I Built a Territory in Ancient Times

"It's fine if you want. The name Gouzi is really ugly. I'll give you a new name. Well, let's call it A Bing, okay?"

The current dog, the future A Bing only thinks that this big brother smiles really good. No matter what he said, he could only nod his head.

Ming Yu touched A Bing's disheveled hair, and asked Qing Ping to go to the back of the team to bring the child down to settle down. Qingping had already learned about the incident from someone else. She was afraid for the master, but also felt sorry for the child, so she hurriedly took it down and took out the snacks for A Bing to eat.

There was no major trouble, so Ming Yu turned the big things into small ones and let Buatan go back.

Bua Tan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and left with great gratitude.

But a small episode, no one will take it to heart after the matter is resolved, and Liu Zhifu has long prepared a banquet to catch the wind and wash the dust. Since ancient times, banquets have been a good place to get acquainted with each other. Ming Yu sat in the upper seat, squinting his eyes slightly drunk, and looked at the officials below with a faint smile on his face. Never halved.

From now on, he will take root here and work hard to make his territory better and better. He will use these people, and he will become his team in the future. There is a long way to go and a long way to go!

Chapter 10

When Ming Yu woke up, his head was dizzy, which was the aftermath of a hangover, and he was still a little stunned when he opened his eyes and saw the unfamiliar environment. It was only later that I remembered that this was his palace in Liangcheng. It was not as delicate as the carved beams and painted buildings in the capital, but it had a rough and heroic style.

"His Royal Highness is awake?" Qingping's voice came over, and then a pair of Qianqiansu hands lifted up the curtain. The bright light was slightly dazzling. Ming Yu blocked it with his hand and squinted his eyes. Only then did he get used to the oncoming approach. light.

"Well, what time is it now?" Ming Yu asked in a hoarse voice.

Qingping only came to serve His Highness when she heard the movement. She had served His Highness for more than ten years, and she naturally knew His Highness's habits. Hearing the question at this time, he quickly replied: "Go back to Your Highness, it's already the end of time."

"Oh." Ming Yu reached out and wanted to rub the sun, but Qingping had gone around behind him and rubbed it for him, with a moderate weight, which made him sigh, but Qingping was caring.

When Ming Yu was a little better, Qing Ping said, "Your Highness hasn't been so drunk for a long time, can't you bear it for a while? The servants have prepared honey water. Your Highness should drink some more."

After she finished speaking, she brought the honey water on the side and waited for Ming Yu to drink it.

Ming Yu drank half the bowl in one go, and then he felt better, and his throat was not so uncomfortable.

When I think of what happened yesterday, I naturally think of Gouzi. It's not A Bing, so I asked casually. Qingping has always been meticulous in her work. She will do her best to do things for His Royal Highness's generation, and naturally there will be no mistakes or omissions. Ming Yu also trusts her very much.

While serving His Highness washing and changing clothes, Qingping reported A Bing's arrangement, Ming Yu was satisfied, nodded and said, "That's alright, you can take care of him for a while, and I'll make another arrangement when you're done. "It is impossible for such an older child not to study and learn skills, and it will not be too late for him to get used to the life here.

Qingping arranged Ming Yu's belt, and hung up some jade ornaments, purses and sachets. Ming Yu didn't like to wear these things, but he said many times, Qing Ping was still like me, and he had no choice but to go with her.

As His Highness's personal maid, Qingping naturally wants to dress up her Highness in a proper manner. These are status symbols, how can you not wear them? As His Royal Highness, if you don't have these things on your body, wouldn't it make people look down on it, and it's also because His Highness never likes to be served by others, so you have to be more careful when you are alone.

After taking care of everything, it was almost half an hour before Qing Ping clapped her hands and let the meal be delivered. Ming Yu was really hungry. Qing Ping prepared some light dishes and porridge very intimately. Just looking at it, her index finger moved. As soon as she sat down, she reported that Commander Mo was coming.

Boss Qingping was not happy. Commander Mo didn't come early or late, but he came when His Highness was eating. She really knew the time. She was afraid that His Highness would talk about things and not have a good meal. How could this work?

Just wanted to persuade His Royal Highness to see you after dinner, but heard that Her Highness had already opened his mouth to let people in. She could only stare at Mo Jiang who stepped in.

Mo Jiang was inexplicable. He didn't understand how he had offended this aunt.

Mo Jiang saluted, Ming Yu had already smiled and let Mo Jiang sit down and talk, Mo Jiang came here to ask for the arrangement of the escort of 500 people. It is impossible for so many people to be completely guarded in the palace, so it is up to His Highness to decide where to place them.

Ming Yu took a sip of porridge and said, "Go to the nearest open space outside the city, it's better to be bigger, and then get a training base. These people, the big men from the capital, have to give me good training and training. I was born in the Praetorian Guards, and if I didn’t learn a little bit of skills, wouldn’t it mean that I would run away when encountering barbarians in the future? How can this be called a soldier? How can I be called the Praetorian Guards, they can’t follow me for nothing! Come out here! Going back to learn some skills is also a kind of experience.”

How does Ming Yu know now that he is about to train him to screech, and every bastard who dreams of growing wings and flying back to the capital, after a few years, is unwilling to go back with a stick.