The substitute prince: Reported the emperor's brother at the beginning

Zeng Zhizhong finally gritted his teeth and said, "For the sake of my children's freedom and safety, I will sign this."

He actually pressed his fingerprints.

Ning Yi said calmly: "Okay, you are a man, you and your daughter can talk about anything."

"That's all. Rou'er, feel free to leave. Zeng Zhizhong, go to the mine."

Zeng Rou couldn't hold back any longer and threw herself into her father's arms, crying.

Her father risked his life to buy her freedom, which is something no woman could bear.

Zeng Zhizhong patted Zeng Rou's back gently and said comfortingly, "Rou'er, this is the ten taels of silver you asked someone to give to your father last time."

"Two taels of it have already been used to prepare medicine for your brother. You can take the remaining eight taels for your journey."

"Remember to burn incense for your mother when you return and tell her that your father cannot return."

Zeng Zhizhong talked for a long time, as if he had endless things to say.

He also kept reminding her to raise her brother to adulthood, even though that would delay her marriage and make her older.

Just consider it as your father's apology for delaying you.

Rou'er has cried so hard that she is in tears.

Ning Yi stood up and walked away. When he reached the door, he finally sighed and said, "Okay, stop crying."

"Rou'er, take your father away. The three of you should go back to your hometown."

He was originally worried that Zeng Zhizhong, who appeared to be simple and honest, might want to come to the prince's mansion to ask for some benefits because his daughter was in the prince's mansion.

Or maybe there is some other purpose, and he wants to play a sad role.

But even signing this kind of contract to sell oneself to the mine, this father can be considered to have done a competent job.

After all, this is a feudal society, Rou'er is just a daughter, and Zeng Zhizhong is already a rare treasure.

Zeng Zhizhong was stunned: "What do you mean, Your Highness?"

But Rou'er in his arms wiped her tears and choked up, "Father, Your Highness, Your Highness never asked your daughter to sign a contract to sell herself."

"My daughter is a free person and can leave the Prince's Palace at any time. It's only because I'm worried that my father will dislike me that I don't dare to look for him."

Zeng Zhizhong was stunned. He had been thinking about it for several days and was still feeling very resentful. He found it difficult to forgive himself and was worried that his daughter would suffer.

She simply gritted her teeth and went to the prince's mansion, deciding to sell herself as a slave. Even if she died, it would be fine as long as she could get her daughter back.

He believed that with his status as a scholar and his strong body, he should be worth more than a little girl.

After all, the prince's mansion is not a brothel, and the prince has no shortage of maids.

Moreover, the Sixth Prince has a very good reputation among the refugees, and he has raised a large amount of disaster relief grain for Jiangdong.

Zeng Zhizhong kowtowed repeatedly in gratitude: "I thank Your Highness for saving my life. My family will always remember this."

Ning Yi didn't look at him, but turned his back and said calmly: "As a father, you sold your daughter into slavery in order to treat your son's illness. This prince despises you."

"But you were able to exchange your body for a daughter. This prince also thinks that you are a good father who can correct your mistakes. Please take good care of them. In these troubled times, it is not easy for a family to stay together."

In this chaotic world, Ning Yi doesn't know when he will be attacked by the enemy.

It was impossible for him to have a kind heart like a bodhisattva, but he did not want to see the three members of the Zeng family, who had suffered and been displaced due to the disaster in Jiangdong, sadly separated in front of him.

There is no need to do that. Why force the father and daughter to death? In this chaotic world, it is already difficult to survive.

Now that we can’t save the whole world, we can just save their family, which is not bad.

Ning Yi walked to the front yard and looked at this group of guys, hundreds of them, who were training continuously in the yard.

The second batch of students are still training in the Mandarin Duck Formation.

After countless times of hard training and countless whippings, the Mandarin Duck Formation was finally trained well.

There are eleven people in a team, and one hundred people are divided into several teams. There is also a special archery team and a three-eyed gun team.

The fragmentary-fire musket was indeed invented, but it was difficult to popularize.

One is that the quality is not good and the craftsmen are not skilled enough, and the other is that the speed is too slow.

Two rather sophisticated hand cannons were made just for Ning Yi, and Ning Yi was very satisfied.

If you use this thing for self-defense, it does give you a sense of security.

At present, we can only make some very fast three-barreled guns.

The amount of gunpowder was small, and Ning Yi personally supervised the mixing of it.

It's just because we don't want people to take it too seriously. This thing looks like a toy to everyone. It doesn't have much killing power at all. It's far from the so-called bow and arrow.

Except for daily training with the three-barreled gun, no other weapons are allowed to be used.

Ning Yi believed that after two months, he would have become quite proficient in the Mandarin Duck Formation.

By then, if these one hundred servants were thrown out at random, each of them could form a team of ten people, which would make a team of a thousand people.

To train soldiers, you must first train the generals. By then, the hundreds of students in this yard will be thrown out, and they will become thousands of elite soldiers.

But compared to the Second Prince and the current Beijing Camp who are training individually, their combat effectiveness is much stronger.

I am feeling emotional in my heart, the future is promising.

Suddenly, Rou'er brought her father to him. Ning Yi was puzzled: "Why don't you leave?"

Rou'er's eyes were red, proving that she had just cried bitterly.

She knelt down and kowtowed: "Your Highness, Rou'er will not leave."

Ning Yi was puzzled: "Why?"

"You didn't dare go back at first because you were afraid your father would blame you for tarnishing your reputation. Now that your father has come to pick you up personally, why don't you leave?"

Rou'er's delicate body and her youthful, dusty face said seriously, "Your Highness, Rou'er said that to thank Your Highness for saving my life, Rou'er is willing to be your slave forever. In life, I belong to the Prince's Mansion, and in death, I will be Your Highness's ghost."

"This is also what my father taught me since I was young, to be grateful and repay kindness."

Ning Yi looked behind her and saw Zeng Zhizhong with a bitter face.

Zeng Zhizhong also shook his head slightly and said with a cupped hand: "Your Highness, my daughter insists on this."

"Zeng is helpless. So, let this be my daughter's way of thanking His Highness for saving my family's lives on behalf of Zeng and my son."

"Your Highness, rest assured. Zeng will take my son away immediately and will definitely not drag Rou'er down. From now on, Rou'er will belong to the Prince's Mansion."

He knelt down and kowtowed again, then stood up and left resolutely.

My daughter has seen it and wants to repay me for saving her life, so I don't want to leave.

Zeng Zhizhong could also see that the Sixth Prince was not as arrogant and domineering as the rumors said, and he did not treat human lives as human beings.

He was still very good to Rou'er and believed that even if his daughter became a slave in this prince's mansion, it would be a good choice.

Looking at Zeng Zhizhong's background, Zeng Rou's beautiful eyes were filled with reluctance to leave.

But since she decided to stay, she didn't say any more nonsense.

Ning Yi suddenly shouted, "Zeng Zhizhong."

Zeng Zhizhong turned around in confusion and said, "Your Highness, please feel free to tell me anything else. As long as I can do it, I will do it."

Ning Yi looked at Zeng Rou beside him and asked, "Zeng Zhizhong, although Jiangdong has been initially pacified, is there any future for you to return with your sick son?"

What future is there? It's just slim.

Zeng Zhizhong smiled bitterly: "I am just doing my best. If anything goes wrong, I have a child alive and well, which is enough to repay my late wife."

Ning Yi understood, and Zeng Zhizhong felt that it was a good thing for Rou'er to stay here. After all, the prince's mansion was much safer than outside.