Chapter 739 Hero's Medal

Yan Shirong pondered for a moment, bent down, gently patted his sister twice, and then said: "Xinbao, there is not only one kind of hero in this world..."

The Perfect, Wise, and Martial Emperor Mingpei quickly understood his thoughts and unceremoniously claimed them as his own: "Xinbao, you have to understand that heroes are all true to themselves. Many heroes, knights, swordsmen, and the like... all cry frequently."

"There are poems as evidence, such as 'Han E's last song, crying at Tangqu, is the first cry in the world', 'pulling clothes, stamping feet, blocking the road, crying, the cry goes straight up to the sky', 'When she first started to walk and first sat, she cried when she sat, and pulled people's clothes when she walked'..."

Emperor Mingpei cited several examples in one breath: "In short, no matter whether it is a scholar, a warrior, a man or a woman, old or young, everyone can cry. Especially the scholars, when they are in the mood, they cry, get drunk, or write a poem. These are all very common things, and there is no shame in it."

Tuanzi, who was burdened with idol image, had mosquito-repellent eyes and muttered for a long time: "But Xinbao is a princess, a fairy princess, a miracle doctor princess! If Xinbao is not strong and does not perform well, won't Yeye lose face?"

"How could it be!! Xinbao's performance is excellent." Emperor Mingpei said, "Xinbao, many scholars love to fantasize, and many warriors are afraid of following the rules. If Xinbao does everything well, is calm and steady, and is too perfect, they will be on guard. Only like now, when he laughs when he wants to laugh, cries when he wants to cry, and speaks when he wants to speak... will they let down their guard and think that Xinbao is a true character. Look now, no matter whether it is scholars or warriors, they all regard Xinbao as their own. Xinbao has helped Yeye a lot."

Tuanzi suddenly realized: "Well, that's fine too."

She was a little happy: "It would be great if I could help Yeye."

"Well," Emperor Mingpei said, "Xinbao performed very well, except for one thing, it would be better if he didn't get hurt."

He brought Xinbao's pig's trotter to the front and said, "Look how badly it's been injured!"

Xinbao also took a look at it himself: "This... this is not called an injury. How can it be called an injury if I get injured to protect my wife? This is a hero's medal!!"

Emperor Ming Pei: "...??"

He had so much to say but couldn't say it. After a long while, he finally said, "So, what happened? How did you protect him?"

Xinbao then told Yeye the whole story in vivid detail, then looked around and said, "Hey, where's my wife?"

Emperor Mingpei said calmly: "He went back to change his clothes."

As he spoke, he gave Yan Shirong a look.

This look contained many meanings: Go wake those people up,

Be quiet, don't make any noise, don't let my granddaughter hear, I've punished them, don't let it get out.

I am still the good one, do you understand? ?

Yan Shirong nodded silently to show that he understood, and then went out to rescue these people.

After letting them leave quietly, Yan Shirong came back and saw his sister chattering to herself. She seemed to be more energetic, but her little face was still flushed.

He returned to the table, wrote a letter, and asked someone to send it to Xi Fengren.

That is, the leader among those literati, who was the one who announced the results of this imperial examination.

The letter was very simple, just a few sentences.

He said, "I have an unwelcome request. If you don't have this intention, then forget it. But if you want to write an article to record this incident, please start with the word "cry".

After my sister came back, she felt ashamed and sad for crying, so I wanted her to know that there was nothing to be ashamed of. Adults who had the same experience as her also cried...

All kinds.

Of course these words are false.

Because Xinbao deeply believes that she is a hero, unlike these weak literati. Even if the weak literati cry, they cannot comfort her.

He was just recruiting him.

Having talent and being a good person or an official are completely different things.

Among the talented people, there are those who are clear-headed and cheerful like Lin Qingxu, those who are gentle and kind like Wang Kangning, and those who are smart or shrewd like Xi Fengren, who can see through some things, and are willing and able to flatter others.

Let’s not talk about how to make friends. Now, when it comes to use, Xi Fengren is really more useful.

This letter is about private little things, and private little things are the tools that people in high positions use to make friends.

Yan Shirong stood in the corridor and handed the letter to him. In just over a quarter of an hour, Yuan Shenjue had changed his clothes and returned.

Yan Shirong looked at him and said angrily, "Why do you dote on my sister so much! My wife! Ah!!"

Yuan Shenjue smiled and did not argue. Yan Shirong became even more indignant and glared at him. Then he thought it was funny again and shook his head: "You look like a little kid, but you want to be a hero every day."

Yuan Shenjue said calmly: "Of course she wants to be a great hero. Only a great hero can calmly protect all the people she cares about."

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Yan Shirong was so stunned by his plain words that he almost cried.

Yuan Shenjue had already pushed the door open and walked in.

Xinbao was still lying in Yeye's arms, chirping, with the roasted pig's trotter on his knees. When he saw him come in, he waved at him and said, "Wife."

Yuan Shenjue took a long breath.

I felt sad, but I knew it was useless to talk about it.

Because at that time, there was obviously no time to think, it was a completely instinctive reaction.

He could only bow and walk over, holding her little pig's trotter and looking at it again and again, while asking: "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts so much!" Tuanzi said, "And for some reason, its neighbor also feels a little pain. The neighbor's neighbor, and the neighbor's neighbor's neighbor, also feel a little pain. Maybe it's because they are so close, so they can empathize with it."

As Tuanzi spoke, he lifted his feet suggestively and looked at Yeye with his big eyes rolling around.

Emperor Mingpei raised his eyebrows and continued: "You don't need to practice calligraphy for the next three days." He paused and said: "You don't need to practice Qinggong either."

Tuanzi's plan worked, and he kissed Yeye happily: "Thank you, Yeye!!"

Then the two returned to the previous topic.

Emperor Mingpei asked Yuan Shenjue: "Who do you think is suitable for the job of Shen Shouyan among these people?"

Yuan Shenjue looked away from Tuanzi's pig's trotters, calmed himself down, and said, "That Guo Dong will do. I've seen a few others with suitable kung fu skills... but I haven't met them before, so I don't know what their personalities are like."

Emperor Mingpei asked again: "Is there anyone that the Ministry of Medicine can use?"

Yuan Shenjue said: "Let's not talk about the scholars first. Among the warriors, Zou Buqun is the one Xinbao has asked the emperor for... As for the others, I think Liu Zhongzheng is actually not bad. He has a kind and cheerful personality. He can be a deputy general for you and assist Rangshan Guard. But I haven't talked to you yet, so I don't know what he thinks."

The few of them were chatting casually, when Xinbao suddenly sat up straight, eyes wide open: "Yeah! The Three-Life Stone!!"

(End of this chapter)