the sea, and Baili Xi is raised in the city. If God wants people to be distinguished, what happened to the humble before? What's more, he still has your bloodline in his body."

Zhao Yang recalled Gu Bu Ziqing's words, and couldn't help but remember that Wu Xie also said the same rhetoric this afternoon. Wu Xie compared himself to Duke Wen of Jin and Zhao Xuanzi. Their mothers were also Rong and Di women, and their status was low, but what does this have to do with their future achievements?

He was slightly moved, but Gu Bu Ziqing was so forceful to belittle the other three sons and praised Zhao Wu Xie alone, Zhao Yang couldn't help but have doubts: "Sir, did you say good things for him because you were saved by Wu Xian? right?"

Who knows, these words made the virtuous aunt Ziqing go into a rage, and he immediately jumped on the table.

"Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated! Since the general can't trust Ziqing so much, it's useless for Ziqing to talk too much, so I'm leaving!"

It’s nothing for him to wander into the jungle by being blind, and it’s nothing for him to be forced into a tree by a black bear, but there is only one thing: his professional ethics as a physicist cannot be slandered. Persistent pride.

Indeed, the scholars of this era are extremely arrogant, not only are they nurtured by aristocratic education since childhood, after all, in the Central Plains alone, there are more than ten princes, large and small, and dozens or hundreds of ministers and officials can make them. They choose their allegiance with ease.

A word that disagrees, is it not used for your Majesty? Unless it is a retainer who has sworn a poisonous oath to Tai Yishen and has been loyal for generations. Those free-spirited scholars can leave happily, singing and drumming. This kind of situation sprouted in the Spring and Autumn Period and reached its peak in the Warring States Period. Therefore, the monarchs of the Warring States were often scolded by Mo Di, Mencius and other celebrities like the second grandson.

Gubu Ziqing snorted coldly after she patted the table, ran to the door and put on her shoes before leaving. Zhao Yang also realized that what he said just now was very rude, and he didn't even bother to wear his shoes.

However, Gubu Ziqing's stubborn temper came up, and it was already a trick to get rid of it. Even if his master Le Qi came to persuade him, he would not listen. The farce didn't stop until Yuren came to report that Zhao Wuxi had returned.

"The little gentleman without a shirt is back? Then I won't go, I have to see him again, thank you for saving your life." Gu Bu Ziqing straightened the crooked crown on her head, and then reluctantly agreed to stay, but he directly I understand.

"Ziqing is a gentleman without a shirt, not a general!"

This means that I stay here for your son's face, not for you Zhao Yang!

Zhao Yang's old face turned pale when he said this.

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"Gong's Meizi, I follow the public to hunt...you travel in the North Park, and the four horses are free."

At this time, Zhao Wuxi was leading the horse and the first carriage, humming a song and walking back leisurely.

He saw from a distance that under the brightly lit high platform, there were two figures in armor and coats waiting for him, but when he got closer, it was Zhong Xin's Yu Rong Cheng He and Shu Qi's Che You She Tuo. Probably because of the master's support, the two of them were standing on tiptoe at this time, like two ducks waiting to be fed, their necks stretched and their heads raised in anticipation.

They glanced at the carriage behind Wu Xie and saw that there was no body of the white deer, so they could not help but let out a long breath, and the right side of the car called Shetuo deliberately, "Little gentleman Wu Xie, haven't you hunted the white deer? I see there are only a few wild rabbits in this carriage!"

Yu Rong Cheng He also sang a double reed with him: "Sergeant She, the gentleman without shirt is only a child after all, with little strength, he can probably only shoot through such small prey."

Zhao Wuxi was not polite to these two guys, he immediately sprayed it back: "Cheng Yurong, it seems that you are healed and the scar has forgotten the pain. Do you want to try my whip again to see if I am weak? Small?"

Cheng He's mouth twitched like pain, covering the wound on his face and taking a few steps back.

The cheap brothers without shirts, Bo Lu, Zhong Xin, and Shu Qi heard the news and rushed over.

Uncle Qi, who was white-faced and beardless, stretched out his finger, tapped the prey on the shirtless car, and said with a smile: "It is indeed a little less, Wushirt, do you know that in today's hunting, Brother Uncle got three deer heads; Brother Zhong got three heads of deer; One red fox and two deer; your uncle and I also got a pair of yellow sheep and a wild boar."

"The three of us are evenly divided, but in this way, you have the least capture. Today, I am afraid that you will be punished by your father, and you will have to wait for me to watch the night with an empty stomach. If you are too hungry, come and ask me to send you one. Drink a bowl of yellow yokan, hahaha."

What Zhao Wuxi hates most now is the conspirator Shu Qi. Sooner or later, he will pay back ten times the revenge of today's deceit, but due to the righteousness of filial piety, he has to bow to them.

"Wu Xie naturally dare not stand shoulder to shoulder with the brothers."

Zhong Xin, who was led by Gao Guanbo, took this sentence as a sign of weakness, he stroked the jade ring around his waist, pointed at Wu Xie and said proudly: "I'm right, riding a horse alone is a cheap way, and it really doesn't compare to it. The dignified and upright Sima Rongcha is effective!"

Then, from the origin of the chariot to the beauty of a gentleman's teacher, he kept lecturing and teaching.

Wu Xie listened quietly, but his Vice-Secretary Erxi, who had sent aunt Bu Ziqing back in advance, couldn't bear it any longer, and came over to defend his master in a low voice:

"Three gentlemen, in fact, my master has not only hunted these, but there is also a carriage behind!"

Just as he was talking, he heard the sound of a car, and the carriage carrying the huge body of the black bear just came over. The heavy bear's body made the axle creaky, and the four horses barely pulled it.

Zhong Xin, Shu Qi, Cheng He, and She Tuo were instantly slapped in the face, and their eyes widened: such a **** bear weighs at least ten stones, and can slap a person flying with a slap. In exchange for them, at least five, no, at least ten Hu Ben can be shot dead!

How did this son of a **** manage to do it at such a young age with only two lowly gouging boys and shepherds? In vain, they sarcastically said that he can only hunt small prey...

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Wuxi's mouth: "When the bear's paw is cooked, brothers, don't forget to come and taste it."

Zhong Xin and Shu Qi blushed, while his eldest brother, Bo Lu, couldn't help laughing.

"Without a shirt, everyone returned without success. You were the only one who chased into the forest and killed that white elk?" This was Zhao Yang eagerly rushing down from the high platform, and he asked from a long distance. .

He really cares about that "auspicious".

Zhao Wuxi passed over the three cheap brothers, stepped forward quickly, and returned to Zhao Yang, who came in a hurry.

"Father, please forgive the incompetence of the boy and failed to hunt the white moose."

This is good news for the three brothers, Uncle Bo Zhong. They all breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling of being overwhelmed by the younger brother is not so comfortable.

Zhao Yang was greatly disappointed. After listening to Gu Bu Ziqing's words, he had high hopes for Zhao Wu Xie, but now that he has lost Bai Lu, Zhao Yang's face was so gloomy that it seemed that water was about to drip.

The people around felt that the master was in a bad mood and fell silent.

Zhao Shuqi rolled his eyes, and the bad idea came to his mind again, and he muttered beside him, "I'll just say, hunting that kind of auspicious beast requires virtue, and it's natural to lose the elk without a shirt. of."

Inadequate virtue? This is a very good explanation, Zhao Yang also nodded slightly, UU reading www.uukanshu.com had a little doubt about the words that Gu Bu Ziqing thought that Zhao Wuxi was the only one of his sons.

Zhao Wuxi also felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he didn't even open his mouth to explain, but just looked back at the dark night.

Everyone was shocked. Could it be that...

They also followed the shirtless eyes and looked to the end where the candle light of the high table lamp could shine.

At the end of the carriage, in the dark night, a tall boy figure, holding a beautiful white elf in his arms, slowly walked over.

It was Mu Xia who came, and what he was holding in his arms was the white female deer with injured legs! And the noose that bound it before was cut off by Zhao Wuxi's sword.

Shu Qi just said that Wu Xie had a low moral character, but at the end of his voice, he was immediately slapped by reality. Didn't you say you didn't hunt it!"

Zhao Wuxi showed a sincere smile: "Uncle, your question is very strange. I really didn't kill it. Look, isn't it still alive and well?"

He ignored Uncle Qi, took the white deer directly from Mu Xia, touched its furry ears, and then led the limping white deer and bowed his head to Zhao Yang, who was full of surprises. .

"Fortunately, the boy did not lose his life. Although he failed to hunt the white deer, he captured it alive and gave it to his father!"

"May this spirit beast thrive in the garden, bless my Zhao family for generations to come, and enjoy happiness forever!"

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