The Seventh Prince whispered, "Originally... there weren't many!"
Huo Qijing called his personal soldiers over and said, "Change these two into civilian clothes. They are not allowed to bring any servants with them, and they are not allowed to leave with a penny. Find a market and let them earn money on their own. They are not allowed to leave until they earn enough money to buy a bun!"
The personal guard responded quickly and came forward without any hesitation.
The Seventh Prince was so frightened that he stepped back: "What are you doing? How dare you! I'm going to go back and tell my father!!"
Then he was carried away without any explanation.
The servants were also frightened and quickly returned to the palace to ask for help.
Emperor Ming Yan heard the news and snorted in a very unkind manner: "Serves you right! In the past few months, have you ever seen me call Yue'er once? Huo Qijing is so eager to worship her that he doesn't even call me. The two of them have been going there frequently, and finally provoked me!"
He felt that this was a good idea. Compared to the gradual approach, this simple and rough military training style was more suitable for men.
The servants of the two princes bowed their heads to the ground and dared not say a word.
Anyway, this time they knew that their master...had a higher status in the emperor's heart than His Highness Fu Yan.
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The two little princes, who had no idea how expensive firewood and rice were, were dressed in commoner clothes and thrown into the town.
The personal guards only watched to make sure that the kidnappers didn't abduct him, and didn't care about anything else.
At first it was fine, everything was quite interesting, but after walking around for more than an hour they got hungry and started to get annoyed. But no matter what, the guards wouldn't let them leave, let alone give them anything or a penny.
The seventh prince couldn't stand the hunger anymore, and shouted loudly, "I am a prince..." Then he was surrounded by people and looked at like a fool for a while... The seventh prince was so embarrassed that he felt ashamed.
The eighth prince was able to keep his composure and endure it obediently. He did not beg nor reveal his identity. He just found a place to hide. Then he was chased like a dog by the beggar, who even kicked him in the butt. He felt extremely ashamed and angry.
At first, the seven or eight of them were very confident and believed that Huo Qijing would not dare to let them starve.
But he dared.
And they thought he wouldn't dare let them be bullied.
He still dares.
In less than three hours, the two precious little princes experienced the fickleness of the world.
Then Qing Weiliao, who was sent over, calmly reminded them: "If you don't earn enough money to buy a bun, we won't send you back to the palace even if it gets dark. If you don't believe me, you can try... Until now, no one has come to stop us. You should know why."
The two little princes were really scared now.
With tears in their eyes, they turned back and looked towards the town...and began to think, how could they make money?
Three hours is not enough to make people forget their dignity, but hunger will make them forget it to a certain extent.
The eighth prince cleverly wants to help someone write a letter?
The man rolled his eyes and said, "I don't have any relatives who can read and write! Besides, I can find a scholar to write a letter for only two or three cents. Why should I find a kid?"
The seventh prince was more willing to lose face and wanted to serve as a waiter.
The shopkeeper shook his head repeatedly: "Go away, stop messing around, which kid is coming out to tease me?"
The Seventh Prince was not convinced and pointed at the waiter: "He is about the same age as me!"
The shopkeeper chuckled: "She is about the same age as you, but look at how agile she is. She works non-stop from morning till night, fetching water, chopping wood, washing clothes and vegetables, and she only earns five cents a day. How about you?"
He looked him up and down and said, "If you smash my plate, your three days of work will be in vain! Go away! Don't delay my business!"
When the waiter saw that someone was trying to steal his job, he ran even faster, holding two plates of food in his hands. His hands were steady and motionless, without spilling any soup. He took the boiling hot plates in his hands as if he didn't feel anything.
The Seventh Prince was surprised and asked, "Could it be that he knows Kung Fu?"
"Kung Fu?" Everyone around couldn't stop laughing: "What Kung Fu? It's all acquired through hard work. If you grit your teeth and work hard for half a year, you can do it too."
The waiter, who was about six or seven years old, stretched out his hand for him to see. His small palm was covered with calluses and the shape of his hand looked a bit strange.
This scene gave the Seventh Prince a great shock.
After trying for a while, I found that there is really no way to make money except begging... and even begging has its own territory.
The lame old beggar grinned and said to him with a smile, "Such a pretty baby, if you cut off its legs and clean its face, you can probably get a lot of money. If you really want to work with me, I can let you take 20%."
If it is not cold in July and August, there will be millet.
It’s been four hours already. If I get hungrier, something serious will happen.
Qing Weiliao appeared at the right time and asked them: "Is it easy to make money?"
A trace of coldness flashed across the eyes of the Eighth Prince, and he lowered his head without answering. The Seventh Prince said with tears in his eyes: "This is too difficult. I was wrong. I shouldn't have said that twenty-eight taels is too little!"
Qing Weiliao nodded, opened his hand, and gave them a few copper coins. The seventh prince's eyes lit up and he ran to the side.
In such a short time, he already knew that with such a small amount of money he could only buy buns, and the buns tasted... so delicious!
The seventh and eighth princes were sent back to the palace and to their respective mothers at night.
When the Queen received the news, she sighed at her son-in-law's courage, but she also had to make amends for him. She immediately sent the imperial physician over, also to prevent the two palaces from taking advantage of this to cause trouble and having a fever or something at night.
Qing Weiliao knelt before Emperor Mingyan and reported in detail what happened at the market and the performance of the two princes.
The seventh prince's mother, Concubine Ning, and the eighth prince's mother, Concubine Shu, were both heartbroken.
When Emperor Mingyan passed by, Concubine Ning cried bitterly: "It's not that I won't ask His Highness to discipline him, but this is too scary. Qilang is just a little boy. I feel scared every time I think about it..."
Emperor Mingyan nodded perfunctorily, called the Seventh Prince over, and asked him, "What do you think?"
The Seventh Prince was a little afraid of Emperor Ming Yan. He stammered for a while and looked at his expression carefully.
Emperor Ming Yan said with a pleasant face: "Don't be afraid, just speak."
The Seventh Prince said, "Father, I... I keep thinking about the waiter's hands. I asked him about it. He was the same age as me, but half a head shorter. His hand joints were like knots. He dared not even carry boiling soup. He only made five cents a day, which was not enough to buy two buns."
He looked at Emperor Mingyan and saw that he was not angry, so he said, "I feel that I am very lucky to be born in an imperial family. I should not feel that studying is hard, nor should I feel that twenty-eight taels is too little... I want to ask someone to give some silver to the waiter."
Emperor Mingyan smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, it doesn't have to be too much, just ask someone to give it to him secretly."
The Seventh Prince was delighted and quickly agreed. He took out his silver and originally wanted to give twenty taels, but after thinking it over, he reduced it to ten taels, and then to five taels. He then asked someone to secretly deliver it to him, along with a box of hand ointment.
Being able to reduce twenty taels to five taels is actually a kind of growth, and it is worth his trip.
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