I Xiaoxiong

Chapter 4 Xijing
The Great Jin Dynasty set up five capitals. In addition to the national capital Shangjing, there were four accompanying capitals, namely Daxing in Xijing, Jinyang in Beijing, Xingyuan in Nanjing, and Jianye in Tokyo.

Among them, Xijing Daxing Mansion is located in the southeast of Longshouyuan in Guanzhong. It is a beautiful place, and its scale is not inferior to that of Shangjing. After Taizu pacified the world, he actually chose Daxing as his capital at the beginning.

But at that time, Guanzhong was dilapidated because of the war, and there was even a shortage of food for a time, so food became a problem.

So at the beginning of the Taizong Dynasty, when there was a shortage of food, he often took the Manchu civil and military to Shangjing, where water transportation was developed, for food.

By the time of Xuanzong, the third emperor of the Jin Dynasty, Shangjing became the de facto capital of the country.

As the former capital of the country, Daxing Mansion still houses many clans and nobles, the most prominent of which is the current Xijing left-behind Yong Wang Zhao Shen.

King Yong's lineage was the descendant of Taizu, who had always been obedient, and Zhao Shenli was an uncle of the emperor, and his seniority and reputation in the clan were very high, so he was appointed as the left-behind in Xijing.

You must know that the left behind in Xijing has great authority, controlling the [-] forbidden troops in Guanzhong, and also managing the guards of the Guanzhong Army Mansion.

After Zhao Shenli learned that Fu Maoxiu had arrived in Xijing, he immediately invited other nobles from the clan in Daxing Mansion to accompany him, and hosted a banquet for the emperor's confidant.

At the same time, the left-behind mansion was ordered to fully cooperate with the recruitment of westward army horses.

After Fu Maoxiu received the invitation from Prince Yong's son, he specifically asked who was in the banquet?
After learning that King Qi, Prince Xiangping, Marquis of Lantian, Uncle Pingyang and many other dignitaries from the clan were present, as well as the governor of Daxing Prefecture, they happily went there.

Fu Maoxiu was not showing off, but just to avoid suspicion.The presence of so many people means that this is a public banquet, and he can go there with confidence. If he is the only one invited, then it is absolutely impossible to go.

Fu Maoxiu went to the banquet, and Fu Jinchuan took dozens of followers to wander around the West Market in Daxing City to see what novelties there were, and to replenish supplies by the way.

At noon, I found a famous mutton soup restaurant in Xishi for lunch.

Dozens of people happened to fill up several tables in the store.

The mutton soup boiled into milky white is fragrant and steaming, and the golden sesame seed cakes baked in the store are delicious.

Fu Jinchuan's dozens of followers, the younger ones are similar to his age, they are all hereditary trilogy, they have accompanied Fu Jinchuan's martial arts practice as guards since childhood, and the rest are middle-aged men, and they are all martial arts practitioners People with big appetites.The chef who cut the meat and made the biscuits was so busy.

"This soup tastes good, not worse than the one in Shangjing."

Listening to Fu Jinchuan's evaluation, the shopkeeper smiled a little more, and said quite proudly.

"What Lang Jun said is true. He said that this mutton is better from our Guanzhong. It's not that Mr. E is talking big. The mutton soup of E's family in Daxing City is also very famous. Many important people have come here to drink soup. When Marshal Fu, the British Duke, stayed behind in Xijing, he came to E’s house to drink mutton soup, and Marshal Fu was so mighty.”

"Hahaha."

Dozens of followers laughed when they heard the boss say that Lang Junzu is the ancestor.

"What are you guys laughing at? E Lao Chen never speaks big words."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Forget it, forget it, I won't tell you this, all the heroes who came to Beijing eat and drink well. I'll give you a reminder later."

When the boss went to the back kitchen, Fu Jinchuan asked seriously, "Old Huang, have I really been here?"

Huang Zhengong nodded, "I should have been here, but the old Patriarch was in Daxing City for five or six years, and he ate at all the famous restaurants in the city. There are so many that I can't remember."

Fu Jinchuan had such an expression.

It's not a big talk, but there's nothing commendable about it.

Because many shops outside can say: "Back then."

After lunch, Fu Jinchuan was wandering in the West Market. A few of his subordinates asked Fu Jinchuan for leave, saying that they would go to the famous Pingkangfang in the city to have some fun.

Fu Jinchuan let them go without even thinking about it. After all, they are all middle-aged men, and they can't take their families with them when fighting. No one has any needs.

As a result, most of the dozens of people dispersed, and there were only a dozen people left, most of whom were young men from the Duke's Mansion, who followed Fu Jinchuan.

"Old Zheng, why didn't you go?"

Fu Jinchuan smiled and asked about a man beside him. He was more than eight feet tall and looked about 35 or 200 years old.

"Let's not talk about my husband, my thighs are getting calloused, and my back is sore from riding horses for the past few days, so I don't care about that anymore."

"Hahahaha." The followers who didn't go all laughed loudly.

Old Zheng's name was Zheng Fengchun, and he was the head of the famous butcher gang in Shangjing, known as Zheng Butcher.He looks old with a beard, but he is actually only 24 or [-] years old.

He is born with good strength and has also practiced some martial arts. He is also a well-known murderer on the rivers and lakes of Shangjing.

When Fu Jinchuan held the "Heroes of Shangjing" banquet, he told them that if anyone wanted to seek a future in the army, he could go to the northwest with him.

As soon as Zheng Fengchun got hot-headed at the time, he clamored to go with "Loyalty Saburo" to chop off the heads of barbarians, so as to earn military merits and become a general.

In fact, he forgot after saying this, who knew that when he returned home the next night, he saw the military horse and armor sent by the Duke's mansion, as well as the nine-rank Renyong school lieutenant issued by the Ministry of War to report his death.

Zheng Fengchun had a headache seeing these things, while his father Zheng Laocheng burst into tears when he saw the confession, saying that the Zheng family was hopeful.

After all, three generations of the Zheng family have been butchers. Even if they run several butcher shops and sell live pigs, they have a lot of property, but it is unthinkable to be an official.

But now that Zheng Fengchun has blown out some bullshit, and he hasn't fought anyone yet, the Duke's Mansion has arranged for him to be an official.

Although Captain Renyong is only the lowest rank nine martial arts official, it will be different with this official status.

He is no longer a butcher, nor is he a tycoon in the market.

It's military officer.

So this Zheng Fengchun was heartbroken and followed Fu Jinchuan away.

And he also knew that if he said this, he couldn't think about it.

But Zheng Fengchun, who had never ridden a horse before, rode a horse for a few days suddenly, his thighs were almost worn out, and his legs were a little bowed when he walked these days.

"It's all trivial, just ride more horses."

Fu Jinchuan didn't ride a horse much these days, and Fu Jinchuan, who had been riding a car all the time, smiled and comforted him, neither in his mouth nor in his heart at all.

To put it bluntly, the thing of sharing weal and woe is actually a gimmick, which is used by the coach to buy people's hearts and boost morale when the army is in crisis.

The hierarchy is strict, and Weifu is the norm in the military.

Fu Jinchuan, the general's disciple, understood this truth a long time ago.

A group of people wandered aimlessly, but they didn't know that someone was following Fu Jinchuan.

To be precise, Hong Ming was eyeing Fu Jinchuan's saber.

"Long Dao Hongming, horizontal saber style, shaped like a long sword, the blade is three feet two inches long and three fingers wide, the blade is engraved with auspicious cloud ripples, the handle is one foot long, wrapped with black silk, from the hand of the famous craftsman Gongsun Chi, no matter Both the material and the technique are top-notch in the world. If you are using a famous sword master, you may not be able to rank among the famous swords.”

Not far away, after seeing Fu Jinchuan's saber, a man in commoner clothes told its origin like a treasure.

"Master Yuan, do you think it's a famous sword?" A slightly frivolous young man in brocade clothes, about [-] or [-] years old, was shaking a fan in his hand. It's already autumn, but he didn't know what he was fanning.

"Although this knife is relatively unknown, it is indeed from the hands of a famous master."

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan explained.

"Hey, that kid in black over there, what about you? I'm calling you. Did you hear that?"

When Fu Jinchuan heard the black clothes, he guessed that he might be calling him, so he turned around and saw the young man in brocade clothes waving his fan, with "Come and beat me" written on his face.

"Yeah, isn't it good? Whose family do you belong to? It's such a big show, and there are people in Xijing City who are bigger than me. You have so much courage when you go out with so many guards."

The middle-aged people around him didn't have time to dissuade him, the young man in brocade clothes had already offended him.

Fu Jinchuan brought more than a dozen guards here, who looked like Lianjiazi at first glance, and these people were very unfamiliar. Recently, some nobles from Shangjing passed by. A middle-aged man surnamed Yuan had guessed Fu Jinchuan's identity. Eight.

Fu Jinchuan saw the not-so-intelligent young man in front of him, looked him up and down,
It turned out that he didn't even think about beating him up.

"What's your name?" Fu Jinchuan asked.

"My name. You can ask me what my name is? But I am happy today, sir, because your knife will be mine in a while, so I will tell you, listen carefully. My name is Zhao Fubo. My grandfather is left behind in Xijing. King Yong is a thousand years old."

Zhao Fubai believed that no one in Xijing would dare not give face to Prince Yong's Mansion.

Fu Jinchuan nodded: "Okay, I understand, I will beat you up later."

Zhao Fubo: "Huh?"

".Don't worry, you'll get a bruised nose and a swollen face at most, and it won't hurt your bones. Don't worry about that. I, Fu Sanlang, keep what I say. In fact, I really don't want to do it. But the atmosphere is here, and it's not appropriate not to do it."

Then the Young Master in Jinyi named Zhao Fubai was beaten up under the watchful eyes of his own guard and master.

He couldn't understand why some people dared to beat him in Xijing, and he also couldn't understand why "Master Yuan" was watching.

"Master Yuan" didn't want to watch, but just as he was about to stop him, Huang Zhengong pinched his wrist with three fingers.

The Qi machine in his body was blocked, as if he had been frozen, so he could only stand on the spot, watching the young prince's nose and face bruised and swollen from the beating.

You really keep your word.

(End of this chapter)