On the fifth day of the first month, the Geng Shang coalition army launched the second offensive against Kuimen, and the difference was that this time they came prepared, and Kuimen lost 3,000 people.

On the seventh day of the first month, the offensive of Geng Shang's coalition army was still rapid, and the two sides lost half of their manpower, and Mingjin withdrew his troops after dark.

Looking at the two pieces of information in front of him, Yang Youcai handed it to Cheng Xiaolian with a helpless face, if he estimated it well, it was estimated that Cheng Xiaolian would soon rush to Kuimen in person.

Who knew that Cheng Xiaolian casually threw the information to Yang Youcai after reading it: "Lord Qin has been through a hundred battles, from the Ming Dynasty to Burma, and then from Burma to kill, if you can't even deal with these, the Shanhe Army should also be handsome." ”

Yang Youcai seemed to know Cheng Xiaolian on the first day: "Your Highness, don't you go to Kuimen?" After saying this, he wanted to give himself a mouth, what to do with this mouth, in case it provoked Cheng Xiaolian's interest, it would be another trouble.

"My child is about to be born, and I won't go anywhere, besides, now we can sweep the Quartet, and it's always no problem to fight against a strong enemy, right?"

Yang Youcai slapped his face: "That's right!" Your Highness, you have to think about opening some, the generals who will naturally do the war, if you go to them and they can't let go, you have to send someone to take care of you, we used to be weak, we can only bite the bullet, now that our situation has improved, of course, Your Highness no longer needs to charge forward with armor. ”

Looking at Cheng Xiaolian's nodding, Yang Youcai suddenly wondered: "Your Highness, can I ask you a question?" ”

"If there's a fart, let it go."

"Which master persuaded you to change your mind, I must thank him well."

Cheng Xiaolian waved his hand: "Get out!" Lao Tzu is busy cooking for his wife, where can I take care of you. ”

Yang Youcai frowned: "Your Highness, the gentleman is far away from cooking!" ”

"Lao Tzu is not a gentleman, Lao Tzu is a villain."

Saying that, he plunged into the kitchen, and began to operate according to the steps on the kitchen note, he would never know how to cook, in his previous life, he was in addition to coding, but his wife had a body, and if he didn't do something, he really didn't want to go, so he asked the chefs in the house to write down the steps of cooking, cut the materials for him, and wait for him to make it himself.

He has done it with a knife, but he is not good at cutting vegetables with a kitchen knife, since the first day he cut the shredded potatoes into the size of French fries, he knows that he has no talent, anyway, there are people, presumably the ladies will not mind that this dish is not cut by him himself.

Yang Youcai was at the door looking at Cheng Xiaolian's appearance and suddenly became a little frightened, and ran to Confucius's house as soon as he slipped away.

"Master Kong, let me tell you, something is wrong."

"What's wrong? Could it be that His Highness heard the news of the war on the front line, and he wanted to go out in person? ”

"No, Your Highness has started cooking."

Confucius pouted when he heard this, and sat on the chair: "What's the fuss, why is this cooking bad, how good it is to stay in the house with peace of mind, if I say that I will marry a few more ladies and have more children." ”

"Master Kong, have you forgotten our Emperor Xizong of the Great Ming Dynasty? Wasn't it because he was obsessed with carpentry work and handed over all the political affairs to Wei Zhongxian that he caused a mess in the world. ”

Confucius coughed: "Where is this, how to cook for two days and become Emperor Xizong, are you too frizzy?" "That being said, he didn't dare to take it lightly, after all, the bloodline of Emperor Taizu is really too good, from Jiajing who cultivates the Tao to the apocalypse who does carpentry, one is more persistent than the other, His Royal Highness is wise and martial, but this bloodline is from the old Zhu family.

"Master Kong, I'm not a groundless person, I always feel a little unsteady when I look at His Highness's obsessive eyes."

"If you want me to say let's not worry, look at it for two more days, Your Highness is finally willing to stay at home with peace of mind, if you let us stir up, it won't be beautiful."

Cheng Xiaolian was soon not satisfied with cooking at home, because his skills were really average, at the beginning, several ladies were willing to coax him, praising his superb skills, and later he didn't use chopsticks much when eating, and every time he finished eating, he always had to return to his room, and the chefs in the house had already prepared exquisite dishes, and they ate again.

Paper can't hold the fire, where in the world is there an impermeable wall, this matter quickly let Cheng Xiaolian know, worried that the wives would be damaged, and immediately withdrew.

However, he has always been a person who is unwilling to admit defeat, so he decided to study cooking hard, and if he can't learn anything else, he can't believe that he can't learn this kind of thing.

He first found a basket of potatoes, learned to shred them every day, and didn't care if his hands were blistered.

Yang Youcai, who got the news, didn't have blisters on his hands, and there was already a circle of fire bubbles on his mouth.

"Master Kong, you can't wait, you think about the original Emperor Xizong, isn't the favorite carpenter work, we are also clear about the original situation, he because his father was not treated by the emperor, so he can only do carpenter work in a small room, who knows that the more he does, the more addicted, and finally become a full-time carpenter, our Ming emperors have emperors who often advise left and right, Emperor Xizong is because his father is not treated by his imperial grandfather so there is no good teacher to teach, our Royal Highness does not have an emperor now, Master Kong, Aren't you the emperor? ”

Confucius smiled bitterly: "Lord Yang, I think you are digging a pit for me to jump into?" Is it that His Highness wants to go on the expedition and is afraid that our people are unwilling, so he deliberately asked you to make these arguments, not to mention that His Highness only cut potatoes for a few days, that is, he cut them for a year and a half, I admit it, as for the things after a year and a half, let's talk about it. ”

Yang Youcai scratched his head: "My lord, your temper really changes." ”

"Hmph, I'm fifty years old, I don't know what kind of temperament he has, if he is allowed to stay in the house, he will be sick in less than three months. Just let him cut the potatoes, and if there aren't enough potatoes, I'll go find someone to buy them. ”

Potatoes were only introduced to China in the 16th century, and they were not cultivated much at this time, so Confucius said this kind of thing.

Yang Youcai touched his nose and could only go back in a gloomy manner, thinking in his heart: "Anyway, my task is to protect the safety of His Highness, as long as he is not in danger, it is fine that cutting potatoes is the same as cutting people." ”

Cheng Xiaolian couldn't cry or laugh after hearing about it afterwards, maybe it was really the last emperors of the Ming Dynasty who were too worry-free, so those courtiers were all soldiers.