Chapter 111: Unintentional PUA

Things were much as Zhu Gaoxu had imagined.

Hu Weiyong had indeed gone to great lengths to scrape together these two thousand warhorses.

First, he asked Lan Yu to transport over a thousand from various military units. Then, he paid for several hundred more out of his own pocket.

Only then did he manage to barely assemble the two thousand for Zhu Gaoxu.

Naturally, Zhu Gaoxu couldn't be bothered to know these details; his eyes were now fixed only on the two thousand fine horses drawing ever closer.

While the horses had yet to arrive, Zhu Gaoxu first had someone fetch Mao Xiang.

He was not omnipotent.

He could not tell whether these horses truly reached the standard of warhorses.

Naturally, he had to find a professional to take a look.

By the time Mao Xiang arrived at the entrance of the Military Camp, the two thousand warhorses had finally reached the front.

A man dismounted and walked before Zhu Gaoxu, bowing as he said, "You must be the Nanyang Commandery Prince. This humble one has been ordered by Prime Minister Hu to deliver two thousand warhorses to you; please inspect them."

An inspection was, of course, necessary.

Zhu Gaoxu gave Mao Xiang a wink.

Mao Xiang understood immediately and stepped forward to inspect the horses one by one.

He would look at the horses' teeth, then pat their backs.

For some horses, he would even mount them himself to test their gait.

After a long while, Mao Xiang finally finished examining all the horses and nodded at Zhu Gaoxu.

Hu Weiyong was actually quite reliable in this regard; he hadn't played any tricks with the horses.

Zhu Gaoxu nodded and waved his hand, and the soldiers one after another led the warhorses into the Military Camp.

Seeing that Zhu Gaoxu had accepted the horses, the man bowed once more and took his leave.

Watching the man's departing figure, Zhu Gaoxu frowned slightly.

It was too quiet.

Hu Weiyong had suffered losses under his hand several times in a row, and his precious grandson had even been ruined by him.

Yet Hu Weiyong had no reaction at all; this did not follow logic.

At the very least, Hu Weiyong used to have some methods, but for such a long time now, Hu Weiyong had shown no methods at all.

This was unreasonable!

One could tell from how, when Zhu Gaoxu had scolded Hu Weiyong previously, Hu Weiyong had immediately summoned assassins.

Hu Weiyong was a man who cared about his face; he could not tolerate sand in his eyes.

Even though he was not the man he used to be, with his status and power significantly higher, Zhu Gaoxu did not believe Hu Weiyong would make no move at all.

It was impossible for Hu Weiyong to have only this much ability; daring to take a beating without fighting back was not Hu Weiyong's style.

Furthermore, he did not believe that Hu Weiyong had no way to deal with him now.

Therefore, the more this was the case, the more uneasy Zhu Gaoxu felt in his heart.

Thinking this way, Zhu Gaoxu couldn't help but connect it to history, and an answer suddenly came to mind.

Could it be...

He hurriedly wiped the answer from his mind; if it were truly as he thought, then everything would have to be planned for early.

Turning to walk back into the Military Camp, Zhu Gaoxu found Mao Xiang and asked, "What is the quality of this batch of warhorses?"

"Your Highness, rest assured. I have thoroughly inspected them; they are all good horses, and most of them even come from military camps. There is absolutely no problem."

Hearing Mao Xiang say this, Zhu Gaoxu nodded and immediately began to issue new training tasks.

"Now that we have horses, most of our many soldiers have never ridden before. Add one training item: mounted training. First, let everyone get familiar with the warhorses, then proceed to in-depth training."

Mao Xiang nodded after hearing this; he had already guessed that Zhu Gaoxu would do this.

He might not be familiar with other training and would need Zhu Gaoxu to explain.

But this mounted training was his old specialty; there was absolutely no problem.

Zhu Gaoxu clearly knew this as well, nodded, and returned to his own large tent.

Just as he took the Nianhua Finger out from his Storage Space, the scholar by Song Lian's side came looking for him again.

"Your Highness, it is time for class."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Gaoxu immediately slapped his forehead.

For the past few days, in order to avoid Song Lian's classes, he had either stayed at the glass factory or returned to instruct the soldiers in training.

He had been pretending to be very busy.

And seeing him so busy, Song Lian had not disturbed him.

It had gone on like this until now; the glass factory was finished, he had nothing to do, and having not attended class for a while, he had subconsciously forgotten about Song Lian.

Now that Zhu Gaoxu had nothing to do, the moment he returned to the large tent, Song Lian had finally found his opportunity.

There was no help for it; Zhu Gaoxu also knew that this time he could not shirk it.

He nodded and followed behind the scholar to where Song Lian was.

At the familiar desk and stool, Zhu Gaoxu did not forget his manners.

Upon entering the door, he bowed to Song Lian.

"Student greets the teacher."

"Mm, Your Highness, please sit."

As Zhu Gaoxu sat down, Song Lian spoke, "Your Highness's arithmetic far surpasses this old man's, and the day before yesterday at the banquet, Your Highness's poem truly amazed me."

"To call Your Highness a prodigy would likely not be an exaggeration. As Your Highness's teacher, I am actually under no small amount of pressure right now."

"These past few days, it just so happened that Your Highness was busy. After much thought, I have finally found one thing I can still teach you."

Hearing Song Lian say this, Zhu Gaoxu felt a bit ashamed for a moment.

If one were to speak of ability, Song Lian actually had far more ability than he did.

It was just that Song Lian did not know that Zhu Gaoxu only appeared so impressive because of the compulsory education of later generations and the plagiarism of works from later generations.

He had overdone the showing off!

This old man Song Lian had already lost his confidence; Zhu Gaoxu felt that he had unknowingly gaslit Song Lian.