Prince Rui's Palace.
In the study, one person was sitting and the other was standing.
The one sitting was the third prince Zhao Shu, and the one standing was his uncle Wang Mincai.
Zhao Shu was holding a piece of paper in his hand, on which was the list of applicants for this recruitment.
After reading the list, Zhao Shu handed the paper to Wang Mincai.
"Uncle, sit down." Zhao Shu said.
"Yes." Wang Mincai took the paper and sat down.
"What do you think of the people above?" Zhao Shu asked.
There are three generals in the court now: General Gu, General Cao, and Lao Liu's uncle. The military power of the Great Zhou falls into the hands of these three.
Therefore, this selection of Wuqu Hall is very important to Zhao Shu. If he can select a great general to assist him, he will be even more powerful and will not be so passive.
His father had intentionally given him this opportunity to participate in the selection process, and this must have been his intention. Therefore, he must seize these two opportunities.
"These two are from the Sun family of Le'an, and they are descendants of the Sun family. The ancestors of the Sun family have produced several military strategists. The teaching materials in the current Wuqu Hall also include books written by the Sun family. Your Highness, a tiger father will have a dog son. I think these two are good." Wang Mincai said.
Zhao Shu closed his eyes and looked pensive.
He'll know when he has time to go and check it out. He hopes these two people won't let him down.
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Marquis' Mansion.
evening.
Sanbao was taking a nap in the room.
Lord Wu Hou was wandering around Sanbao's door with the birdcage in his hand. He watched the sun set in the west and was delighted to see that Sanbao had not woken up yet.
It seems that Sanbao's interest in the beggar was like his interest in cats and dogs, and he quickly forgot about it.
That beggar was not a good person to begin with, it’s good that he forgot about the Three Treasures.
Just when Lord Wu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the door of the room suddenly opened and a little head popped out.
Sanbao's eyes were hazy. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Lord Wu Hou.
"Grandpa, you've been waiting for me~" He just woke up and still had a baby voice.
She came out and sobered up a little: "Grandpa, don't worry, we'll go right away, and the beggar uncle won't starve."
Lord Wu: “…”
How does this make it seem like he cares about the beggar?
Sanbao asked his servants to prepare food and wine, and then he and Lord Wu went towards a familiar place.
The beggar was still there, but he was even dirtier, with one hand hanging down.
Sanbao hurried over and asked, "What happened? Did they beat you again?"
The beggar opened his eyes and glanced at her: "Mind your own business."
"Does it hurt?" Sanbao asked.
The beggar's eyes flashed: "It doesn't hurt."
"I'll bring you medicine tomorrow. Eat first." Sanbao said, handing the lunch box to the beggar.
The beggar was not polite and started eating. During the meal, he also made many suggestions about the food, and Sanbao wrote down every one of them.
You are so rude!
Lord Wu was so angry that he was fuming, but he still endured it.
"What's wrong with your hand?" Sanbao asked, looking at his drooping arm.
"It's broken." He said casually, as if a broken hand was no big deal.
Sanbao frowned and thought for a moment: "Or you can come home with me. I have a very good doctor at home who can help you with your hand."
The beggar looked at Sanbao and said firmly: "Little girl, are you so nice to everyone? Do you know who I am? Just take me home?"
Lord Wu nodded vigorously as he listened. The beggar finally spoke some sensible words.
"I'm just doing it for your own good. I don't know who you are, but I know you're a good person." Sanbao's little face was full of seriousness.
He's a good person...
——'What are you afraid of? You are not a bad person, you won't kill innocent people, right?'
I remember someone saying something like this to him.
He is a killer with blood on his hands, yet some people say he is not a bad person.
The beggar chuckled.
Sanbao held his chin and looked at him: "Uncle, you smiled."
Sanbao was very curious about what his face looked like under his scruffy beard. Would it look as familiar to her as his eyes?
The beggar quickly regained his expressionless face.
"Will you come back with me?"
"No." The beggar turned over and faced Sanbao with his back.
Sanbao didn't care. He left the wine and left with the empty lunch box.
The next day.
Sanbao came on time again, bringing a food box, wine, and medicine.
The beggar ignored the medicine and opened the food box, only to find that there was more meat inside. This was a request he had made yesterday, but he didn't expect the little girl to have taken note of it.
The beggar had a full meal and enjoyed it very much.
"Are you good at martial arts?" This time, the beggar took the initiative to bring up the topic.
When it comes to martial arts, Sanbao is particularly proud.
She straightened her back and patted her chest.
"Of course, I'm awesome."
"Show me a few tricks," said the beggar.
Sanbao immediately stood up, posed, and then threw a punch. His small body flipped and jumped, and his set of boxing moves was powerful and extremely handsome.
The beggar held a small stone in his hand and flicked it gently. The stone fell under Sanbao's knees, and the next moment, Sanbao fell to the ground.
Sanbao was lying on the ground, still a little confused.
"Little girl, you haven't practiced enough." The beggar said with a smile.
Sanbao got up from the ground, somewhat angrily saying, "You're cheating!"
"How are you cheating? When you are fighting against an enemy, if the enemy makes such a move, won't you be defeated?" said the beggar.
Sanbao thought about it carefully and it did make sense.
"Then how can I improve?" Sanbao asked modestly.
The beggar gave some pointers.
Sanbao started practicing according to the beggar's instructions.
After this practice, Sanbao felt that it was much smoother and more aggressive than before.
Lord Wu seemed to be playing with birds, but actually his eyes were always on them. He turned his head and stared at the beggar with deep eyes for a long time. It seemed that this beggar was really not simple.
Could it be that the little grandson had already seen something?
That's impossible. My grandson is so young. It must be a coincidence.
After this instruction, the distance between Sanbao and the beggar became closer.
Sanbao looked at the medicine thrown at his feet, then looked back at him, his big black eyes full of confusion: "Uncle, I have a question that I'm curious about. Those people beat you up, but you didn't resist, and you didn't seek treatment when you were injured. Why is that?"
"Because life is boring." said the beggar.
Sanbao's eyes widened in shock.
"How can life be meaningless? I just want to live. I want to grow up, become a great master, protect my mother, and have everyone worship me!"
As Sanbao spoke, his eyes became brighter and brighter.
"That's because you have a goal," said the beggar.
Having a goal will make you full of hope.
Without a goal, life becomes meaningless.
"You don't have one? Then find a goal, a reason to live." Sanbao said.
The beggar didn't want to talk to her anymore: "You're so noisy."
Sanbao was not angry. He packed up the food box, told him a few words, then grabbed the corner of Lord Wu's clothes and skipped back home.
The beggar opened his eyes and looked at her back with a confused look.
Reason to live?
The beggar shook his head, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.
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