Zhao Defang's road to the virtuous king

"Of course, my lord, how can I reward you?"

Defang smiled, "Is Changqing Building okay?"

"Okay," Concubine Di said, "Have a banquet to reward me, hehehe"

After the two of them changed their clothes, they took Baili Ke'er out of the mansion. Baili asked, "My lord, you and your empress don't have lunch?"

"Hush, it's Young Master Zhao and Miss Di."

"Yes, yes, sir"

"Let's go to Changqing Building to eat."

"My lord, is it my lady...Miss Di... want to eat the stewed mutton from Changqinglou? In fact, you can just buy the small ones."

"That's so troublesome, let's eat it warm, the freshly made one is delicious."

"Sir, what you said is that the hot one is the best, hehehe"

"Look at you, you can't close your mouth with a smile when you talk about food. In your previous life, you must have starved to death."

Baili smiled, and then pointed to the front, "Look, son, the imperial guards have been recruited again."

A few people looked along, and there were hundreds of soldiers standing in front of the Ministry of War. They were neatly lined up, each of them was tall, and the three officials in front of the main gate called their names. The soldiers stepped forward one by one. , How do you choose the Imperial Guard? Is it a martial arts competition?"

"No martial arts competition. These people are elite soldiers selected from various places. They only need to check again when they enter Beijing. If there is no problem, they will be officially logged in." Defang pointed to the door. , and the height, height, and width of a human figure will do.”

"So simple?"

"Simple? It's not simple at all. The main responsibility of the imperial guards is to protect the capital and fight against the enemy, so they have to go through strict screening before entering the capital. They are not only physically strong, but also have high martial arts skills. They must be between 30 and [-] years old." Between the ages, each army has such a wooden mold, and all soldiers entering Beijing must meet the height and weight requirements of the imperial guards."

"Young master, isn't that the same as the ink clay man?"

"Hehehe, it's really true if you let Ke'er say it." Defang looked at Baili, "Baili, look at you, you won't grow stronger if you eat so much."

"Small and strong," Baili patted himself, "The small one can carry two large bags of rice."

"Everything you say is for food." Defang smiled, "If you were put in that mold, it would be as funny as a child wearing parents' clothes."

"Young Master, Tian Gu and the others are not that strong either."

"They know martial arts, can you?"

"No, little one...can sumo."

"Sumo? Hahaha" Defang smiled and said, "You can just compete with those little servants. Except for them, anyone in the mansion can push you a foot away."

"Young master...it's not that far away..."

"Then I'll let Jiajun compete with you when I go back."

"Young master, don't, he can push the little one three feet away in one go, let's change someone else."

"Hahaha, you think you are Ju, and you can get out of three feet, then I really want to see."

Concubine Di touches Defang, "My husband, you will be able to tease Baili"

"Sister?" De Fang looked at Concubine Di, "That sounds really interesting, ha ha ha, lady."

Concubine Di smiled and said, "Master, Baili is going to be the chief executive, if someone sees him rolling away three feet away, it would be embarrassing."

"What the lady said is what the lady said." Defang nodded, "but does the lady know that this sumo wrestler can not only select officers, but also the champion."

"What? Champion? Sumo champion? Martial arts champion?"

"No, it's the number one scholar in the scientific examination."

"Which dynasty did that happen?"

"We are in the Song Dynasty."

"This dynasty?"

"That's right, and I saw it with my own eyes, hehehe"

"Didn't my husband lie to me?"

"Oh, I don't have the guts to lie to my wife." Defang smiled, "It's true, and it's still in the Chongde Hall of the imperial examination."