Ding Tian's Ancient Life

"This king has his own arrangements for this matter." Wang Zuo gave Ding Tian a fried shrimp bun: "Hurry up and eat."

"Oh..." Ding Tian was worried when he heard that, he was afraid that the emperor would come with an imperial decree that Wang Zuo would have to marry if he didn't want to marry.

These days, imperial edicts are something that cannot be refuted.

Unless they want to rebel, generally no one will "defy the imperial decree". This thing is ordered by the emperor, and the emperor is "golden mouth and jade words"

what.

But seeing what Wang Zuo meant, he wasn't worried at all, so... Ding Tian had no choice but to believe in his ability.

It is every lover's right to leave all the troublesome things to the other party!

Well, Ding Tian ate his breakfast cheerfully.

It was Mi Ying who asked Wang Zuo, "The emperor liked the miso you sent back last time. Do you have more this year?"

"Baijiang?" Wang Zuo frowned.

This year he made some with Ding Tian, ​​but he didn't cook too much. He originally planned to eat it by himself. Who would have thought that the emperor's uncle would like it?

Mi Ying's ability to ask for it was basically the emperor's own will.

"Yes!" Ding Tian quickly raised his hand: "Lord Mi, yes! The two jars are specially made for the emperor to use by the prince. Let me tell you here, every grain of soybeans is personally selected by the prince..."

Wang Zuo frowned a little. He was indeed dragged by Ding Tian to pick up a basket of soybeans during the festival on August [-]th.

Well, this is not considered "deception".

Mi Ying was satisfied: "The emperor likes your two jars of soybean paste, and other treasures are just for the sake of money, the emperor

Not interested at all, our Long Live Lord, we are really kind to you, the second prince jumped up and down all day and always wanted to come out to lead the army, but guess what happened? "

"How did the emperor deal with him?" Wang Zuo didn't say anything, but Ding Tian laughed.

"Your Majesty, let the guards in the palace command the second prince to be trained as an ordinary guard. In less than a month, the second prince can't stand it!" Mi Ying didn't know if she really didn't like those princes, or if she was brave enough. Daddy, he laughed at the embarrassing things about the princes: "The training of the guards is so hard, he didn't keep up with his meal, he was scolded by the emperor!"

Ding Tian was greatly disappointed: "Huh? The dignified prince, can't even bear this bit of hardship?"

The guards in the palace, and he is still the prince, what trouble can he have?It's nothing more than being tired during training, and the food and clothing must be the best.

If it was him, he would definitely be able to hold on.

"Master Ding, you don't know that the emperor asked the chief guard to train His Highness the Second Highness, but he let the Second Highness sleep with the guards in the Datong bunk!" Mi Yingle said irresistibly: "The Datong bunks of the guards are also divided into clean and unclean. , some of the third-class guards' Datong shop, the room is very smelly, especially in winter, if you don't open the windows to let the smell out, it can kill people! The Second Highness has endured the training, but he can't stand the mess?"

"Ah?" When Ding Tian thought of the situation, he immediately became happy: "So that's how it is!"

How could a second-generation emperor who grew up in a clean environment endure that kind of sleeping environment like a pig's nest?

"The emperor and the second highness scolded me a lot, but when the second highness returned to the harem, he murmured to the concubine De, saying that he didn't expect such a dirty place in the palace." Mi Ying sighed: "This is heaven. Huang Guizhou's delicacy."

"Is the emperor deliberately disgusting the second highness?" Ding Tian could imagine the second highness's mood at that time.

It simply cannot be described in words!

Back then, Ding Tian’s high school dormitory was like this. Three years of high school life, at that time he only cared about his studies, and they were all a bunch of young teenagers, who would clean up the house?

Such a womanly job is not something that little men would do.

When the summer vacation was over, Ding Tian went back to school and opened the door of the dormitory... His mood at that time..., really

Some nostalgia.

"Actually, what the emperor did was right." Wang Zuo didn't think so: "In the barracks, even a general, the living environment is not much better than that of a soldier. The guards in the palace, at least every three to five days. They are on duty, and because they are guarding the imperial palace, for the sake of the face of the royal family, but also for the face of the court, they have to dress cleanly and decently, even if they are dirty and messy, they will not be bad, but in In the military camp, it is good to be able to take hot baths three or five times in a winter. It is a pleasure to have hot water to soak your feet at night. Ordinary soldiers can soak their feet once every ten days and feel comfortable all night. the army

The battalion...haha...but it's not as messy as the guard camp. "

Wang Zuo was a man who had stayed in the army camp. He really ate the same food as the soldiers, and maybe he lived in a better place. Otherwise, why would he be so comfortable in northern Xinjiang?

If he didn't tell, Ding Tian didn't even know.

However, Ding Tian had also been to the military camp, but his treatment was much better than Wang Zuo's... He enjoyed all the treatment that Wang Zuo should have.

"The first prince wants to use his marriage to get help; the second prince wants to gain military power by joining the army; what about the third prince?" Wang Zuo inquired slowly: "Are you still so in need of beating?"

The corner of Mi Ying's mouth twitched: "It's okay, it's okay!"

how to say?

Now the third prince always walks around Prince Ning's mansion when he goes out.

"Huh?" Wang Zuo looked at Mi Ying: "The third prince has changed his ways?"

"No, the third prince... seems to have hooked up with the Marquis of Changchun." Mi Ying said in a low voice: "And it seems that I also know your second master...."

Ding Tian asked curiously: "What does the Marquis of Changchun do? Their family has a queen mother and a Ning beauty, what else?"

He always heard them mention Changchun Marquis Mansion, and he became curious.

"Oh, the Marquis of Changchun's Mansion is a famous family." Mi Ying quickly changed the subject and introduced the Marquis of Changchun to Ding Tian: "The Marquis of Changchun, the first Marquis of Changchun, was built in Changchun City in the east. Those savages wrapped in wild boar skin killed a river of blood, and they dare not enter the gates of Changchun City! Because of military merits, because of their outstanding meritorious service, the founding emperor granted his family three generations without descending to become a noble; the second generation of Changchun Hou is also a ruthless character. He was the coach of the second generation of Changchun Hou when he won the victory in Shanhaiguan; but the third generation of Changchun Hou was incompetent, so he lost his military power. The battle is over. The current generation is the fourth Marquis of Changchun. It was supposed to be reduced to the rank of nobility, but isn’t this the Queen Mother’s family? The emperor allowed them to continue the Changchun Marquis for another generation, which is considered a reward for the Queen Mother’s family. Otherwise, the Empress Dowager's natal family, no matter what, must be the title of Duke Cheng'en... However, the generation of the Marquis of Changchun has declined. So far, Marquis of Changchun have only daughters and no sons. There are nine daughters born in the family , known as the 'Nine Fairies' in Beijing... It's Changchun Hou's second brother's family, who also has five daughters, but only his first wife gave birth to a son when she was 20 years old. After five years of marriage, the whole family looked after her eyes. like……,,

Ding Tian understood that if there was nothing wrong with the Marquis of Changchun, the only male had to be adopted by the Marquis of Changchun, otherwise...according to the regulations, those who have no heirs will be expelled.

After listening to the gossip, Ding Tian's belly swelled up after eating this breakfast.

Mi Ying didn't stay here for too long. Three days later, the people he sent out came back.

.

When we came, there were more than 200 carts, and when we went back, there were also more than 200 carts.

What was pulled back were not only the New Year gifts and treasures presented by His Highness King Ning to the emperor, but also gifts from local officials to the emperor, and various gadgets privately given to Mi Ying.

Ding Tian is also a lord now, so he has to give the palace some meaning.

This is difficult, Ding Tian thought for a long time, what can he do?

It was Mi Ying who gave him an idea: "The rabbit fur down cushion you gave me last time is pretty good."

Ding Tian went home immediately and stuffed a down mattress, which was light, soft and elastic, wrapped in a layer of cotton gauze to make the down stick to it, then wrapped in a layer of fine silk, and finally a layer of small Lambskin.

Roll around with yellow fox fur.

It looked very high-end. In addition, Ding Tian also packed two jars of high-grade spicy cabbage, which was pickled for Wang Zuo. Naturally, the taste was much better than the simple spicy cabbage made by Aunt Jin and the others.

As for Wang Zuo, he really brought two jars of miso to the emperor, and Ding Tian picked out a good jar and filled it up.

After Mi Ying left, Wang Zuo asked Ding Tian nervously, "Did you give him all the miso?"

Only he and Ding Tian will eat this miso...or rather, only he will eat it, because Ding Tian can eat other miso, so he won't take a bite!

He only believes that the soybean paste he brews is clean.

In winter, everything stewed with miso is delicious. Without miso, how much would he have to eat less?

"Where can it be?" Ding Tian patted him on the shoulder to reassure him: "What I gave him was the miso I made, the one you made

, I left it for you, it didn't move at all. "

"I'll go and have a look!" Wang Zuo was worried, after all he went to the warehouse to have a look before he came out satisfied: "We will have braised crucian carp with sauce tonight!"

Ding Tian nodded: "Yeah, as long as you like it."

who?The bit of miso he made himself has already been eaten, okay?Afterwards, all I ate was the miso made by him, the same recipe, the same ingredients, and he deserved it for not being able to eat it.

In the final analysis, it is still a psychological problem.

After dismissing Mi Ying, Ding Tian found a time to tell Jin Buhuan about his going to the capital: "I only mentioned this matter to you, others don't know about it yet."

"Wherever you are going, I will follow." Jin Buhuan said a little shyly, "But can I wait until autumn next year before I move to the capital?"

"Why?" Ding Tian couldn't understand. Isn't it convenient to move together?

"Xing'er has..." Jin Buhuan cheerfully announced, "I'm going to be a father."

"Oh!" Ding Tian was immediately happy: "Congratulations!"

"Well, after she gave birth and confinement, it's just in time for the autumn harvest. After the autumn harvest is over, I will sell the harvest and go to the capital to find you." Jin Buhuan said: "You go to make a stop first, we will It’s coming soon, you probably have to leave in summer, right? Don’t you have to tidy up those fields in your house? Don’t you need to keep the house when you’re not here?”

This question... Ding Tian hasn't thought about it yet.

When Jin Buhuan looked at him like that, he knew that he didn't think so comprehensively: "Those must be considered first. And, who should I take to the capital? Who should I not take? You have to ask, I think Ma Liu and his family It’s appropriate to follow along, Cui Jiu let him run the dim sum shop here! But Zheng Dang... In fact, this kid is not bad, if you want to cultivate him, take him out to see the world... By the way , you go to the capital, what is your identity? Are you still a prisoner? Where is the prisoner?"

Ding Tian smiled embarrassingly: "I haven't made a plan yet, but there is such a thing, let me tell you, look at you, who will follow me? I'll make another plan."

"Then you can go back and make a good plan." Jin Buhuan waved his hand: "Go, go, it's a bit too early to talk about it now, after the spring plowing next year, it won't be too late to talk about it."

"Oh..." Ding Tian returned home with his head drooping, and Cui Jiu came before he could sort out these things.

"Ding Siyu, I'm here to propose marriage!" As soon as Cui Jiu came, he bowed his hands very politely and said something that Ding Tian couldn't figure out.