Chapter 342: One Thing Overcomes Another
"No, Yang Chengchen, are you targeting me? Who would eat something so disgusting?" Yang Chengsong's voice grew louder and louder, causing some people around to look over.
"Yang Chengsong, what are you yelling about? Do you have any shame? If you want to show off your power as a young master, then get out of here and go back to your Kangqi Palace. Who here hasn't eaten? Only you think you're noble? No matter how noble you are, is your status as noble as mine? This, this..." Yang Chengchen said while pointing at Zhao Houjing and Zhao Houyang, "How are their status worse than yours? If you want to act like a fool, don't do it in front of us."
In the past, Yang Chengsong was very favored in the palace because he was the second son. No one expected him to inherit the palace, so they were quite tolerant of him. Even Prince Kang Qi had never scolded him like that.
Yang Chengchen pointed at his nose and scolded him. He was so angry that his face and neck turned red and he couldn't speak clearly. "You"
"What do you mean by 'you'? What's wrong with you? You're such a grown-up and you think the world revolves around you wherever you go. Eat quickly!" Yang Chengchen said as he put the bowl of food in Yang Chengsong's hand.
Yang Chengsong wanted to throw it away but didn't dare, especially seeing Yang Chengchen's full-throttle attitude. He still had some sense, knowing that even if Yang Chengchen beat him up, he wouldn't dare fight back. Otherwise, not only would his father and brother beat him to death when he got home, not to mention others. He could only hang his head and eat slowly.
Seeing that this guy really started eating, Zhao Houjing made a powerful gesture to Yang Chengchen. He thought to himself that his cousin really had a way, and even with his drooping face, he really looked quite imposing.
When Yang Chengchen and the other two had almost finished eating, he found that Yang Chengsong was still eating slowly. He could only say speechlessly, "Eat faster. Do you still want to keep so many people waiting for you?"
"Don't go too far." Yang Chengsong raised his head and glared at Yang Chengchen angrily. He was really angry in his heart. As the overlord of Yuanjing, he had never suffered such humiliation.
"Tsk, I've gone too far, what do you want?"
At this moment, countless ideas flashed through Yang Chengchen's mind, all the ways to make this guy miserable. He really wasn't afraid of Yang Chengsong. Not to mention that his father was the eldest prince. In a few years, he himself might become a prince, on par with this guy's grandfather.
Yang Chengchen didn't know he was already a prince, but he was still very confident. He thought this was what his aunt said, that he had the ability, which was more confident than anything else!
Zhao Houjing and Zhao Houyang looked at the two of them like this, thinking they were going to fight, and were ready to intervene. But Yang Chengsong silently said, "Then I'll continue eating!"
Yang Chengsong knew that he had to eat this meal today, so he stopped dawdling and ate the rice in big mouthfuls, finishing it in no time.
Seeing Yang Chengsong's cooperation, the Zhao Houjing brothers breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't know whether their mother brought this guy in to punish him or to punish them.
Seeing that everyone had finished eating, Zhao Houyang stood up swiftly and dusted himself off. "Let's go! Let's go wash the dishes!"
"Ah, you have to wash the dishes yourself?" Yang Chengsong looked at the bowl he used to eat and felt very disgusted.
Zhao Houyang nodded in the face of Yang Chengsong's desperate gaze, but Zhao Houjing didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He pulled Yang Chengsong, who was about to say something, and followed him.
"Brother, stop struggling. We can't get out for the time being, so just go with the flow!"
Yang Chengsong originally wanted to complain to Zhao Houjing, but when he saw the glare from Yang Chengchen in front of him, he could only make a gesture of closing his mouth and let Zhao Houjing pull him to follow.
Yang Chengsong was now deeply regretful. Why had he been so deceived by Aunt Funing's meal and followed her to such a distant place and endured such hardships? He had so many chances to turn back along the way! It was a pity that he didn't cherish them.
Yang Chengsong's days were even more difficult as Yang Chengchen took over his entire job. He helped assemble weapons during the day, and while he was initially enthusiastic, after a few days of such intense work, his entire body ached.
But there was no other way. He could do less, but at least he had to finish his own share every day.
Because he didn't want the injured members of the team to help him do what he had to do. He was just a playboy, not completely devoid of kindness. As Yang Chengsong gradually adapted to the intensity, he began to be taught to read in his free time. And the difficult life of assembling weapons and memorizing lessons at the same time.
Apart from sleeping, he really didn't have a moment to spare. He used to dislike eating the most, but now he was most active in eating. Yang Chengsong felt that he now dreamed of memorizing books and assembling weapons.
After a long time, the team members could recite a few sentences from those basic articles. Every day, when the team members greeted Yang Chengsong, they would ask him kindly, "Xiaosong, have you memorized today's lesson?"
Yang Chengsong's biggest regret every day now was why he went out that day. He could have just gone out, why did he fight? It was just a bump. He didn't suffer any loss, so why did he report him to the Jingzhao prefect?
Something big happened to Zhao Lingmeng, and she couldn't take care of these little guys for a while.
As soon as Zhao Ling returned to the military camp, Lord Jin sent people to wait for her on the road she had to pass. She originally thought that Lord Jin was looking for her just to ask a small question.
As soon as she entered the innermost part of the military camp, she saw many secret guards and imperial guards gathered here. She and Fan Yong beside her looked at each other. They both had the same thought in their minds, "Something happened."
As soon as she and Fan Yongren showed their IDs, they saw a leader coming up.
"Greetings to Princess Funing, Lord Fan!"
Zhao Lingmeng had never met this man before, but she didn't put on airs. After he finished his greetings, Zhao Lingmeng gave way.
Fan Yong knew this man. His surname was Sun, and he was a Second-Rank General of Chariots and Cavalry. However, he shouldn't have been in Yuanjing. Most importantly, he was the Second Prince's man. Fan Yong stepped forward, leaning next to Zhao Lingmeng, and quietly introduced him: "General Sun, Second-Rank, the Second Prince's man."
Fan Yong had just finished explaining to Zhao Lingmeng when he saw General Sun waving his hand. "Your Highness, I'm sorry. The people around you are suspected of leaking military drawings. They need to be taken away for questioning."
Although General Sun said he was offended, his actions did not show any respect at all.
"Don't move?" Zhao Lingmeng looked down at her fingers nonchalantly. "Do you have any evidence?"
"We'll find out after the trial!"
"Ha!" Just this one sentence made Zhao Lingmeng laugh out of anger.
"My people are not so easy to interrogate." Zhao Lingmeng felt that she had never met such an arrogant person since she came here. It was interesting.
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