C813 sharpening knife (1/2)
”How do you know you won't make it without trying? You've only seen the power of the enemy, why can't you count the resources in your hands? ” Er Mao poured a bowl of warm tea on Zai Chun, then turned his head towards the window and said. ”Go and make a pot of rice porridge for His Majesty, and also make some light pickled vegetables …”
While making the porridge, Er Mao started to advise the little emperor, ”His Majesty is no longer that child locked in the palace. Although you are only twelve years old, there aren't many people in Great Qing who can surpass you in terms of knowledge …”
”Three hundred guards are three hundred basic officer s and they are currently training hard in the new army camp. I dare not say that all of them are of the general's material, but they are still qualified to be the Queue length. As long as His Majesty is ready, these three hundred people can easily produce ten thousand elites, or thirty thousand soldiers …”
Money is not a problem at all. With your shares in the Fusang Bank, the dividends from the bank will be enough to support His Majesty's army of 10,000 every year. Not to mention that you will not be able to use your private money to raise troops forever.
”Wherever the enemy is, we will send a call over. What is there to be afraid of from the start to the end?” ”I've listened for half a day because you're afraid of the enemy's insidious methods. Just a moment ago, you mentioned three or four assassination methods …”
”What's wrong with you? Have you forgotten that there is no night in the world, and no other day? Do you have to go somewhere dark? Why do you have to tie your hands together and follow them into battle when you have to find your own turf to fight on? ”
”So what if you live in Beijing? As long as you have the ambition, the whole world will be your capital!”
Zai Chun's blood started to boil. He stood up and started to walk around the room, ”That's right, why do I always want to fight at their home ground? They have everything in their hands, so why shouldn't I be the loser? ”
”As long as I jump out of the cage, what can they do to me? Who dares to question my inheritance right? ”
Er Mao smiled and said, ”That's right, your majesty. You are Long Xing Yu Ye in Ryukyu. Although there is no personal authority, the order is to gather 300 Baji s in the capital. Who would dare to stop you?”
”Can you think about it? If this were in the Forbidden City, would anyone listen to your orders? Forget about the three hundred guards, I remember the last time you wanted to open a room in Yangxin Palace, and change it into a small kitchen so that you can eat a few hot meals everyday.
”Those people can totally use the so-called ancestral family rules to control you, is it really the ancestral family rules that govern you? You have requested for three hundred guards to come to Ryukyu, there is no precedent in the family laws of our ancestors, how did you manage to pass? ”
To put it bluntly, the capital city belongs to someone else. The ancestral family law is just a front, they formed a group of people to fight with you, and you can't beat them, but you can't beat them. On the surface, they kowtowed to you, but in their eyes, you're just a grandson …
Hairy # 2's words was like a knife that stabbed into the little emperor's lungs. The furious Zai Chun shouted out loud, ”That's right, there are a lot of ways to cook every day, but none of them tastes good. Even if it's one of the three dishes in Ryukyu, it's still fresh ….”
”Make me eat eunuch's saliva all day long, disgusting! ”I want to eat a mouthful of hot broth noodles, they're all cooked …” Of course, Zai Chun didn't know that a bowl of noodles had been brought over from the royal kitchen, and that he was only bathing in water all the way.
Although a simple meal was a small matter, it also proved the authority of the Emperor in the Forbidden City. Let alone the laws of the ancestors, who dared to give the three emperors Kang Yong to eat warm fire food? Even if the imperial kitchens were to be renovated, it would only be a matter of words.
Even if it was Jia Qing, Daoguang, or Xian Feng's master, no one would dare to refute their decree in the Forbidden City.