Lu Di is the king, and the crown prince Lu Qu is the future king, for the sake of him, the current king, to destroy the reputation of the future king, as the king is unkind, as a father, how can he Lu Di bear it?

This suggestion won the support of Zhang Mengtan. The reason for Zhang Meng's talk is that the prince is the prince after all, and it is inevitable that he will make mistakes, but the king is the king, and the king cannot make mistakes, and he can't make mistakes, especially the rules and regulations he formulates to take the lead in making mistakes.

Lu Di thought about it for a long time, and finally agreed lonely, lamenting in her heart, she is really incompetent as a father, everyone is a cheat, and she wants to be a cheat!

"Father doesn't cry, the child grows up to protect you"

When Lao Tzu fell in Zhongnanshan, his tears were like springs, Lu Qu was still young at that time, but he stretched out his little hand to wipe his tears, and swore in his mouth.

Recalling the scene in the past, Lu Di's eyes couldn't help but shed tears, waved his hand, and asked the two to retreat.

"Qu'er, my father can't stand you!"

In fact, Lu Di, Zhang Mengtan and Zuo Qiu Ming all thought too much, even if Lu Di broke his promise and levied veterans again, there would not be too many people to oppose it, and most people would be willing.

Huainan County, an unknown small town, in a small teahouse, business is very prosperous, and many people brag and gag while drinking tea.

A rather sturdy middle-aged man, with a sword on the left side of his waist and a beautiful jade hanging on the right, was striding towards the tea shop.

After seeing the middle-aged man, the second child in the teahouse nodded hurriedly and invited into the teahouse and said, "The Mengzi is here, and you still drink a spring branch of Taihu Lake today?" ”

Meng Junzi deliberately fiddled with the sword on his waist, and said loudly: "Today, this gentleman does not drink a branch of spring in Taihu Lake, but drinks the purple bud tea that the Baipu people paid tribute to my king."

Meng Junzi's words instantly made all the people who drank tea and bragged and fart in the tea shop look sideways, Baipu people paid tribute to their own king tea, they had heard of it, it happened before the war was declared on the Song Dynasty, but it was the first time that this tribute tea was called purple bud tea.

In addition, Meng Junzi said that he wanted to drink purple bud tea, is there purple bud tea in this tea shop?

Many customers couldn't help but be angry, they were angry that the store had good tea but deliberately hid it and didn't disclose the news to them.

Facing the angry eyes of the customers, the shopkeeper ran out of the counter in fright, walked in front of Meng Junzi, and was about to cry, you must know that the people who drink tea and fart here are idle and painful scholars, where does he dare to offend a Jia people, he can only be busy saying: "Meng Junzi, purple bud tea is a rare thing in the sky, only Linzi there are noble people, within the small house, a small teahouse, where is it Meng Junzi, there is no purple bud tea in the store, there is really no!" ”

Meng Junzi saw the shopkeeper's expression of wanting to cry, and said angrily: "You don't have it, Lao Tzu has it!" ”

Yes!?

The shopkeeper fluttered when he heard this, and sat on the ground.

The scholars who drank tea and farted also stood up from the old wooden rattan chairs in shock, staring at Meng Junzi with big eyes.

"Old Meng, you didn't deceive us, did you? That's tribute tea, how can you have it? A scholar with the surname Wang was familiar with Meng Junzi, and after hearing Meng Junzi's words, he hurriedly walked over and said strangely.

Meng Junzi saw his acquaintance, smiled, carefully took out a paper bag from the pocket on his chest, and then opened the paper bag under the hope of everyone's eyes.

Suddenly, the entire tea shop took a breath of cool air and shouted in disbelief: "Sure enough, it's Ziya!" ”

Meng Junzi exclaimed quite proudly: "Naturally, it's Ziya!" ”

"Shopkeeper, why don't you cook some for me?" The eyes of the scholar surnamed Wang flashed, and he picked up the tea bag and immediately handed it to the shopkeeper, and then commanded.

Meng Junzi was anxious when he saw that the store had taken it all, and he wanted to stop it, but obviously the others would not follow his wishes, and they all stepped forward and pulled him to deliberately change the topic, using their voices and topics to block Meng Junzi, Meng Junzi wanted to cry without tears.

"Lao Meng, tell me the truth to my brother, where did you get that purple bud tea?" Everyone finally drank the purple bud tea, tasted it carefully, and found that it did have a different flavor compared with the taste of Taihu Spring, so some people asked curiously.

When Meng Junzi heard this, his momentum exploded, he patted his chest, and said proudly: "Isn't my fourth brother the king's Wei Lang?" Ahem, you know that."

When everyone saw that the gentleman said this, some were despised, some were envious, but their eyes were all hopeful, hoping that he could continue.

Meng Junzi's vanity was satisfied, and he coughed and said: "Didn't my fourth brother write a few days ago that he had made a contribution in the war to destroy the Song Dynasty and was appreciated by the king, and as soon as the king was happy, he rewarded him with this purple bud tea."

"And my fourth brother, you know a filial child, so you let someone take me"

"Oh!" Everyone was stunned, and then exclaimed, "What? The king has already destroyed the Song Dynasty? ”

Meng Junzi said: "Yes! Don't you know? I guess it was at least two months ago."

There was incomparable silence in the tea shop, then cheering, then silence, and finally everyone said with sad faces: "It's over, it's over!" Originally, I also expected that my kid could get some credit in the war to destroy the Song Dynasty, so that he could expand some fields for his family, slaves and wealth, but now it's okay, the Song country is a famous plain and fertile land! That's it! ”

"King, what are you doing to destroy Song so quickly? And you Song Guo, why are you so uncompetitive, at least you have to survive until my baby arrives, and then fall! ”

The crowd beat their chests and cried.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the tea shop is extremely strange and noisy.

Meng Junzi touched his nose and said, okay, there are still those who go to the battlefield with their own heirs!

However, Meng Junzi quickly understood why these people went to the battlefield with their own heirs and relatives, after all, there are not many countries in the world to destroy, there is no country to destroy, how can these ordinary scholars make meritorious deeds? Without meritorious, how can you climb to the rank of doctor?

Scholars can also be knighted through Dabi by reading, but that thing is too slow, and the chances of getting a doctor's title are also small. It's better to fight, come directly.

Meng Junzi suddenly felt extremely fortunate when he thought about it, glad that his fourth brother was Wei Lang next to the king, otherwise his family would also miss the opportunity to make meritorious contributions in the Song Kingdom!

It's just that the fourth brother obtained ten acres of good fertile land from the destruction of the Song Dynasty, how should he take care of it? Sold? The state strictly prohibits the sale of land, otherwise the minor will be deprived of the title, and the serious punishment will be killed. If you don't sell it, it's just ten acres, do you still send a family member to take care of it personally? Who wants to go? Even if he goes, after two or three generations, will the descendants of his family still recognize his own clan boss? Hey, a headache!

Meng Junzi had a headache, took the boiled purple buds, and drank them all.