Chapter 813 They Are Not More Noble than Others

On the wall of Xianyang City, the soldiers guarding the city looked confused as they watched a large group of young people dressed in luxurious clothes approaching the city gate. If they hadn't recognized that the leader was His Royal Highness, they would have almost sent an emergency signal.

It's just that they are still a little strange. It's already afternoon, why is His Royal Highness bringing such a large group of people out of the city?

What surprised them even more was that after His Royal Highness the Crown Prince left, His Majesty's carriage also left Xianyang amid a group of escorts.

Zhao Lang led the people all the way in the direction of Heming Academy. Now it was equivalent to giving these people a weight-bearing outdoor training.

So in the surprised eyes of passers-by, an extremely handsome young man ran across the road with a group of aristocratic children who were shouting at each other.

Running all the way, until many nobles were so tired that they lay down on the side of the road. Zhao Lang looked at the sky before letting them stop. Then he found a relatively flat wasteland and announced that he would camp on the spot.

Although everyone was extremely reluctant, some people did not bring any camping equipment at all.

But no one dared to oppose Zhao Lang's order.

They have often heard of the deeds of His Highness the Crown Prince. After all, there are many more storytellers in Xianyang now, and they all tell stories about each other.

Moreover, in the run just now, Zhao Lang was always at the front, and they were convinced.

"Master, I sent a tent over and it will be set up shortly. Why don't you go over there and rest."

Nu said with a smile at this time.

He would not let his master freeze like this in the wild.

At this time, Zhao Lang looked at some students lying on the ground not far away and said,

"Go and check, and those who are not in good health will be put into tents."

He wanted to train these people, but he didn't want to kill them.

The slave naturally followed the order and left, and Zhao Lang stepped forward to check the situation.

Now most people are collecting trees to make fires for warmth, and some people go directly to the fields to see if they can find some potatoes.

Zhao Lang did not stop him. At this time, he would do everything possible to ensure that he would not freeze to death and starve to death at night. Later, he would ask people to compensate the people here.

Of course, there are also those who lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, and they happen to be an acquaintance who they just met.

Zhao Lang looked at Ying Ziying at this time and asked knowingly,

"What's up with him?"

Ying Ziying showed an awkward smile and returned,

"Your Highness, he was too tired from running just now, so he fainted."

Zhao Lang looked at the other person lying on the ground, but his hands couldn't stop shaking, and said, "Oh,"

"It's cold on the ground, so let's get up."

Of course, the man on the ground did not move. After all, no one can wake up a person who is pretending to sleep.

But Zhao Lang had no intention of leaving just like that, and said very calmly,

"It seems to be quite serious. Come here, call the doctor to give him mouth-to-mouth first aid."

Hearing this, the faces of the people around him became strange.

There are also doctors in the Royal Academy, and of course they know what this means.

If you really do this once, I'm afraid you will be called Long Yangjun in the future.

The next moment, the noble boy who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead got up, saluted Zhao Lang, and said tremblingly,

"I have met His Highness the Crown Prince, but I am rude. Please forgive me, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

If he had known that the other party was the prince, he would not have dared to speak like this before beating him to death.

When he thought of what he said before, he just wanted to slap himself twice.

Of course, there is one thing to say, the other party's title is indeed not the latest.

Looking at the ashen-faced nobles, Zhao Lang just said,

"Even if you want to show off your authority, you should look at people more clearly next time."

I wanted to say something else, but the slave who had just left not long ago hurried over and said,

"Master, your Majesty is here!"

Zhao Lang raised his eyebrows when he heard this, why did his father come with him? He was about to leave when he glanced at Ying Ziying and said immediately,

"You come with me."

Then he took Ying Ziying to a carriage, saw Qin Shihuang, and said quickly,

"Dad, why are you here?"

Qin Shihuang smiled at this time and said,

"Dad heard the news so he came to take a look."

The news he heard from Zhao Gao was that Zhao Lang got furious and led a group of people out of Xianyang.

I'm still a little worried that if someone is killed, it won't end well.

Fortunately, it seems that nothing is wrong now, so I also want to tell you about the money collection. The two of them have to make a good confession no matter what.

Just hearing the words of the two people, Ying Ziying on the side was dumbfounded.

He never expected that the First Emperor of Qin, who had always intimidated the world with his majesty, would turn out to be so kind.

He didn't even expect that the other party would actually use this method to see the noble's money.

What's even more confusing is, can he hear these things?

At this time, Zhao Lang said,

"Dad, this is Ying Ziying, a rare talent for our royal family."

Although Zhao Lang's history is not very good, Ying Ziying still knows about it and does have some talents.

If Qin II had been Ying Ziying, Great Qin would not have died so quickly.

Upon hearing Zhao Lang's introduction, Qin Shihuang just nodded indifferently.

When it comes to talent, who can compare to his prodigal son?

The two talked for a while, and Zhao Lang quickly said to Zhao Gao next to him,

"Uncle Zhao, it's getting late. You'd better go back with dad first."

They both spent the night outside, and there was still something bad about it.

Qin Shihuang did not insist and left here soon.

Zhao Lang also returned to his team at this time.

In the next few days, Zhao Lang led his team towards Heming Academy on foot, but it was not a hasty march.

Instead, when they see farmers in need of help, they take people to work.

Although the noble children were reluctant, they did not dare to refuse.

It's just that they have been well-dressed and well-educated since they were young, and they have never done such menial work, not to mention that sometimes they have to be scolded by the farmers if they don't do the farm work well.

After working hard for several days, I felt somewhat resentful, and many people secretly complained.

"Although this farm work is not considered humble, we have a noble status. Instead of doing these things, it is better to read more books so that we can better manage these farmers and people in the future."

"It's true. Without our management, these people might not even be able to eat."

"Our time is much more valuable than these people's."

There were more and more such words in the queue, but Zhao Lang just pretended not to hear them.

As always, he led the people and headed towards Heming Academy while doing farm work.

Until the seventh day, when the exhausted and dirty Royal Academy students were lazily advancing, a sound of orderly orders came to their ears.

"one two three four!"

The students of the Royal Academy looked up in confusion and saw a uniform group of energetic teenagers doing morning exercises.

The gap between the two sides is like the Great Qin border army and the rabble.

Not far away, there are a few big characters written on a door,

Heming Academy.

At this time, Zhao Lang stood aside and looked at the students of the Royal Academy coldly. He wanted to let these people know that if the gap in family background was smoothed out, they were no more noble than others.

(An An)

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