"Thank you sir for being so accommodating, so that our family can be worthy of His Royal Highness."

"This "Ode to Dapeng" is an article that the current saint liked very much when he was young. His Royal Highness has a heart of benevolence and filial piety. After several searches, he found out that this "Ode to Dapeng" was among the gentlemen, so he sent it to our family.

Come and make trouble."

The young man in black is extremely polite and courteous.

Yan Yan smiled.

You can't see the blood in his hands.

The old man opposite him had gray hair, but he also had an air of elegance and said, "You're welcome, Commander Zhou."

"The benevolence of today's saints and the kindness and filial piety of the prince are a blessing to the world and to the people."

"Like a big roc, it surges upward."

"This "Ode to the Dapeng" is supposed to be dedicated to His Majesty and His Highness, so how can you have the nerve to accept all this gold and silver?"

He was about to wave for his disciples to take the things back to the car, but the commander raised his hand and held him down slightly. The young man smiled slightly and said: "This is impossible. If you take it away without paying a price, isn't this robbery? If His Highness knows about it,

, you have to beat me until I break my leg, sir, please accept it."

"The new year is approaching, and the prince is also very anxious."

"Our family is no longer here to keep us company."

The young man smiled and clasped his fists, tapped his toes on the ground, and floated into the carriage.

The luxuriously decorated carriage was driven by spiritual beasts and then left. The third-rank official who had retired from the imperial court for several years watched the convoy leave and just breathed a sigh of relief. The children of the family next to him couldn't help but said: "This

Sir, you are so strong, I was just swept away by him and I couldn't move."

The old man sighed: "He is the left commander of the Crown Prince's Qianlong Guard, and he is also a fifth-grade general."

"The grade is not high in the capital."

"But even if he is a third-grade commander, he must be respected in this capital city."

The young man next to him said: "Qianlongwei... I never thought that he would be so polite and courteous."

"Is that polite?"

The old man didn't say much, he just said: "Of course you are polite to us."

The young man next to him was puzzled.

The old man did not continue to explain.

As far as he knew, Commander Zuo was clearly from a humble background, and had grown up eating a lot of food when he was young. After his parents died, the fellow villagers were willing to find a way for him to survive.

He refused to dig in the soil, so he took the initiative to enter the palace to seek a way to survive.

Logically speaking, one should be full of sympathy for the people after such an experience.

However, after he became rich, he became more and more respectful to others and refused to be rude in the slightest; he became more casual with the people, hitting and scolding them frequently, with a look of disgust.

A good friend once sighed to this old man:

"I deeply hate that I came from a poor family. After seeing the prosperous and extravagant places, I feel inferior to my own past. When I see the people, I see my past, but I also see my present imperfections."

"Twisted grief and anger, that's why shame turned into hatred."

"Such people are the real villains."

"We must remember to keep a respectful distance from him, but we must not irritate him in the slightest, otherwise he will bear a grudge against you and me."

It's just that the friend who told the old man this way was involved in a big case half a month later, and ended up having his house confiscated and died. He might have been rich, but the person handling the case was none other than Qianlong Wei.

Commander Zhou seems to have been dealt with harshly.

The old man narrowed his eyes.

He reported on his friend's case back then.

Because of this, he gained a whole body.

But I suddenly remembered that Commander Zhou was called Zhou Dacai when he entered the palace.

Later, he became educated and literate with the prince, and gave up his own name and his ancestral surname.

Changed his name to Nu Chang.

The name of Commander Zhou was just that outsiders did not dare to call him [Nuchang].

Even if you are a slave, you are happy, what is this...

On the main road, the carriage moved forward.

The young man in rich clothes unfolded the "Ode to the Dapeng" and exchanged it for a new scroll. When he saw the free and easy words on it, and the vaguely humane destiny, he nodded slightly and said: "It is indeed a genuine thing... this matter

That’s it, His Highness the Crown Prince can rest at ease.”

In the past few days, the prince's character had become extremely restless.

The little prince was always asleep.

The young man could vaguely feel it, as if it was because of what happened before.

The prince wanted to bring "Ode to Dapeng" to please the saint.

Consolidate your identity and status.

The young man himself also knew this matter. As a prince, he naturally had to do his best.

After replacing the original scroll of the Dapeng Fu, he carefully put it away. A man riding a horse next to him said: "Commander, should we visit the old gentleman again later and let him take the gift from us?"

Can you please take out the gold?"

The scroll that fell from the hand of the feminine young man hit the rider directly on the forehead, blinding him and almost falling off the horse. He subconsciously raised his hand to cover his head. He was already bleeding from the beating, but he still didn't dare to do anything.

Without any resentment, he just lowered his head respectfully and allowed the blood to flow and drip from the gaps between his fingers.

The young man said calmly: "You have to give money when you take something. This is a matter of course."

"Not to mention such a treasure."

"Are you really one of those untouchables?"

"Can you handle it as you like?"

"Yes Yes……"

The feminine young man said lightly: "These people are still useful. His Royal Highness will need their reputation in the future. Now the fourth prince has an excellent relationship with the aristocratic family and has a literary name; the seventh prince is with the second generation of the Wuxun family.

Most importantly, the prince needs to win over these famous people in the opposition in order to truly and completely suppress these two people."

"On weekdays, I just kill some untouchables, people as low as pigs and dogs in the dirt."

"You can't make any sound even if you die."

"Put your hands on these people."

"Are you trying to cause trouble to His Highness?"

The expressions of several brave knights changed slightly, and the feminine young man said calmly: "Since we are His Highness's subordinates, we must know how to share His Highness's worries and know who can be touched and who cannot be touched. These are the people who cannot be touched."

When can I touch you?"

"Outsiders always say we are dogs."

"But being a dog is also a big knowledge."

"The dogs of nobles in heaven are better off than the common people digging for food in the ground."

Everyone said yes, and someone laughed and said, "They want to be dogs, but they don't have the qualifications yet."

He struck the harness of the war horse with his sword in his hand, and sang loudly with a smile:

"As a human being, you still need to wake up at the third watch and sleep at the fifth watch. The cold and summer will come and go without stopping."

"The children and grandchildren will not stand out."

"Don't stand out!"

"If it is a dog, it can be dressed in silk and satin, and it can still sleep on its own three poles in the sun."

"Be the bridegroom day and night."

"Which one wants to be a human being?"

"It's better to be a 'dog'!"

"It's better to be a dog!"

Everyone laughed loudly. These were the prince's personal soldiers. The emperor's personal guards in his year mocked themselves as dogs, but in fact they were just mocking the ignorant people. Even the powerful people of the aristocratic family were afraid of them, so they said that they were going out this time.

When the saint's hand was being dealt with, among the remaining soldiers in Jinzhou, there was an old soldier whose daughter was very beautiful.

He was extremely strong and was coveted and insulted by everyone. The old soldier was so angry that he drew out his black sword and fought out.

The momentum is quite strong.
To be continued...