surnamed Wang

Chapter 33
The next morning, in the private courtyard of His Highness the Eighth Prince, Wang Gingquan was chasing an eunuch with a knife. The eunuch ran in front while begging for mercy, while Wang Gingquan chased after him disheveled. The scene was quite funny, and finally the two surrounded the courtyard On the stone table in the middle of the game, King Qin played around the column.

Just now, Wang Gangquan, who was still asleep, was awakened by a sharp "imperial decree", and he was completely angry. He had been frightened by the eunuch who sent the message before, and today he went too far. He wanted to die, so he grabbed the knife hidden under the bed and rushed out.

It was said that the eunuch saw a black shadow coming towards him, and only found out that it was His Highness the Eighth Highness, holding a shiny machete in his hand. Although he didn't know what this ancestor wanted to do, driven by instinct, The eunuch ran away anyway.

"Your Highness, what are you doing, the little one is just here to read the imperial decree."

There are iron laws in the dynasty, and seeing the imperial decree is like seeing the holy majesty in person, but Wang Gangquan is a person who doesn't even care about the emperor, so he is afraid that you will use the imperial decree?
"You dog slave, go back to me and jump, I will cut your tonsils today!"

It was said that although the eunuch didn't know what the tonsils were, he guessed that it must be an important part, so he ran faster.

Wang Gangquan just wanted to teach him a lesson, if he was serious, the other party might not have a chance to react at all.

After chasing around the stone table for a while, Wang Gangquan finally stopped.Seeing that he finally stopped, the eunuch hurriedly continued to beg for mercy, and he didn't know how he offended this master.

Wang Gangquan stared at the eunuch in front of him, "Forgive you for now, the imperial decree is down, you can get out."

It was said that the eunuch seemed to be pardoned, and he wiped his sweat without forgetting to thank him, put the imperial decree on the stone table, and then ran away.

Wang Gangquan already knew the general content without reading the imperial decree, it was nothing more than a matter of becoming a king.

He guessed right. In the early morning today, the emperor announced in front of civil and military officials that he would make Wang Quanquan a prince. The ministers also expressed their approval. After all, although Wang Quanquan is a "fool", he is extremely popular Beloved, if His Majesty gets old and confused in a few years, if one day His Majesty the Eighth Highness canonize as the crown prince, wouldn't it be a big joke for the world.

Wang Gingquan glanced at the imperial decree hastily, and the general meaning was the same as he guessed, he was named King Ankang, the palace was in the middle of Beijing, and the feudal land was in the outskirts of Beijing.Usually the prince would live in a corner or guard one side, but His Highness the Eighth Prince was left in the capital. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that it was His Majesty taking care of this young son who couldn't even take care of himself.

After closing the imperial decree, Wang Quanquan exhaled foul breath and muttered to himself: "Father's arrangement is indeed appropriate, this is the name..." Because "King Ankang" always reminded him of a fish that lived on the seabed, although eating It tastes delicious, but looks like it has been irradiated. This fish is also called Ankang.

Wang Gangquan looked back at his small courtyard and sighed.

"I'm moving..."

In the afternoon of that day, the emperor sent a group of court ladies and eunuchs and a team of guards to help clean it up, giving people a feeling that they wished Wang Gangquan to leave quickly, and they might have really thought about it in private.

Wang Gangquan doesn't have many things, except for some clothes and a few ornaments, the most probably are the books on the two bookshelves. I thought that with the IQ of His Highness the Eighth Prince, he would basically say goodbye to books in this life. What kind of crazy smoking, insisted on taking them all away, although these people didn't say anything, they laughed secretly in their hearts.

Wang Gangquan looked at the respectful expressions of these people on the surface, and knew that they must be slandering him again.

"I also want to take away the jujube tree in the yard, which was specially given to me by my father."

"This...Your Highness, people move to live, trees move to die, and the tree will die if its root is injured."

The one who spoke was the captain of the guard who brought the troops. This tree removal is a big project, and he tried to fool it with words.This little trick of his can't be fooled by Wang Gingquan. At first, he saw them looking down on others and trying to punish them, but now he really fooled himself for a fool. The tree was still moved today!

"I don't care. If you're afraid of hurting the roots, you can dig it with your hand. If the tree dies, you can't even think about living."

The more polite some people were to him, the more excited he was. Seeing that he couldn't be fooled, the captain of the guard also put away his contempt, and went down to arrange people honestly.Originally, the moving could be done in an hour, but because of the jujube tree, it took an entire afternoon.

A group of people drove their carriages to Wang Bingquan's new palace. At the end of the caravan was a jujube tree nearly ten meters long. Wang Bingquan sat on the trunk, picking dates from the tree and throwing them to the onlookers from time to time. The masses, no matter how you look at it, don't look like they are smart.

Ankang Palace is a ready-made, ancestral dynasty system, the prince can be crowned king when he is ten years old. Since the accident at the age of five, Wang Gingquan has been stupid and has not improved. As time goes by, the emperor has given up the idea of ​​passing the throne to him. When he was ten years old, he ordered people to build this palace. After five years, the Ankang Palace, which covers an area of ​​more than [-] mu, was finally built.Although the palace was completed, His Highness the Eighth Prince's intelligence did not improve, so he lived in the palace temporarily, and the palace was left idle.

When they arrived at their destination, all the servants went to work.On the other hand, Wang Gangquan took a leisurely tour of this Nuoda palace.

It can be seen that a lot of thought has been put into the design of the palace. A pair of stone lions at the entrance are three meters high.There are countless pavilions and pavilions in the mansion. According to the servants, there are 66 houses here, which have the auspicious meaning of Liuliu Dashun.

The landscape in the mansion is also done with great care. It is built according to the gardens in the south of the Yangtze River.As Wang Gangquan walked, he couldn't help sighing that it was too extravagant. It would be great if it could be directly discounted.

Wang Gangquan walked for a long time without reaching the end, and couldn't help but sigh how big the courtyard is.

"Huh? I seem to have been to this place before, I seem to have lost my way..."

In the end, Wang Gingquan couldn't find a way out after walking around for half an hour. He had no choice but to find a hidden place and jump on the roof overlooking the entire courtyard. Only then did he realize that he had walked around from the southwest corner to the northeast corner just now.

After working all afternoon, everything was packed. The eunuchs and maids who were in charge of helping the move were left behind to take care of Wang Quanquan's daily life, and the guards were also left behind to take care of security.

At night, Wang Gingquan sat alone in the room, this room could be four or five times the size of the original hut, and the entire palace was countless times larger than the previous small courtyard.Although the house is bigger, it is also quite deserted. Think about it, since time travel, the only person who can talk is Xiaochunzi. Later, Xiaochunzi died, and now there is not even one person who can talk in Nuoda’s house. All gone.

Looking at the moonlight outside, Wang Bingquan fell into deep thought as he sipped the 50-year-old wine from the emperor's wine cellar.

(End of this chapter)