"A good thing?" Li Shenzhong was stunned for a moment. He couldn't figure out Jiang Wulang's intention for a while.

Jiang Wulang smiled and did not explain.

These are secret thoughts that must not be put into the light, let alone told to others. As for how Li Shenzhong understands them, that is his business.

At this time, Young Master Wan Qingchun walked up to a group of people from the Golden Snake Guard, coughed, glanced at the crowd, and asked, "Are there any of you who are still unconvinced?"

Not convinced? How is that possible?

Now the people in the Golden Snake Guard couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground and plunge into it, unable to get up. They were all red-faced and dejected.

This time they were defeated head-on and crushed by others with their own strength, which was even more embarrassing.

If the Guards had used some bad conspiracy, they could comfort themselves and find an excuse for themselves, but now, what else could they say? They couldn't think of any excuses.

At this time, Wan Qingchun said the second sentence.

"Do you want to keep losing like this? Do you want to taste the joy of victory?"

"Think!" a sparse voice sounded, but not loud.

Wan Qingchun shouted: "Have you not eaten? Make your voice louder, I can't hear you!"

"We want to win!"

This time, most people said it in unison.

"You guys think you are elites, but in fact you are basically rubbish... Don't refute, the facts are in front of you." Wan Qingchun said coldly.

When Wan Qingchun said this, the faces of the Golden Snake Guards, who were already feeling guilty, turned red, and their necks seemed to bulge.

Wan Qingchun spoke again: "The rules of the Imperial Guard Competition have been changed this time. If you can beat your own group, everyone will immediately receive a reward of fifteen taels. If you win first place,

Hehe, fifty taels of silver per person, white and shiny silver, full of quality, and a child without any deception."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers present immediately began to breathe heavily.

You must know that the military salary for soldiers is actually not high. After it was distributed by the Ministry of War, it was lost to officials at all levels. In fact, there is not much left in their hands.

And they are not wealthy families. In fact, they are basically poor.

If they were all from wealthy families, they wouldn't be soldiers.

50 taels of silver is equivalent to their income as a soldier for more than a year.

Wan Qingchun turned his attention to them again and said loudly: "Think about it again, do you really want to be the first and get the money?"

"we would like!"

They shouted in unison, and a group of people from the Golden Snake Guards shouted hoarsely. They were all extremely excited.

Jiang Wulang was a little surprised. Wan Qingchun was usually a typical playboy who only liked eating, drinking and having fun. He didn't expect that people should not be judged by their appearance, but he would have such a method.

Such a few simple words inspired their morale. In general terms, it means that their military morale is ready.

If we had had this determination and will in the competition just now, we would still have lost, but it wouldn't be so bad. At least we would have lost a few more. If the Guards could win, it would be a miserable defeat.

With Wan Qingchun's encouragement, those in the Golden Snake Guard went back to intensify their training. This time they became much more serious and no longer so undisciplined.

Wan Qingchun walked near Jiang Wulang, raised his lips and said with a smile: "Am I very powerful?"

Jiang Wulang didn't answer directly. Instead, he glanced at his face and said, "Young Master, go and look in the mirror. The powder has fallen off from the wound."

Wan Qingchun's expression immediately changed, and he no longer had the excitement and pride that he had just spoken.

He ran all the way, rushed into his room, found the box of rouge, and quickly wiped it on his face. After finishing, he looked at Jiang Wulang and said: "Brother Jiang, I believe you will keep it a secret, right?"

"What's the point? Look at those scholars, they are so smeared with makeup." Jiang Wulang said casually.

"That's Mr. Rabbit. I'm an upright man, and I won't do the kind of things Mr. Rabbit does." Wan Qingchun hurriedly waved his hands in denial. If his reputation got out, he would be in big trouble, and people would laugh to death behind his back.

"My young master, what are you afraid of? Don't those nobles regard that matter as an elegant thing recently?" Jiang Wulang said with a smile.

Seeing Jiang Wulang's disapproval, Wan Qingchun added in a more serious tone: "Anyway, just don't tell anyone."

Wan Qingchun took two steps and was about to go out. Suddenly he thought of something and turned around and said: "By the way, I'm not going home anymore. Let's go back to Uncle Zhongyong's Mansion with you first, to find Sister Qing and Brother Luo."

Have two drinks.”

"Okay, let's go back together." Jiang Wulang nodded.

He once again glanced at the injury on Wan Qingchun's face, and a flash of sympathy flashed through his heart, and he secretly warned himself not to fall into the same trap as Wan Qingchun.

But when he thought about Han Feiyu's sadness that he had to get on that boat because he had added spices to the wine, he suddenly felt that he had fallen deeper than Wan Qingchun.

It’s always a miserable word.

When I turned around, I met Wan Qingchun's eyes, and for a moment I felt a sense of sympathy for each other, like brothers in distress.

After returning to Zhongyong Bo's Mansion, meals had been prepared.

The duo of Jiang Wulang and Wan Qingchun happened to catch up with Yang Ruoqing's new dish.

It was originally Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing who were dining together, but now it became four.

What Yang Ruoqing cooks is roast duck from the capital city in her previous life, hanging oven roast duck.

The palace's hanging oven roast duck uses a very unique method.

Don't disembowel the duck.

Just make a small hole in the duck, take out the internal organs, then pour boiling water into the duck's belly, then tie the small hole and hang it over the fire for roasting. This method does not allow the duck to lose water due to being roasted and is safe.

The skin of the duck is allowed to swell and not become soft during roasting. The skin of the roasted duck is very thin and crispy, which becomes the most delicious part of the roast duck.

The hanging stove has a furnace hole but no furnace door. It uses jujube wood, pear wood and other fruit trees as fuel, and uses an open fire.

When burning fruit wood, there is no smoke, the bottom fire is strong, and the burning time is long. After the duck is put into the furnace, the position of the duck should be regularly changed with a pick pole so that the duck is heated evenly and the whole body can be roasted.

The roasted duck is plump in appearance, maroon in color, crispy on the skin, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and has a fragrance of fruity wood. The taste becomes even more wonderful when you taste it carefully.

Yang Ruoqing baked it herself, and it was full of color and flavor. At this time, it had been cut into pieces and placed on the plate. It was paired with rich fruit wine and spicy grain wine, and it was a delicious dish.

"Qing'er's cooking has improved again. It's delicious and perfect!" Luo Fengtang praised while eating.

Instead, I fed Jiang Wulang and Wan Qingchun a big mouthful of dog food.
Chapter completed!